Page 77 of When I Fall In Love

“No.” I smile and blush at the same time as Hunter stares into my eyes, his own speaking only of love and that lust that ignites between us without even trying. “Let’s go up to my place.”

He holds out the roses to me and I grin into them.

“Thank you, they’re so beautiful.”

“The first of many,” he says with a smile and reaches for his suitcase and laptop bag.

I bite my lip as we make our way to the elevators. This is a bit of a brain bender, but… but… Hunter is moving here. To be with me. If I ever doubted anything, this is all the proof I needed. He loves me, I am good enough, and we are going to be together, no matter what it takes. Hunter isn’t meeting me halfway. He has come all the way. I close my eyes, relishing the moment and embracing the reality of what that means. It’s as if every nasty nugget of my past has been annihilated by his love alone.

With tears welling up again, I press the call button for the elevator. Since one is already on the first floor the doors swoop open, and we step in. I press the number for my floor. “But what about the factory? And your business?” I say, trying not to choke up again.

“Derek is running it for now.” Hunter’s hand is on the small of my back, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on my temple. “We’ll see how it goes and make changes as we go along. We’ll adapt. Maybe expand. Maybe I’ll sell it. We’ll see. Nothing’s set in stone. All I know is that I want to be here now, with you. I don’t want to be separated from you ever again, so we’ll figure it out.”

I circle back into his arms, and we ride that way to my floor, sharing kisses that are getting more heated and leading us in only one direction. My heart is full and part of me wants to revel in this sweet moment before I tell him of my own leap of faith.

The elevator pings and opens on my floor. “This way.” I lead the way down the corridor to my place. At the door, I hesitate. “Are you sure, Hunter? You’ll really give up all of that for me? To be here, in San Francisco?”

“Yes. In a heartbeat.”

Oh God. In a heartbeat.

He pierces me with his gaze and nods towards the door. “Open up.”

I unlock my apartment and we step into the small foyer. As soon as the door is closed, he lets go of his luggage, cups my cheeks in both hands and walks me backwards until I’m trapped against the wall. I’m breathless as he kisses me, his fingers sliding down my neck to find the lapels of my jacket. He eases it off my shoulders and it drops to the floor as his lips trail away to my ear.

“Would you mind very much if I fuck you hard right now?” he murmurs.

A smile steals over my face as his breath ghosts down my neck, making goosebumps travel down my chest to my nipples, which harden in response. “I would mind very much if you don’t fuck me hard right now.”

“Hmm, good.” His fingers stroke and tease their way over my breasts, circling my hardened nipples and finding their way down the row of buttons of my blouse to slip it from my body. I’m tugging at his own button-down and relish the moment I have my hands on his naked skin. It’s as if the world ignites once we have our hands on each other, and soon we’re ripping at each other’s clothes as he pulls me away from the wall and guides me to the couch, all the while kissing as if we have to catch up on decades of lost time. By the time he makes me sit I’m only in my panties and wet with need. He leans over me as he unbuckles his belt, a glint in his eyes.

“What do you want to do this weekend?” he asks as he strips, his cock coming straight into view.

“Besides having a ridiculous amount of sex?” I ask as I cup him in my hand. “Nothing.”

He laughs but doesn’t let me go any further. Instead, he peels my hand off his cock and pushes me to lie back on the couch. “We’re on the same page there.”

We always were, and we always will be. Already my legs are opening for him, and his fingers trail down from my ankle all the way to the apex of my thighs. He dips a finger under my panties’ elastic and tugs it to the side, grazing my sex in the process. I still under his touch as he slides a knuckle up and down my slit, knowing with the ease he does it that I’m soaked.

“Fuck, Beth. Have you been thinking of this the whole day like I have?” he says as our gazes connect.

“Yes.” There’s no point in lying. During the ceaseless discourse of the hearing, my mind had wandered freely into the zone where I imagined this moment with him.

He groans at my admission and dips his head to kiss my breasts. When he stands again, I almost feel cold with loss, but he’s only reaching for his pants to take a condom out of his wallet. While he’s busy, I peel my panties off, relishing the moment to be naked with his gaze licking over every part of my body.

Hunter sinks down on his knees between my legs and leans over me. We don’t look anywhere except into each other’s eyes as he finds my entrance and makes slow work of penetrating me. The feeling is exquisite, the slow repetitive in-and-out hitting my clit exactly as I need it.

“I’m so happy… so relieved that you’re here.”

“I’m not spending a day apart from you ever again,” he says as he speeds up his thrusts.

“No.” It’s on this vow that I feel my orgasm rushing in and I trap him close with my legs, forcing him to go faster, harder, until I feel his own release echo against mine.

“If I’d known about your divorce, I would have come sooner,” he says as he comes down, then kisses me softly.

“No regrets,” I whisper back as I cup his cheek.

“No. From now on, we’re only going forward.” He silences us on the topic with a long, lingering kiss.

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