Page 16 of Ruined By the Hunk

I glance down at Alice and she’s stirring. Her fingers flex against my chest as her eyes flutter open. When she looks up at me, all sleepy and soft, I want to beg her to be in my bed every morning.

“Morning,” I say, my voice low and rough.

“Morning,” she whispers back, her lips curving into a small smile.

Her fingers start tracing patterns on my chest, lazy and absentminded, but every stroke sets my nerves on fire. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on literally anything else, but then her leg moves again, and I lose the battle.

“Alice,” I murmur, my voice full of need. “What are you doing?”

She glances up, blinking innocently, but there’s a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” I ask, wrapping my hand gently around hers to still it.

Her cheeks flush pink, but she doesn’t look away. “I thought it was obvious,” she says, her voice teasing.

I laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Am I?” she asks, tilting her head like she’s genuinely considering it.

“Definitely.” I lean down, kissing her softly, but I keep my movements controlled, careful. “Tell me you’re sure,” I murmur against her lips.

She nods, her fingers curling into my chest. “I’m sure, Hunter. I want you.”

Those words undo me.

I lean down and kiss her, deep and slow, letting her set the pace. She melts into me, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, her body pressing closer. My hands roam over her back, and her waist, feeling the softness of her curves beneath my touch.

Rolling us gently, I hover above her, breaking the kiss to look down at her. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes heavy with desire.

She grins up at me. “Is this what it’s like to be examined by a vet?”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Yes, gentle and effective.”

She laughs, a sound that’s half breathless and half delighted. “Is that your motto?”

“Maybe. Should I put it on my business cards?”

She snorts, and I take advantage of her laughter to kiss down her neck, my hands sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.

Her laughter fades into a soft gasp, and I pause, looking up at her. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” she says, her voice steady and full of anticipation.

“Good,” I murmur, trailing kisses lower. “Because I’m just starting to work.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Hunter, you’re so corny.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” I tease, kissing along her stomach, taking my time.

“Debatable,” she shoots back, but her voice catches when my lips move lower and her whole body tenses under me.

“Still debatable?” I ask, glancing up.

She peeks at me from between her fingers, her face flushed. “Less debatable,” she admits, her voice breathless.

I grin, taking that as permission to keep going.

She arches into my touch, her breaths coming faster, and I press kisses lower, down her collarbone, over the curve of her breast, worshipping every inch of her. When I reach her stomach, I pause, looking up to make sure she’s still with me.

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