Shattered King(39)

I sucked a breath in through my nose.

"Are you getting it?"

Yeah, I was starting to get it. My heart was pounding. My throat had a  lump in it I had no hope of swallowing, and I felt a fresh batch of  tears stinging my eyes. But I held them back with the sheer power of my  will.

I also had serious heat building between my legs.

"Lulu?"

"Y-yes," I forced out past the lump.

"That also means, when we're alone like this and we're talking, you  don't censor what you say to me. You don't keep shit locked inside. You  want this family as much as me?"

There was only one answer to that question. But I didn't know if I could  give him everything he wanted from me, if I could let the ugly inside,  out. Still, I said, "Yes."

Relief moved through his hard features, then warmth. "Good." Then the  warmth turned to all-out molten heat. He ran his nose along my jaw. "Now  kiss me."

I tilted my head back and his mouth came down on mine, soft at first,  lazy strokes of his lips and tongue. His hands were still at the sides  of my face, thumbs moving over my cheeks, along my jaw. His mouth  followed, trailing kisses across my neck to my ear.

"I love the way you taste," he rasped. "So fucking good, Lulu."

He lifted his hips slightly, moved a hand down my side to my thigh, and  untangled our legs, spreading mine so I cradled his hips. He sank back  down, and I felt the hard length of his erection hot between my legs  through the layers of denim. He took my mouth again as he ground his  hips against me. I moaned into his mouth, rocking into it.         

     



 

His tongue slid past my lips, delving deep, until all I could think  about was him. All I could smell and taste was Hunter. His hand was on  my ass and my heart pounded as he moved it to the front, tugging on the  button then sliding down the zipper.

I was nervous and extremely turned on; afraid I'd let him down and desperate to have him inside me, all at the same time.

He broke the kiss and lifted his head. "Babe, I can feel your heart  pounding." He was breathing heavily, the bulge in his jeans huge. "You  want me to slow down?"

"No." I shook my head. "Don't stop."

He watched me carefully as he gripped the sides of my jeans and slid  them down my legs. Pulling off my Converse and socks, he flung them  aside, and then dragged my jeans off. I let out a shuddery breath when  he stared down at me, squirmed when he ran a finger along my slit  through the bright blue lace underwear I wore.

"I like these. Shit, they're so sexy." He slid his hands from my knees  to my inner thighs. "I'm gonna taste you now. I need my mouth on you  again. Didn't get enough in the bathroom that day. Been rubbing off  thinking about your beautiful pussy, all slick and pink after I made you  come with my tongue."

A pulse started up, deep and achy between my thighs. He gripped the  sides of my panties and slid them down my legs, dropping them on the  floor then spread my legs wide. I started to tremble.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Lulu." That's all he said before he leaned in,  kissing the inside of my thigh. He licked and sucked the sensitive skin,  then his mouth opened over me and he sucked on my overheated flesh.

I cried out, hand going to the back of his head, fingers fisting his  hair. He dragged his tongue through my slick folds, big delicious licks  that had my back arching off the mattress.

"Sweetest fucking pussy," he growled against me.

Then he got serious. Using his thumbs, he spread me open and got busy  with his tongue. One of those wicked thumbs moved, coming into play,  massaging my clit. My senses went into overload, fingers tightening in  his hair, hips thrusting up against his mouth. He held me still with his  wide shoulders and forearms, something I barely registered, so focused  on the pleasure he was building between my legs.

My orgasm came hard and fast, hitting me with little warning. I tried to  close my legs, thrashing and moaning through it. Hunter kept me open  with his shoulders, exposed, so all I could do was take it. Take it  while he licked and sucked me, growling the whole time.

The hungry sounds he made just turned me on more.

His mouth moved to my inner thigh, and he kissed me there before lifting  up. His eyes were hot and a little wild when he stared down at me.  Reaching back, he pulled his shirt off, exposing his ripped chest and  abs, his biceps flexing as he dragged the shirt across his mouth and  flung it aside. He leaned back in and his hands went to the bottom of my  shirt. He shoved it up and off, followed by my bra.

