Page 45 of In The Dark
Hunter hums, and I rest my cheek on his chest. “You deserve to be spoiled, Max.”
“I’m a simple girl,” I say. “It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.”
“That was before you met me.” He scoots out from under me, letting my back press into the mattress. He holds himself above me, a lock of hair curling over his forehead. “When I’m around, I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
“Okay.” I smile up at him. “If you insist.”
“I insist, angel.”
My eyes flutter closed when he strokes my arm with his knuckles. It’s a gentle caress, something sweet and soft and soright, and the attraction I’ve been feeling for him bubbles to the surface. I need to remind myself to keep my feet on the damn ground. It’s too soon to be so enamored with someone, but he’s magnetic. Pulling me toward him, and I’m not doing anything to stop it.
“Do you have any plans the rest of the night?” I whisper, my breath hitching as his thumb moves to trace along the underside of my breast. Sensual, teasing. Enough to make me squirm. “Or can you stay?”
“My only plans involve you.” Hunter dips his head, pressing a kiss to my cheek, my neck. “I told you I’m pitiful, Max, and entirely at your mercy.”
He brings his mouth to mine, kissing me, and it’s far different from the other night. He helps me out of my shirt, delicate when he unravels my hair after it gets caught in the sleeve. My shorts come off next and so do his pants. His hands wander and hetakes his time kissing down my body, learning every curve, every inch. It’s slow, patient, exactly like the no-frills sex he said he’s had before, but it’s absolutely perfect.
SIXTEEN
HUNTER
I punchedmy ticket to hell a long time ago, and I can’t bring myself to have an ounce of guilt while I watch Max on the camera I set up in her room. Seeing her wake up has become the best part of my morning.
I prop my laptop on a pillow, grinning when she stretches her arms above her head in her bed. She rolls to her side and yawns, the strap of her tank top slipping down her arm with the movement. She doesn’t bother pushing it up, and her hard nipples are obvious through the thin material.
Fuck.
I wish I was there with her right now.
I rub a hand over my cock and pull up my texts, firing off a message to her.
Me
Dreamed of you last night. How did you sleep?
Her phone lights up on the sheets. Max reaches for it, a smile bursting across her face when she reads the notification. She sits up, back against the pillows and her fingers flying across the screen, and I wait impatiently for her answer.
Max the Angel
Good morning. Not bad. What were these dreams you speak of?
It’s my turn to smile. I dip my hand below the waistband of my boxers and grip my cock, giving myself a slow stroke while I type a message back.
Me
You were tied up in my room. Your legs were spread wide. Your pussy was drenched. I ate you out until you screamed, and then I did it a second time.
Max’s eyes widen. She scoots down the pillows, and I see her hand disappear under the sheets while her head drops back. I stifle a groan when she uses her other hand to peel off her shirt and drop it on the floor, her chest on display in the early morning light.
Max the Angel
Can I tell you about the dream I had last night?
Me
I think I might die if you don’t.
There’s a long pause on her end while I watch her set her phone down on the sheets. She throws back the covers and shimmies out of her tiny sleep shorts, letting them fall on the ground too. Her arm reaches for her bedside table, rummaging through the drawer before she pulls out a toy and drags her fingers over the length of it.
