I smiled and slid my arms up around his neck. “Will you wear one of your sexy suits for me?”
“If wearing a suit turns you on, gets you hot enough you’ll let me fuck you any way I want when I get home? I’ll wear a suit.”
I spread my legs wider and his hard cock settled against me. Skin on skin. It was probably wrong that I was getting turned on in that moment, but I didn’t care. I wanted to celebrate a future free of fear, my future with the man I loved. “You can fuck me any way you want when we get home,” I agreed.
His nostrils flared. “Yeah?”
His voice was all rough and sexy.
“Yeah.”
He slid his hips against mine. It felt good, so good I arched into the mattress, letting out a low moan.
His hands fisted the T-shirt I wore and he dragged it up and off, flinging it aside. He came back down, gaze locked on me. “Legs around my waist.”
I did as he asked. He brushed his mouth across mine, his stubble grazing my skin, making me shiver. I grabbed his ass and urged him on. He didn’t make me wait, lifted his hips, cock head to my opening, and pushed inside.
My mouth dropped open. “Oh God,” I breathed.
“Eyes on me.”
I blinked, made myself focus on him while he glided in and out, slow and deep, deep enough he grazed my g-spot every time. I dug my fingers more firmly into his ass. “Harder,” I urged.
Grabbing my hands, he lifted them above my head, shaking his. “Slow and sweet.”
He ground against me and I cried out, orgasm building with every thrust. It was intense, mind-blowing. I moved my hips against his, trying to get more of him.
“Harder,” I tried again. I lifted up, ran my tongue along his jaw, nipped his ear, and at the same time I squeezed my muscles hard around his cock.
He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Lulu.” His voice held a warning.
I did it again.
Those gorgeous blue eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Fuck.” He slammed up inside me. “You’ll pay for that tonight.”
“T-that’s what I’m banking on.”
His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pressed them deeper into the mattress, stare locked on mine, asking me without words if I was okay with being held down. Hunter liked control, liked to dominate. I didn’t think I’d like it after what happened, but I did. With Hunter everything felt good, right.
I held his stare. “Don’t stop.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He kept me pinned, watching me as he proceeded to drill the hell out of me. He kept his gaze locked on mine so all I could see was him, his beautiful face twisted with pleasure.
“Let me feel it,” he rasped and slammed in hard, pounded deep.
With those huskily spoken words, I wrapped myself around him and broke into a million pieces.
But that was okay.
As long as I had Hunter to put me back together, I knew everything would be all right.
* * *
I didn’t have date night clothes. In fact, I didn’t have anything but jeans, shorts, and T-shirts. I’d never really been on a date. I mean, Hunter used to take me out, but never to a restaurant or anything. We’d go to a fast food joint or to the movies, but mostly we used to hang at his place.
In my desperation, I’d called Ruby. I wanted to look nice for him. I wanted tonight to be special. And I wanted to feel like a girly girl. Not something I’d ever been. I didn’t think Hunter had ever seen me in a dress, let alone heels.
I stared down at the outfit Ruby had brought for me to borrow, still lying on the bed. It was black, short, and sleeveless, the fabric loose and drapey. She said it would skim my curves and accentuate my assets. It also had a plunging neckline. Hunter wasn’t a subtle guy and I knew he’d appreciate it. Ruby had also brought a pair of killer, skyscraper heels. I’d never really worn heels, but I loved the gorgeous shimmery, deep green shoes she’d given me. They were surprisingly easy to walk in and, I had to admit, kind of made my legs look great.
I glanced at myself in the bedroom vanity. She’d helped me with my make-up and hair as well, since I was out of practice. The most daring I got with my hair these days was a ponytail. Now it was down, curls soft and tussled, giving it a sexy, messy look. The “I’ve-just-been-fucked-senseless” look, Ruby had called it.
I heard the apartment door open, Hunter’s boots coming down the hall. “Lulu?”
“Don’t come in! I’m not dressed.”
I heard his deep chuckle beyond the door. “Babe, I’ve seen you naked.”
“And what happens every time you see me naked?” I asked.
He was quiet a second. “Good point. I’m grabbing a quick shower.”