Under his intense scrutiny, my hands came up to cover my breasts. My  body had changed a lot during our time apart. Even though he'd seen me  naked before tonight, and had seemed to like the way I looked now, I was  self-conscious. For once, I didn't have my grief or fear to hide  behind. I felt exposed in a way I hadn't for a long time.

The heat in his eyes changed, now edged with something else, something  that said he wasn't happy. "Why are you covering yourself?"

"I . . ." Shit. I glanced away.

His hand moved to my jaw and he made me look at him. "Tell me."

"Hunter . . ."

"Now, Lulu."

"I . . ."

"Now."

"I have stretch marks," I blurted.

He frowned. "What?"

"My body, it's not the same. I have stretch marks from carrying Josh, from breastfeeding."

"And?" he said in a low voice.

"Well . . . I . . ."

His jaw was clenching again. "You think I give a fuck about stretch marks?"

"Um . . . well . . ."

"That there is one part of you that I don't find fucking sexy? I've had a  constant hard-on since I saw you again. Your new curves . . . fuck,  I've had blue balls for the last couple of weeks, woman. I couldn't give  a fuck about stretch marks."

"Oh." That's all I had. The man had a habit of saying things that left me speechless.

He pulled my hands away, and looked down at me as he slid his palm up to  my breast, massaging my stiff nipple, fingers tightening, making me  gasp. "Don't ever be ashamed of your body." He traced one of the marks  with the tip of his finger. "You got these marks feeding our son,  growing him inside you. Fuck, Lulu." His voice turned, deep, fierce.  "Don't ever be ashamed of that. Especially with me."         

     



 

Then he was kissing me, and all that fierceness was poured into it. I  wrapped my arms around his back, fingers digging into the muscle, into  his smooth inked skin. The kiss went wild, out of control, and those big  hands moved over my naked body in a way that shut down any doubts about  the way he saw me.

One minute he was on me, the next he was off the bed, toeing off his  boots and socks. His hands dropped to the button of his jeans. I watched  him pop it open and slide down the zipper. He shoved the jeans and his  boxer briefs to the floor, and his cock sprang free. I didn't have much  chance to take him all in, because he was back over me before I could  suck in a breath. His thighs shoved in between mine, and he thrust his  hips, dragging that beautiful dick through the center of me. The broad  underside of his cock rubbed relentlessly over my sensitive clit.

"Gonna fuck you now," he rasped into my ear.

I wanted him so bad I couldn't think straight.

"You on the pill?"

"Yes."

I barely got the word out of my mouth before he tilted his hips back and  pushed inside me in one smooth stroke. I arched back in surprise, which  forced him deeper as I moaned helplessly.

He hissed. "Jesus, so fucking good."

Then he started moving, hard cock sliding in and out of my body, hitting  me deep every time he thrust home. I kept my arms tight around him as  he pounded into me, his deep grunts ringing in my ears, his body  covering me, surrounding me. I felt another orgasm building even as  panic started to slither unwanted through my veins.

I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to block it out, trying to go  somewhere else as memories assaulted me. I hated myself for it, for  feeling this way. This was Hunter, the love of my life, and I was on the  verge of freaking out completely.

I was so deep in myself, it took me a second to realize he'd stopped moving.

"Lulu?" He cupped my jaw. "Look at me."

I inwardly cringed when I blinked my eyes open.

"Shit."

He started to move away, but I hung on, squeezed tighter. "Don't. Please don't stop."

He cursed again, not angry with me, but with himself. It was written all  over his face. "You're not ready for this. I pushed too hard, too fast.  Fuck, I'm sorry, baby."

"No . . . No." I dug my fingers into his skin. "Please, I want this, you  have no idea how much." I pressed my forehead against his chest.  "Please. Don't let him take this from us as well."

Hunter stilled, lifting up so he could see my face. "You sure?"

"Yes." And I was. I'd never been surer about anything in my life.