Page 85 of Regret

Chapter 26

May 15, 2009

Hunter unlocked his front door, still not sure if he should be doing this. It had been two weeks since he started seeing Blue and she had insisted on seeing where he lived. His dump of an apartment was nothing more than an embarrassment, and if he could have avoided bringing her here, he would have. But for the last week, he could sense that she was becoming restless, and God knew so was he. Every time they kissed and it got a little heavier than just smooching, he could feel by the way she responded to him that she wanted more, that her body demanded more. Her hips would move in the most provocative way against him, pushing his self-control to the damn limit.

They would also sneak around the outside of bars and buildings, making out while he had her pinned against the wall. There was even the time in the back of her car where things got so heated, that when he cupped her breast for the first time and she arched her back, pushing her round flesh deeper into his palm, he couldn’t help but move between her legs. Both their jeans were still on, but neither of them could stop moving, searching for the pressure, the friction their bodies so desperately needed. Moans of pleasure filled the back of her car and they didn’t stop until both of them climaxed, still wearing their clothes. It was the first time in years Hunter dry humped anyone, but it couldn’t be helped. And even after he came in his pants, he still felt completely and utterly unsatisfied. The way she placed her hand on her forehead, biting her bottom lip, told him that she was far from satisfied as well. But the time wasn’t right then. Especially not in the back of a damn car.

He was so enthralled by her, by how he felt about her, that for the first time in his life he was afraid that sex might ruin it. Since when did sex ruin anything but innocence? And since when was he nervous about the whole concept of having sex with such a gorgeous woman? A woman who made his heart beat fast. A woman who had the power to make him feel like he could take on the world with her by his side. Hunter wasn’t blind. He saw the way people stared at them whenever they walked down the streets of Chicago, or when they entered a restaurant. Blue was a beautiful, refined, sophisticated woman, while he was a leather jacket wearing biker with long hair and torn jeans. Complete opposites from different sides of the tracks.

Hunter turned around and stared at her. “Are you sure you want to see where I live? It’s nowhere near as grand as your home. What’s it called again?”

She cocked a brow. “Bella Vista Estate.”

“Right. Bella Vista Estate.” An estate he secretly referred to as Fort Knox with big-ass walls.

“My place is a dump, Blue.”

“Hunter, open the door.” She smiled.

Reluctantly, he stood to the side as he opened the door, letting her walk in first. Lucky for him, he had kept his apartment tidy the last week since he knew it was only a matter of time before he would bring her here. He was just secretly hoping he might have won the lotto before he brought her home so he could show her a top floor loft rather than a crappy little apartment with a bed, a couch, and no cable.

He stood by the door and watched intently as she walked around his apartment. Nothing about her facial expression gave him the idea that she was disgusted, or even unimpressed. Of course, he also took the opportunity to admire her shapely legs and curvy ass in a light blue dress with the hem just above her knees. Her hair was in a tidy bun at the back of her neck and her lips were the faintest shade of pink. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

She turned around, still smiling. “Cozy.”

He snorted. “It’s a dump.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s a cozy dump.” They both laughed, and Hunter closed the door behind him.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“No.” She pulled down one strap of her dress over her shoulder…and then the other one. Hunter watched in awe as the dress fell from her body and pooled around her feet.

“Blue, what are you doing?” He licked his lips as his gaze swept over her perfect body. Ivory skin that teased his taste buds, making him want to drag his tongue over every part of her. And the perfectly shaped swell of her breasts covered with a soft pink lacy bra. A bra he wanted to tear off with his teeth.

“I’m ready, Hunter.”

He met her eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Blue.”

“I know. But I want to.”

She walked up to him and dragged her fingers along the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. When she placed her hands on his naked chest, his skin erupted with chills. Her softest touch was enough to set his insides aflame and make his cock feel like it was about to burst.

He felt her hands brush against his stomach as she started undoing his pants. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice already husky and low.

She placed a soft kiss just above his nipple, and he sucked in a breath. “I’m sure.”

When she popped that first button of his jeans, Hunter reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around him and their mouths collided. Feeling her skin against his was euphoric, like he was tripping on ecstasy, loving the warmth that spread from her to him. One strategic move of his fingers and he loosened her bra without effort.

Once they reached the bed, he put her down gently on her back, after which he wasted no time removing his pants while she watched him, her body already writhing on the covers. Seeing her beautiful body waiting and wanting him was a sight he would not soon forget. On his knees, he climbed onto the bed, and when he slowly, leisurely started to remove her panties, she lifted her hips and he guided the little piece of fabric over her thighs, her knees, until he tossed it on the floor.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and her cheeks flushed.

He kissed his way up her leg, her inner thigh, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled like lilies and vanilla, a scent he would always remember as hers. He felt every shudder that swept through her body with his every touch, his every kiss, and he wondered what he did to deserve such beauty in his life.

Hunter leaned over her and grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer. They were both so hungry for each other, so possessed by their need to be together that he knew it would be over quickly for both of them. But he was okay with that. He planned on making love to her every day for the rest of his fucking life.

With hooded eyes and parted lips, she welcomed him between her legs when he stretched out over her.

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