I came awake slowly. It took me a moment to realize what woke me up. I glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight.
Another soft rap came from the connecting door. Hunter wanted to see me.
With a thrill of excitement, I threw back the covers and lurched toward the door. Yawning, I undid the latch and then stretched my arms, trying to chase away the stiffness from deep sleep. I’d forgotten that the door was closed. I hadn’t figured he’d want to connect with me tonight, so didn’t worry about it.
I pulled open the door, shivering with the cold. Not seeing anyone, I peeked inside his room, catching him coming around the corner from the restroom, shirtless.
“Hunter?”
“Sorry—I didn’t mean to wake you. I—” He cut off as his gaze hit me. It traveled my face, to my hair, and then down to the YMCA T-shirt that hung loosely off my frame.
There was absolutely no way I could look less sexy than I did right then. I probably should’ve thought of that before I opened the door…
“Uh…” I crossed my arms. “I, ah…I didn’t dress up. I can go put something else on, if you want?”
He walked to me slowly, as if in a daze. His eyes came to rest on mine. “Bruce is going with me. He listened to my whole plan, cuts included, and where I think I can be in five years. I told him what would happen if we didn’t go with him, too, and what I thought about that. He gave me an unofficial nod. You did it.”
“You did it—I just got you a meeting and an open mind.”
Fire burned in his gaze. He stepped closer, inches from me now. His tone should’ve been excited, or happy, or filled with pride, but instead, it was dripping with desire.
I gulped loudly. My nipples constricted under the heat of that stare, poking the silly shirt I wore.
He noticed. His hand came around me and pulled me into his body. “You are so damn sexy, Olivia. So, so beautiful.”
Possibly he hadn’t noticed the shirt. Somehow. “I didn’t think I’d see you.”
“I should’ve let you sleep. But…” His expression grew troubled. “I missed you tonight. I wanted to share the good news.”
His hand came up to my chin and lifted my face. His eyes focused on my lips. “I need your presence, Olivia. It’s all I can think about when you’re not around. You’re all I can think about.” He shook his head as his frown deepened. “I don’t know myself anymore.”
His head bent. Uncertainty flashed across his expression. “But I can’t ignore this. Not anymore.” His lips glanced across mine once, before he steadied. His lips connected with mine. He opened my mouth with his while tilting his head, deepening the contact. His tongue flitted into my mouth. He was giving in!
A pure shot of electricity coursed through my body and singed my insides. Goosebumps spread across my skin as shivers racked me. My head went dizzy and my sex throbbed. I moaned into his mouth with fluttering eyes, running my hands up his chest and losing myself in his sweet yet wild taste.
“I want to make love to you, Livy,” he mumbled against my lips.
My breath caught. I almost didn’t believe the word he’d used instead of fuck. “Yes, Hunter.”
He didn’t push me into my room; he pulled me into his. The door shut with a soft click before he bent down and scooped me up into his arms. His lips connected with mine again. Bursts of pleasure exploded in my body with the feel of his lips. With the heat of his body. With the fact that he was ignoring his fears and giving in. To me.
He set me down long enough to strip off my T-shirt and his pants before laying me in the center of the bed. Without a word, he settled himself between my thighs, resting his body on top of mine. His kiss deepened. Became more passionate. He threaded his fingers through mine as his hips slowly pushed toward me, sending his manhood deep into my body.
“I’ve wanted this since the beginning, Livy,” he murmured against my lips.
I fell into the sensations. Holding on to his words. My body wound tighter, and then tighter still, as he thrust into me, over and over. I whimpered as the pleasure shook me in waves. His tongue flicked in my mouth, needy and insistent, mimicking our lovemaking. My eyes fluttered with the feel of him. His hard length inside, his solid body on top.
“Mmm,” I moaned, tightening my legs around him. Electricity surged, his kiss applying the final ingredient to an already addictive recipe. “Yes, Hunter.”
I gyrated my hips, meeting his thrusts. He crashed into me. My moaning grew louder. His kisses became fervent, almost desperate. I matched his intensity, letting it all go. All control, all hope of keeping a part of myself from him—I opened up fully for him to take.