Shattered King(74)

“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.