“Honeymoon’s over, huh?” I asked with a laugh, propping myself onto an elbow.
“What?” he asked around the plastic.
“Nothing. Tired of jeans?”
He glanced down and then refocused on me. “You’re beautiful, and yes. I can stop pretending to be young and hip.”
“You are young and hip.”
“Just young.” He winked at me, easier and more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.
He leaned over his computer that stood open on the desk, reaching forward to type something before he closed the top and unplugged it. He scrubbed at his teeth a little more before disappearing into the bathroom. When he came out he said, “I want to put on my professional face today.”
“So, what’s the agenda?”
He packed his computer into its bag. “I have a meeting with Bruce to plan out some next steps, and then we’ll be traveling back to San Francisco at about noon. You have the morning to pack.”
I didn’t mention that I’d never really unpacked.
“What about you?” I glanced at his suitcase in the corner and saw an empty suitcase stand. By the door his luggage waited, closed and ready to go. “Oh. You’re ahead of me. What time did you get up?”
“I generally get up early,” he said, running his fingers through his hair before smoothing it down with a brush and some product. He dropped those last items into the garbage. Apparently he’d rather buy new toiletries than pack them.
I pushed the blankets aside and threw my legs over the side of the bed, looking for my discarded T-shirt. I took the few steps to pick it up and throw my head into it. When I glanced over, Hunter stood transfixed, staring at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Like YMCA, do you?” I put my arms through the holes. “I have hundreds of dollars of lingerie, and you’re crazy for my raggedy old shirt.”
Hunter grinned as he sauntered toward me. “I’ve never seen a girl dressed down. Last night there was an honest quality to your messy hair, your shirt, and your sleepy smile that…made me want that.”
When he reached me, his intense eyes delved into mine as his thumb traced my lips.
“Want what?” I asked in a whisper.
He kissed me lightly, his lips lingering. “Want a woman who doesn’t try so hard. Who’s comfortable in a big T-shirt and without makeup. Who will smile at me the moment she wakes up because she’s happy to see me, instead of being happy to see my money or position. I want the normalcy you take for granted.”
He ran his lips over mine again. Heat unfurled in me, a warmth that wasn’t just sexual. One that was a lot more permanent. His hands felt up my stomach, under my shirt, before cupping my breasts. His kiss deepened as he pushed me backward. My back bumped the wall as his thumbs rubbed across my sensitive nipples.
“Hmmm,” I moaned into his mouth.
Suddenly I needed him so bad I couldn’t think straight. With shaking hands I fumbled with his pants, ripping open his fly and reaching inside to capture that velvety-smooth skin. I pushed his pants down as I ran my palm along his manhood.
His hand reached between my legs, fingers running along my slit. His other hand ran along the back of my leg to my knee before pulling upward. He hooked my thigh around his middle as he leaned in, his tip sliding along my wetness.
He lightly sucked my bottom lip as his erection probed me, sliding to my opening. With one shove, his girth filled me, a momentary burst of pain making me wince as he rubbed my soreness.
“Are you okay?” he asked against my lips.
I didn’t bother answering. I threw my arms around his shoulders and swung my other leg upward. Clutching his middle with my thighs, I rocked into him. Soreness turned to exquisite pain, spreading in my body languidly. Gyrating my hips, I started a fast pace, which he met without hesitation.
His hard body pushed me into the harder wall. His length seared into me. His hips slammed against me as pain fell away, to reveal only unyielding pleasure.
I clutched his muscular shoulders as my body turned into liquid magma. I was close and we had only just started.
Luckily, so was he. “I need to come,” he said in a moan as his body worked in deep, hard thrusts.
“Yes…” I matched his movement with rocking hips. Everything tightened. I held my breath in the moment before I exploded in a cry of delight. “Holy hell!” The thunk of my head hitting the wall competed with our mingled panting.
I let my limbs go limp.
Hunter grunted, having to shift so as not to drop me. I chuckled but didn’t help.
He helped me straighten up and looked down into my eyes. “I want to take you home and make out.”
I probably shouldn’t have laughed, because he was absolutely serious, but…I couldn’t help it. “Like high school.”