That’s what I’m afraid of. “We need to get our story straight if I’m going to make her believe we are a couple.”
“Tomorrow, trouble. Right now, we need to finish what we started.”
I swallow against the lump in my throat. Do we, though? Thirty seconds later, we spill into the apartment, and my hands tremble at the thought of how our next conversation is going to turn out. It would be so easy to fall into something with Hunter. He makes me feel desirable in the shadows of the night, but when he discovers everything I’m hiding beneath my brains and blunt attitude, he’ll find me unworthy. Why would he stay? No one else has.
The door clicks closed behind me, and he spins, his hand grazing my hip as he flips the multiple locks. His eyes drop to my lips, and they tingle in awareness. I’ve been kissed before—it’s a natural prelude to sex—but I’ve never particularly enjoyed it. Kissing Hunter will be no different. I’ll come away confused as to why people put so much thought into kissing and place a heavy amount of emphasis on it being a wonderful act that melts them to the bone.
“I… I need the b-bathroom,” I stammer out. And maybe a moment to break this tension and compose myself.
The corner of his lip curls up. “I thought I told you I wouldn’t let you run off to your room.”
“Unless you are into some real freaky stuff involving urine, I do need to use the bathroom.”
“Freaky stuff, yes, but no urine.”
What kind of freaky stuffis on the tip of my tongue, but that seems like a dangerous question. As I duck under his arm and head for my bedroom, I glance around the apartment with a frown. Where is the sharp tip-tap of nails on the wooden floor?
Throwing my door open, I freeze. Hunter appears at my back, his heat washing down my spine as he too, stands in stupefied silence at the scene before us. Charlie spots us and barks with a smile before returning his gaze to his quarry inching across the bedroom floor like a very slow moving mouse.
Somehow, Charlie got into my bottom drawer and emptied it across the floor. In his excitement at finding something he probably knows is naughty, he managed to click on a small silver bullet vibrator, and is now doing this weird pounce and bounce around it as it shuffles across the bedroom.
“Your dog really is you,” I observe, given how Hunter is still holding one of my vibrators hostage.
“Jesus, how many do you have?” Hunter mutters behind me.
I glance over my shoulder at him. “When the only way to get the job done is solo, you put a little effort into it.”
He snorts like it’s a ridiculous notion the male kind has epically failed when it comes to conquering my orgasm. I move into the room and start scooping up the bright array of toys before dropping them inside the open drawer. They will need a clean later.
He shakes his head. “Wait. The extra case you packed wasn’t full of tech?”
“Clearly not.” And given my toy order has gone for a trip around the United States after being delivered to the wrong address—the one in Chicago—and is now being routed here, it solidifies my choice.
Charlie side-eyes me as I approach the one he turned on. It creeps across the floor, taunting him. Taunting me. Amusing Hunter.Don’t do it, Charlie. Don’t—He grins, dives on the toy, and rushes between Hunter’s legs to the living area.
Hunter swings a thumb over his shoulder. “I hope you know that’s a lost cause. How long does the battery last?”
I shrug as I find another vibrator that rolled under the bed. “An hour maybe?”
He leans his shoulder against the bottom post of the bed and folds his arms as he watches me crawl around on the floor.
“A little help?” I snap.
He grins and drops to his knees to collect a butt plug.Stupid, Ellie, so stupid.Now Hunter King is all over my toy collection.
“Lick it, and I will end you,” I warn.
“I only lick the ones dripping with your come, Ellie. You know that.”
My veins pump heat around my body at the visual. “I still need that back.”
He waves the butt plug around, lifting a brow. “Have you used this?”
“No.”
“Ever?”
“No. I’ve not gotten that adventurous yet.”Shut up, Ellie.
