Page 94 of Hunter

He pulled away from me then, so suddenly, it took me a moment to realize he wasn’t touching me anymore.

I turned around and looked at him in confusion.

He tapped my nose affectionately. “Sorry, baby, but I have to get to work. No time for play, but if you’re good, I’ll make the wait worthwhile.”

“Oh,” I said, sounding disappointed. I was disappointed. “Are you sure you can’t play hooky?”

He shot me a heated look. “Sounds tempting, but I can’t. I’m sorry, baby.”

He cupped my cheeks and leaned down, taking my lips in his and giving me a brutal kiss that left me breathless by the time he pulled away.

I could only stand there and watch him.

“Stay here, okay? While I go get ready, and you can walk me to the elevator.”

I nodded mutely.

He laughed and walked away, back to his room.

It took me two long seconds to get out of my stupor, and I finally looked around his place.

It had the exact same design as my place, only it was furnished with masculine furniture and dark colors. It also wasn’t filled with many things.

It seemed like Xavier was living a minimalist lifestyle.

It almost felt like he had purchased these things quickly, and without a care. It made me wonder what happened to all his old furniture and why he chose to move into this place when he didn’t seem to fit in much with it.

I jumped when I saw him come out from the corner of my eye. I turned to him fully and found him dressed in his signature style of dark jeans, black boots, and a dark t-shirt. This one was a navy blue that matched well with his tan skin.

I wondered if there would ever be a time when I wasn’t struck speechless looking at the man.

And not for the first time, I wondered what the hell he was doing with me.

He walked up to me without a word, and I tilted my head back to look him in the eyes. I should be frightened over his sheer size alone, yet the memory of how he defended me the other night came to mind, and I couldn’t find it in me to be scared.

I wasn’t scared, so I did something daring.

I leaned on my tippy-toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.

He bent down, and I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of him.

It had never felt like this when I kissed other men—boys—before.

It had never made me feel addicted or like I was going through withdrawal simply because I wouldn’t be able to kiss him for several hours.

He groaned against my lips, making me feel like a sex goddess, able to seduce a man like him, just as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up until my feet no longer touched the ground.

Fuck, but he was strong.

And he was mine.

I deepened the kiss, holding him close.

I didn’t want this to end.

And then Xavier walked us toward the couch, pushing me down, and laying his body over mine.

He pressed down between my spread legs, letting me feel him.

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