More, Please(48)

I tucked my face into his chest. “I’m not really ready yet, Hunter.”

“We’ll use protection from now on, and just see what happens, okay? But let’s not worry about what we can’t control. There’s no point in it.”

I closed my eyes and took a big breath, soaking in his heat and assurance that everything would work out. “Okay.”

“Now. Let’s get changed. I want to go shopping, and then we can go out for a late lunch or early dinner.”

I reached up and gently grabbed his face, turning it down to me. He bent, knowing what I wanted, and captured my lips. I opened my mouth, moaning when he filled it with his tongue. One more time wouldn’t matter…

Urgency overcame me. I stepped back, pulling him with me. My fingers tore at his shirt, popping a button open and pulling another off. Two more followed, skidding against the floor. I ripped at his pants, yanking them open and shoving them down.

His hands slid under my shirt and pushed my bra up, cupping my breasts. His palms rubbed against my hard nipples and sent shooting sparks of pleasure through my body.

“Take me, Hunter,” I begged, undoing my pants and pushing them down. I shimmied out of them, hooking a thigh high on his hip and pulling him closer.

His erection hit off me. He grabbed the base of his cock and directed it to my opening, his lips greedy and insistent on mine. The tip pushed at my wetness. He thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Hmm,” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders.

He grabbed me by my thighs and hoisted me up, pinning me against the wall. He pulled back and thrust again, starting to build a hard and fast rhythm. I tilted my hips to meet his plunge, and then pulled back, stroking him.

“Yes,” he said softly, our breath mingling. Heat blistered between our bodies and unfurled deep inside me.

“I love you, Hunter,” I said, my heart thumping with intense emotion, my body reveling in the pleasure of having him inside me.

“I love you,” he murmured.

The feelings, both physical and emotional, shocked into me, taking me higher. I held on to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth. Soaking up the exquisite pleasure. Feeling something deep inside that I’d never felt before. Love, pure and sweet, spiraled outward, overcoming me. Flowering between us.

“Hunter,” I groaned, kissing him passionately.

His hands tightened on my hips, holding me in place while he plunged into me. I held on with everything I had, my body coiling. The pleasure coalescing. My breath came out in pants. My moans grew louder.

Still the pleasure built.

“Oh,” I breathed, rocking against him.

Harder he strove, our bodies crashing together. The sensations tightened in my core. My toes curled.

An orgasm blasted through me. “Oh!” I exalted, shuddering against him.

His body shook against me with his own release. His arms snaked behind me, holding me tight. He buried his head into my neck as he shook again.

I hooked my ankles around his back and draped myself onto him as the last of the pleasure washed through my body.

“Now it’s my fault, too.” He lightly sucked at the hot skin on my neck. “But really, what’s one more day?”

“I think I will blame you for that, just because it makes me feel better. A little.”

“Good. Let’s shower, and then get going.”

“Always in a hurry.”

Hunter stepped away from the wall and put me down gently. His expression had turned serious. “We may not have a baby yet, but I’m hoping eventually that we will, Livy. And when that day comes, we can’t work this much. Neither of us can. Not if we want to raise a child right. I want to be a good father. I don’t want to raise a child like I was raised. So when we do eventually cross that road, God willing, we’re going to need to compromise on our work commitment. Promise me that.”

“But…you’re the one with the high-powered job, Hunter. I work this much because you say I have to.”

“You are working two jobs right now.”

“Well…yeah. But that’s more of a hobby. I don’t have to do that.”

Doubt flickered across Hunter’s features. “Just promise me.”

“Sure,” I said. “Of course. I’m not going to pass up a man saying he wants to be a good dad.”

He kissed me on my forehead and took my hand, ignoring the clothes left on the floor. As we entered the bathroom and Hunter stripped the rest of the way, I couldn’t help but wonder. “What are you going to do if you have to scale back working? Something always comes up.”

“Change jobs, probably. Maybe start my own company. We’ll see.”

My eyebrows rose as he turned on the water. “I’m not sure if anyone has mentioned this, but having your own company is often ten times the work.”