I’d give her all the time she needed. But waiting for her to make that shift, to finally turn to me for more than comfort, was fucking hard. Not pushing like I wanted to nearly killed me. I’d gone three years without this woman, and not a night passed in all that time that I didn’t dream about her, even when I hated her for what I thought she’d done. I’d still craved her. So when she slid her fingers across my jaw to cup the side of my face, I stilled. And when her gaze dropped to my mouth and she ran her thumb below my lower lip, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Morning,” she whispered, then leaned in and pressed her mouth against mine.
It wasn’t a peck. No, she moved her mouth against mine in a way that had my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing against the zipper of my jeans. I dropped a hand to her hip, pulling her in closer, the other thrusting into her soft hair and taking over, sliding my tongue across her lower lip, nipping. She opened for me, gave it back, tongue moving against mine in a way that told me just how hot she was for me.
If I didn’t put on the brakes now, though the idea made me want to growl in frustration, no way could I stop from taking this further. Jesus, I didn’t fucking want to, but I couldn’t let this get out of control. So I slowed things down, and it seriously fucking hurt to do it. My cock wasn’t thanking me for it, that’s for damn sure. I gave her ass a squeeze, because I couldn’t help it, and ended the kiss. “Morning,” I said against her soft, now sexily swollen lips.
Her smile got bigger, brighter. Beautiful.
“I like that, babe,” I said.
“What?”
“That smile you got going on this morning.”
Her fingers flexed against my shoulder, then she bit her lip. She glanced away then back, holding my gaze. The bright in her eyes turned liquid.
“You put it there. It’s only fair I share it with you.” Then she leaned in, shoved her face against my throat and started breathing heavily, doing her best to hold it together.
Fuck.
I ran my hand up and down her back. Jesus. Did she have any idea what that meant to me? Any idea at all? “You keep saying shit like that, Lulu. I’m gonna want to take you to my bed and fuck you. Look into your eyes while you come, telling me again and again how I put that smile there.” I slid my hand down her smooth thigh then up under my T-shirt that she’d claimed to sleep in—which fucking pleased me to no end—and cupped her ass. “You in my bed, looking at me like that, saying shit like that to me. There’ll be no going back. I’ll keep you there, you know that, right?”
She stilled, just for a beat, and then she moved in closer, tits soft and warm against my ribs, and kissed my neck. I felt it like she’d pressed her lips to the head of my cock. “I want that.” She kissed me again. “I want all of it.”
Now it was my turn to go still. Her voice had come out muffled, since her mouth was against my skin. So I wrapped my arms around her back and shifted to my side, so we were facing each other. “What did you just say?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I want it.” Her eyes locked with mine. “All of it.”
“You want it all?” My voice came out a shaky rasp when I repeated her words. I didn’t give a fuck. It wasn’t a question, because she’d said it now, which meant there was no going back.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You know what you’re saying?”
“Yes.”
“You’re giving us another shot. You’re in my bed every night. You, me, Josh, we’re a family.” A tear streaked down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb. Another fell straight after, and I swiped that one away as well.
She slid her hands into my hair, holding me captive with her beautiful gray eyes, and damn near destroyed me with her next words. “Yes. If you’ll have us.”
“Fuck, Lulu.” I cupped the back of her head. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
My other hand was still up the back of her shirt. I smoothed it down her side then around and back up over her soft belly, to cup one of her full tits. Its softness overflowed my hand. When I swiped my thumb over a stiffened nipple, she moaned softly.
Lulu’s knee was bent over my hip, and she wriggled against me. Fuck. I wanted her naked under me, now. Her cheeks were flushed, breath coming in little pants. “Hunter . . .”
It was at that moment our little spider monkey scrambled onto the couch. He leaned in close and wrapped his arms around my neck, so we were nose to nose. He’d obviously been trying to get our attention for a while, which had failed for obvious reasons.