Page 62 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

“Or more fun,” I replied with a grin. The thought of her naked under her coat immediately had my dick sitting up and taking notice.

“Or that,” she whispered, the longing in her brown-eyed gaze pulled at me, telling me without words that the other day wasn’t a fluke. The fire between us was real. Our desire flared in its intensity like a physical rope connecting us.

“Come here,” I rasped. I couldn’t wait to touch her. I jerked her to me and tugged her into the foyer before slamming the door shut.

She stumbled, her plump red lips parting in surprise.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all week.” I cupped her cheek, lightly caressing her smooth skin with my thumb.

“Me too. Everytime I think about Sunday, my body throbs, craving your touch,” she whispered.

Fuck me.I had no idea she’d be so forthcoming or on the same page as quickly as me. My mouth found hers, relishing in the feel of her lips against mine. “Finally,”the word echoed in my mind.

She wound her arms around me and her hands dug into the small of my back. Her soft curves molded to the contours of my body perfectly. Like we were made to fit like pieces of a puzzle. All of the waiting this week had been worth how good it felt to be with her right now.

Our kiss changed with each movement of our mouths. Hard and searching became soft and gentle and then wild, as we found our rhythm. She raised to her toes to meet my punishing kiss; her curves dragged along my chest, causing my nerves to spark and my skin to overheat. I growled at the overwhelming sensations rocketing through me.

She traced the seam of my lips before thrusting her tongue into my eager mouth, imitating what our bodies wanted. I threaded my fingers through her ebony hair, gripping the strands tight. Hunger nipped at us, egging us on, demanding more of us.

I was desperate for her touch.

With each undulation of her hips, the only clear thought I had was to fuck her against the door. I cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her until our bodies fit in all the right places. Her legs anchored themselves at my waist.

“I need you more than I need to breathe.” Part of me couldn’t believe those sappy words had just exited my mouth. The other half was pumping its fist in the air at the truth of my statement. She stripped me to my base self and only the truth emerged.

She arched her back as a soft whimper escaped her lips. I trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and the column of her throat. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin and once I was done, start all over again.

“I want to worship your body and fuck you until you can’t walk right for a week.”

“Yes, to all of that.” Her legs tightened, her words a soft caress on my neck. I felt her lips curl up into a smile against my neck. “Don’t make me promises you can’t deliver.”

I gripped her ass tighter. “I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

She shivered and a light moan left her mouth before she lifted her head. “What’s that noise?”

The insistent beeping of the kitchen timer worked its way into my consciousness. I laid my forehead on her shoulder and drew in deep, shuddering breaths to calm myself. “Shit. I forgot about dinner.”

I placed a light kiss on her lips and released my hold so she could slide down my body. My dick, hard as a rock, was not thanking me for stopping.

She let out a breathy sigh. “We have all night, right?”

“Stay here.” I nipped at her lips one more time, then strode into the kitchen. Fuck dinner. We could warm it up later. I turned off the oven, picked up the pot of potatoes, and shoved it inside the oven with the meatloaf.

I strode back to Wren with a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. She’d stayed put, her body sagging against the wall as though her legs were struggling to hold her upright.

“I was thinking dinner could wait.” I ran my hand over her cheek.

“Mmm,” she responded and turned her head to kiss my palm.

“Are you sure about this? You can change your mind at any time.” As much as she seemed on board with this, I wanted to be sure. I’d stop if she told me to.

Her heat-filled gaze met mine, and her hand cupped my dick through my pants. “I want this and you. I have an IUD and was tested the last time I was at my doctor’s this year. And I haven’t been with anyone since just before that.”

My head fell forward until our foreheads touched. “It’s been a while for me too. Instant full-time dad doesn’t seem to leave room for much else. I’m clean. I get tested regularly.” I wanted to cringe at that last sentence. It made me sound like I slept around more often than I did.

“Good.” She laughed breathlessly. “Then what are we waiting for?”

She yanked my shirt free from my pants, her lower lip stuck between her teeth as she started on the buttons. The heat from her hands left a tantalizing trail down my chest. With every millimeter of skin, her touch branded me. I wanted no one else but her. My abs tightened when her fingers danced across my skin, finishing the buttons. She fumbled and yanked at my belt until she’d gotten it undone.

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