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Hunter shrugged. “Better to teach him the good things in life now.”

I had a feeling my jaw would ache tomorrow at the amount of astonishment I’d had today.

“No. You don’t,” I growled. “Do not stealmyson’s innocence.” I might have stomped my foot like a child, but I chose not to acknowledge it.

“Mynephewneeded help, so I helped him.” He took a step into my space.

I was all too aware of the fact that Anna had disappeared somewhere with Adair, and we were left all alone in the confines of the kitchen area.

“Get used to it, babe. I’ll be helping him whenever he needs it from now on.”

Until I got the hell out of town, I thought. Regardless, the comment did warm my heart.

I might have been laying low now, but that was what I had to do to get Hunter to let his guard down. When I had the chance and the means to escape him and this town, I would be gone in a blink of an eye. Not that I would tell him any of that. I would leave him a note, though. I was a decent person, despite what he thought.

When he took another step closer, he stole my oxygen all over again, and any thoughts I had about escaping dissolved with his scent. It was my one weakness. I could resist everything else.

“So, if he wants to write boobs, I’ll help him write boobs,” he added, his voice dropping low and husky, and the way he said boobs had my nipples tingling.

Okay, maybe I couldn’t resist his voice. But his body, his thick neck and flat chest with abs I could count as I licked them, and a V I could nip my way down …

“Babe.” He dragged my eyes back up to his face.

Shit. Maybe not his body, either.

Those green eyes swam with what I refused to acknowledge as a hunger that I would not admit. It made me dampen my lips. They washed over my skin, resting somewhere below my chin, where his eyes became fixed. Heat burst across my chest.

Fuck, I couldn’t resist any part of him.

That moment in the backyard came back to me.

“Hunter,” I whispered.

He moved, dipping his head, and the hot, wet heat of his tongue ran over the top of my breast. I gasped as he dragged it into the valley of my breasts before leaning back, icing disappearing into his mouth.

Everything went on auto-drive as an inferno of lust revived inside of me. I needed a change of panties before he could even lick his lips, and possibly a new shirt if my nipples drilled any more holes into the cotton.

“Never tasted anything sweeter,” he said, his face only inches from mine.

“That’s because it’s icing.” My wittiness failed me.

Hunter’s grin twitched. He grabbed me by the ass, lifting me off the ground and slamming me hard against the cold wall, before crashing his lips down on mine.

It was hot and animalistic, and tasted sugary sweet as he wasted no time thrusting his tongue into my mouth, coaxing my tongue to play with his.

I groaned against him, writhing my body with delicious friction against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and did it again, feeling the hard material of his jeans brush against the crotch of my own denim. I almost orgasmed right there.

Hunter growled, clamping his hands on my hips and forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He held me still as he ventured under my shirt. His hands were warm and the icing made them sticky as he moved straight over my abdomen and up my ribcage. My bra was no obstacle for him as he popped the front clasp open with the flick of his finger then shoved my shirt and bra up and out the way.

He broke the kiss, and in that tiny moment of sanity, I opened my mouth to stop this. My little internal voice surfaced, ready to list why it was so bad to act on the attraction of my son’s uncle, when Hunter wrapped his mouth around my right nipple. The voice disappeared.

I cried out at the contact, and Hunter flicked my nipple in response, making me groan. He kissed, licked, flicked, and sucked until my nipple was puckered and red before moving on to the next one.

“Hunter,” I whimpered.

He removed his hand from my hip, forcing me to hold on tighter, and reached for my other nipple. I gasped when his hand smothered icing across it then turned to look as his mouth slanted over it and sucked it all off with a pop before moving on to the other one. The sight of it made me moan and arch into his face. He hummed in appreciation, the vibrations reverberating straight down my center.

Before Adair, my nipples hadn’t been paid much attention to since I could never get off on them. Post-baby, though, my nipples were more sensitive. This alone was close to sending me over the edge.

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