Page 72 of Hunted
“I better go call my dad and let him know we’re back. He’s excited to see you, too, Darla.” I smile as he turns and leaves, leaving only Weston and myself in my big empty room.
I move to the window that overlooks the backyard. It's a decent-sized space, maybe about an acre of land in total. There was no neighborbehind and the pine trees ran the entire length of the fence on either side, blocking out the neighbors on both sides of us. It’s a great yard, and a great house, but it’s still a big change.
“It’s a lovely house,” I say as Weston steps up behind me, his hands coming to rest on the window frame on the outside of mine.
“It’s okay to be overwhelmed,” he says, as if he can read my mind.
I spin in his arms and grip his shirt. “Is it?”
“Of course, I know this is a lot to take in. You’re doing great.”
“I feel like I should be more… grateful. A huge house, people helping to take care of me… a girl couldn’t ask for more.”
He bends down and grabs my thighs, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms cling to his neck as he rests his forehead against mine. “Baby, it’s okay to be scared. To be anxious. Honestly, I kinda feel the same way.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not scared of anything.”
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Not true. I’m afraid of losing you, losing all of this. It’s been a long time since I had a family. I don't really feel like I belong here. But I think I will, eventually. Those three, having been living here together for a long time, this change will be easier for them. But for you and me, this is completely different to the way we were living before. And much more so for you. We’ll probably feel like fish out of water for a bit. But I promise, it will get easier.”
Something small settles in my chest, telling me he’s right. I just have to give this time.
“And you’ll be here with me the whole time, right?” I ask nervously. “We’ll adjust, together?”
“That’s right. I have no plans to take any pilot jobs for a while. Reece and I already spoke about it. Even if I had money coming in, he refusesto let me pay rent. He just asked for one thing in return for staying here, and it’s something I would have done anyway.”
“What’s that?”
“He asked me to help take care of you. To protect you.”
I stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes as my whole body warms from his words. A deep need grows between my thighs, and I squirm in his arms, trying to find a way to ease the pressure. I bite my lip, and his eyes move down to watch, and when his tongue darts out to lick along his lower lip, like he sees something he wants to taste, I can’t stop myself from crushing my mouth to his.
His thick fingers tighten on my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. I try to find something to rub myself against, but I’m too high on his abs to find much relief.
I moan as his tongue swoops in and takes over the kiss. He devours me, as if we haven’t kissed in months. Since we left the island, it’s been hard trying to find moments of intimacy with my men. Being stuck in bed for two weeks definitely didn’t help things, then we were attacked and have basically been traveling ever since.
So now that I’m finally getting the chance to be close to Weston again, after what feels like forever, I know I’m not ready to let this stop at a simple kiss.
I pull back, gasping for breath as Weston’s heated eyes stare down at me. I take a deep breath as I whisper, “I want you, Weston.”
His eyes widen a fraction in surprise, then he narrows them, and the heated tension grows so thick between us that you could cut it with a knife. “Do you know what you’reasking me, baby?”
“I love you and I’m tired of waiting. I need you, Weston. Make love to me, please?” I beg, my fingers digging into the hair at the back of his neck as I pull him in for another kiss.
He groans against my mouth and after a minute he pulls back, his eyes darting back and forth between mine as if he’s looking for something there. He seems to be satisfied with what he finds as he nods and turns, carrying me to the door.
“Where are we going?”
“You didn’t think our first time was going to be on the floor, did you?” He gives me a look like I’m crazy. I shrug because I hadn’t really thought much beyond wanting him.
He carries me down the hall and into his new bedroom, kicking the door shut with a bang. He kneels on the bed before gently laying me down, right in the middle. He sinks his body right over mine and wastes no time kissing me.
My hands get lost in his hair as his start to roam my body. One slides up my thigh, over my hip, and past my waist. He pushes up my crop top as he goes until he finds my breast and squeezes it over my sports bra, making me gasp at the strong sensation.
“West!” I gasp when he finds my nipple through the fabric and gives it a light tug.
“Tell me if you don't like anything or need me to stop, okay, baby? We still don’t know what all your triggers are.”
I nod quickly, my back arching into his touch. “I will, but please, keep touching me,” I beg, unable to stop myself from craving his hands on me.
