Page 39 of Regret

He looked up at the ceiling. “Dear Lord, you’d better give me a whole lot of patience with this one.” He looked down, then shot his eyes back up again. “And FYI, I might just end up strangling her…or screwing her. Either way, I’m committing a sin very soon. Just wanna give you a heads-up.”

“Who are you talking to?”

He turned around and saw Scarlet leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

“I was talking to God.”

“God? You don’t look like the religious type.”

“I wasn’t.” He turned his back on her and walked to the living room. “Until I met your demonic ass.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

Taking a seat on the couch, he watched as she walked over to his bed and plopped herself down on the mattress.

“Hey. What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need some sleep,” she moaned, her voice all muffled up as she snuggled her face into the pillow.

“We need to talk, remember?” He got up and walked over to the bed.

“Later. I can’t keep my eyes open.”

Hunter stood next to the bed, staring at her laying on her stomach, arms pushed beneath his pillow. The way she was stretched out caused the shirt she was wearing to move up her thighs, exposing a few inches of the curve of her ass. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wasn’t wearing any panties.

For a second he allowed his gaze to slowly move from her ankles, taking in every inch of her beautifully tanned legs, all the way up to her thighs. It was probably very inappropriate of him to just stand there like a damn statue, staring at her ass, but those firm, curvy, beautifully shaped cheeks were just too damn pretty not to stare at.

She pulled her left leg up, and he noticed a tattoo high up on her right inner thigh. It looked like some sort of Chinese symbol. He had no idea what it meant, but it was hot as hell. Thank fuck he didn’t button up his pants or his dick would be hating him.

Everything about this woman just screamed sex—hot, heady, raw sex—exactly how Hunter liked to dish it out. And he really, really wanted to give this woman a huge helping of Hunter fucking Keaton—pun most definitely intended.

The smooth skin of her legs seemed like they were begging him to stroke his hands all the way up until he reached the tattoo on her inner thigh. Just the idea of touching her made his cock stand at attention, his loins on fucking fire.

“Stop looking at my ass, Ace.”

Hunter jerked up straight. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Well, it’s kinda difficult when someone has their eyes glued to my ass.”

“Wear underwear, then.”

She flipped herself over on her back and stared up at him. “Now where would the fun be in that?”

The shirt she was wearing was only buttoned halfway and fell to the side, giving him a glimpse of the swell of her breasts. Beautiful, large, voluptuous breasts just begging to be kneaded and palmed—to be sucked. He could already taste her skin on his tongue, feel the flesh of her tits in his palm.Jesus fucking Christ.

With a light shake of his head, he peeled his gaze away from the woman who was laying half naked on his bed, tempting him in every way possible.

“Since you’re not sleeping, get your ass up so we can talk.”

With a loud sigh, she scooted up, leaning back against the headboard. “Are you always this uptight and demanding?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed. “When I’m kicking ass outside of a club, running for my life down a fire escape, and then speeding through the streets of Chicago to save the ass of someone I hardly know—then yes. I’m as uptight as fuck. And yes, I’m demanding in every aspect of my life.” He leaned a little closer. “And I meaneveryaspect of my life.”

There was a faint flush spreading all the way up the skin of her neck, and Hunter loved the fact that he had her flustered.

“Fine.” She crossed her legs, and immediately he had the greatest view of her thighs while she sat in front of him. There was no way he could have stopped himself from thinking about what kind of pleasure he could find between her legs. Thinking about how she handled that motorcycle, the strength she had to have in her thighs had him thinking about nothing but slippery hot sex, and multiple mind numbing orgasms. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on, this jacked up to be inside a woman.

“So I’m going to give you the in-a-nutshell version of what’s going on here,” she started, then pushed her hand through her long, sleek hair. “My cousin, who is adopted by the way, is after granny’s little fortune. Okay, not little. Huge. But he’s scared shitless that little old me might take that away from him.”

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