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.
His arms tightened around me and he flipped us so he was on his back, me draped over his body. “Then ride me.” His hands came up to cover my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, making me shiver. God, so good.
I rose, gripped his cock, and came down on it, taking all of him deep. My head dropped back, a moan escaping.
“Look at me, babe. Don’t take your eyes off me.” One hand stayed on my breast, the other going between my legs. He pressed his thumb down on my clit, rubbing it in little circles.
I undulated my hips against his, taking him even deeper. “Don’t stop,” I panted as I rose up, keeping my eyes locked on his when I slid back down.