Well, you got his attention.
I hit delete as the door flies open and a furious-looking Hunter stalks into the room. He doesn’t say anything as he sweeps me up into his arms and hauls me against his chest to carry me to his bedroom.
“Why are we moving?” I ask. Surely a bed is a bed.
“Because I want you to look up when I fuck you for the first time and see how stunning you are.” Oh. “Plus, my bed is bigger.” Right. “And I’m not sure you’ll be coming today as I’m fucking furious with you for sharing what is mine.”
He drops me on the center of his bed, and I start to undo the jacket. He shakes his head sharply, his eyes never leaving mine, making me pause. “Lie back, hands above your head, and don’t fucking move, Eleanor.”
I swallow and do as he says.
“Open your legs,” he demands as he strips off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans. There’s a clench low in my stomach at his explicit command, my eyes finding the tattoo on his chest.
I bite my lip as I spread my legs a little.
“Wider. If your thighs aren’t burning, you aren’t open enough.”
My bottom lip catches between my teeth as I do as he says.
“Good, now look up.”
My eyes fly to the mirror. I look... beautiful. I blink as I release my lip. My eyes are bright, a little wild with need, but light. Happy. My skin is flushed, and my deep breaths make my breasts strain against the jacket, each time teasing my nipples in an intimate caress.
Hunter is doing that thing where he leans against the bedpost and watches me, my eyes catching his in the mirror. He still has pants on, which seems unfair.
“Take off your jeans.”
His lips kick up at the side. “You shared a picture of yourself like this with two of our friends. You are in no position to make demands, trouble.”
“It was an accident.”
“Why were you taking pictures in the first place?”
“I wanted to help you.”
He narrows his gaze. “Help me?”
“You disappeared, and I know you got inside your head after everything this morning.”
“Well, as Honor said, you have my attention. What are you going to do with it?”
My fingers twitch. “Can I move?”
“No. Widen your legs more.”
They had stopped hurting. I reposition them, the burn sparking heat through my body. His gaze drifts down, and he glares at my panties like they’ve personally offended him. “You don’t like red?” I question. Maybe he’s in the one percent who don’t find it sexy.
“No, I fucking love red. I’m trying to not tear everything off you and push inside your body while this possessive hunger is riding me. You are tight, and I don’t want to hurt you, but make no mistake, every single thing about you is fucking sexy.”
I swallow as my core clenches. I feel empty, and if he comes at me with another toy, I’m going to beat him over the head with it, then ride his cock while he’s unconscious.
Hunter snorts.
“What?”
“Don’t worry, trouble. No toys.”
Well, that’s new. I’ve never had problems keeping my thoughts internalized before. It’s normally the other way around. “Then stop standing there and get me wet,” I snap. “I’m done being stared at like I’m breakable.”
