Page 78 of Knot a Good Idea

Just maybe, it would be okay to feel good, after everything.

My decision’s made when I lift my head and he captures my lips with his.

It’s explosive.

Hunter kisses me like we’re never going to see each other again. Like he’ll never have another taste of me, and this is all we get.

His tongue clashes against mine, demanding attention. He cups my face with his hands, holding me in place as he has his way with my mouth. A low growl sounds in his throat as my heart beats wildly, my inner Omega unable to keep herself hidden any longer.

“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. He never keeps his mouth far from mine, only pausing to breathe against me until he kisses me again. He traps me in place with his hands, one leaving my cheek to wrap around my waist, his large palm encircling me.

I haven’t been this wet in months.

Maybe years.

My skin is on fire, sensitive to every sensation. My nipples throb in time with my clit, and I clutch at his shoulders desperately.

“Bedroom,” I choke out. “I’m not about to stain this couch.”

He pulls away and laughs, flashing me a wolfish smile. “You can desecrate anything you want. I’ll buy you a whole new furniture set.”

It’s tempting to straddle him here on the couch and take exactly what I need from him.

But the first time he makes me come, I want it to be on my bed.

The first time?my inner voice supplies.Does that mean there will be a second?

But before I can think on that for too long, Hunter stands and takes me with him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” He smirks, then scoops me off my feet and into his arms before I can blink.

He literally carries me off to my bedroom with my arms wrapped around his neck, my face flushing.

Old April would scoff. Old April would think there’s no point to any of this fanfare.

But Hunter makes me come alive.

He makes me laugh, just like Liam.

“Door stays cracked,” I warn him as he carries me across the threshold and into my bedroom. “Not closed.”

“Absolutely.”

And true to his word, after he deposits me on the bed, he only closes the door slightly.

Then, his eyes are back on me.

“I can’t figure out what to do to you first,” he admits lowly.

His scent is so strong that it fills the room, all spice, pepper, and cloves.

I want to drown in it.

Sitting up on the bed and giving him a smile, I motion for him to come forward. “You can start by taking off your shirt,” I breathe, “then we can discuss from there.”

I’ve been dying to see his tattoos, to drink up his tanned skin and run my fingers up and down his chest.

“I like this side of you.” He grins, then lifts his shirt and tosses it to the ground.

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