Never Been Kissed(131)

Sex on my back is fraking awesome with Hunter. Sex on my knees is phenomenal. I can’t even imagine how sex in the shower is going to be like, or up against a wall. I can’t wait to try.



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We go to pick up Matty the next afternoon. Hunter begs me to walk around naked in the apartment, but I still wrestle a shirt from him. We cook a healthy breakfast, and he feeds me from his plate.

When I’m stuffed and can’t eat anymore, he makes himself another veggie omelette with no toast and plenty of hot sauce. I watch him eat and wonder if it’s okay to be this happy. To feel like I’m floating high above all the worries and problems I had yesterday, and the day before.

“Baby, you have to stop looking at me like that.”

I squirm in my seat, realizing now that I’d been staring at his mouth, remembering what he did to me with it. Thinking about how much more of it I want, all over my body. My skin tightens with fever-heat and I can’t believe I want him all over again.

“You gonna do something about it?” I ask, but it doesn’t come out as confident as I want it to sound. Next time, I’ll do better.

“No. You’re probably sore. I don’t want to be a fucking Neanderthal.”

I laugh and lean in to kiss his cheek. “I took some Tylenol. I’m good.”

Hunter shakes his head, adamant. “No, you’re sore and that’s my fault. I couldn’t control myself and I behaved like a fucking fifteen year old kid. I’m sorry, baby.” His hand covers mine and I watch with fascination as he places a kiss in my palm. My heart threatens to combust in my chest, and yeah, my love for him threatens to burst me to pieces.

“Uh… I asked for it,” I say logically. “I mean, I guess you could’ve stopped if you wanted to, or gone and taken a shower or something...”

“Sera, you have no idea about your appeal and that does things to me,” he cants his head down and this is a signal I’ve learned that means I want you now. “The fact is I should’ve known better. I’m the one who knows how this shit goes. When we come back, I’m going to make you sit in the tub for a hot soak.” He grins and snorts quick. “Like I could’ve stopped once I had you in my bed, naked for me, and I got the chance at watching you come. Especially with your hot little tongue licking me.”

“Shut up, just shut up.” I cover his mouth with my hands.

When I remove my hands, the bastard keeps talking. “I get that you’re embarrassed. But there’s nothing here that you need to be afraid of, yeah? It’s just me.”

I nod. “Yeah, it’s you. Hunter SexGod.” I sigh, look up at the ceiling for guidance but watch a spider crawl its way from east to west. “Look, when you say things like that, I feel like I want a black hole to open up in your kitchen and allow myself to get sucked into it.”

Hunter smiles a sweet one, tilting his head to the side like I’m being cute. I’m trying to be serious. “I’m not gonna stop saying I like watching you come, or the sounds you make. Everything you do is sexy to me. Everything.”

I attempt to cock an eyebrow. I must look ridiculous. “Even this face? This face is sexy?”

Hunter leans in close, his eyes crinkling as he flashes me a beautiful full-blown smile. “I love you. That includes the funny faces. I love every part of you. Whatever you don’t think you like about yourself – I love them because it’s you. And you make my life better.”

I have to clear my throat before I speak, and even then, my voice wavers. “Those are the sweetest words anyone has ever said to me. Ever. In my whole life. In this whole side of time and space. In the galaxy-”

Hunter laughs, and shuts me up by kissing me. Winning the lottery has got nothing on this.

“C’mon, get your ass ready, we have to go pick up Matty,” he says when he pulls back, leaving me panting and confused to what my name is and who’s Matty? His palm still covers half my cheek, and his thumb strokes the bone. God, he’s beautiful.

I squirm in my seat, putting a palm to wrap around the side of my neck as I put my weight on the table. “I want you to be nicer to your son. Can you do that for me?”

Hunter nods slowly, blue eyes glued to my hazel ones, all traces of playfulness now gone – replaced by something like guilt. “I’m going to do my best.”

I smile and shrug. “That’s all anybody can ask for.”

Hunter crooks a finger at me and when I’m within distance, I get a sweet kiss planted on me. “I love you, Sera Delos.”

“Right back at ya. Now, we’re gonna pick up the little guy or what?”