“See? Safe. Not terrorists, no assassins, no rogue nuclear state. Happy now?”
Hunter grins at me. “So, sleeping, huh?”
I groan. “Yes.”
“Sure.” He takes a step towards me, and I take a sharp breath. “And how was sleeping going for you?” He takes another step towards me, his eyes locked right on me like he knows. Like he can look right inside of me and knows exactly what I was doing.
“It was…” I shake my head and swallow heavily. “How was your night?”
“Frustrating.”
I make an exaggerated pouty face. “Aww, shame. Get turned down?”
He grins, “Opposite, actually.”
I frown, instantly feeling the spike of jealousy lancing through me at the thought of him with someone else.
Jesus, is that why he’s here so late? To rub it in my face that he was with another girl?
The thought enrages me, even if I know how ridiculous that is. It’s not like I have any sort of claim on him or anything. Actually, I’ve been pretty clear about not wanting anything to do with him.
So why the hell am I so pissed?
Why does the thought of Hunter with another woman make my blood boil?
Because the illicit affair we’re carrying out is the hottest thing ever? Because I’m doing my damnedest to not give in and sleep with him again? Not because of how wrong it is, but because I’m scared of how fucking good he felt.
Because I’m afraid that he of all people made me feel like nothing — and no one — else ever had and I’ll never have it again because of who we both are?
None of that does anything to help right now while he’s standing right here in my room, inches away from me while I’m wearing nothing but a thin robe.
I glare at him. “So, have fun tonight then?” I sneer out.
He grins, wickedly. “Oh now, are we jealous?”
I roll my eyes. “Hardly.”
“Please, you’re a shitty liar.”
I scowl at him. “Well you’re just a shitty…” I trail off, stumbling over my words.
“Nice come back.”
“Fuck you.”
He laughs, “Oh my God, you’re so jealous.”
I glare at him. “Not in a million years.”
“You want to hear about it?”
“Um , no—“
“It was good but not great.”
I can feel my heart start to sink, and the fury rise up in my face. “Jesus, I told you I didn’t want to—”
“It was in my room, here actually.”
I whirl away from him, throwing my hands up to my ears. “Oh my God; stop, please.” I’m furious and I shake his arm away when he reaches out for me, but he grabs my arm anyways and pulls me back around towards him.
“I was alone, Maddie.”
I freeze, the rage etched on my face. “What?”
He grins wickedly, like he’s fully aware of how under my skin he is. “Like I said, I didn’t get turned down.” He winks, “It was more like on. Except she won’t give me the time of day,” he murmurs lowly as he moves against me. “And I can’t get her out of my fucking head.”
He’s talking about me.
And then the other light goes on in my head about what he said before, and I frown at him. “Wait, what do you mean ‘it was good but not great’?”
“When I came.”
I can feel my body react to his words.
Oh my God, he came alone in his room.
And he’s talking about me.
The desire burns hot between my legs as I feel my pulse thrum in my ears. God it’d be so easy. It’s late, it’s just him and I, and there’s a bed right here.
It’d be so easy to just let go and let what I know we both want happen.
He moves right against me, and I look up into those piercing blue eyes, feeling the illicit thrill of him tingle through me. I gasp as I feel his hand slide over the tie of my robe to the front, slowly pulling at it. My breath comes quickly as he tugs the simple knot undone, and the robe parts just a bit at the top, letting him see the swell of the tops of my breasts.
And then he grins, and moves away from me.
“Well, I should let you get back to— Well, whatever it is you were doing in here.”
I catch my breath, feeling my cheeks burn furiously. “I was sleeping,” I say quickly, feeling the heat pulsing between my legs as I quickly jerk my robe together and tie it shut.
Hunter’s hand suddenly grabs me by the wrist, and pulls my hand up, and I nearly die right there as he fucking smells my fingers.