Page 52 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“Well, I’ll take it and then –” Hunter begins to hold his hand out for the plate.

I can’t take it anymore. I drop the plate to the ground and close the space between us, bounding into Hunter’s arms and kissing him with all my might.

Hunter gasps, but Immediately wraps his arms around me.

As I kiss him, let my tongue roll into his mouth, I pull my legs up around his waist. His hands slide down to my waist, teetering toward my backside nervously.

Let me be clearer.

I tear my lips from his and murmur, “I want you.”

“Oh god,” he replies.

I toy with the locks of his hair at the base of his skull and graze the tip of my nose against his cheek. “I want you to be my first.”

Hunter’s hands tentatively sneak around my ass cheeks. He squeezes them. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm.”

“We don’t need to rush, Amy.”

“I know.”

“I’ll wait, I’ll wait as long as you –”

“Hunter.”

He stops speaking, mouth hung open, his perfect lips sheened from our kiss.

“Tonight. I want you tonight. Now.”

Hunter’s hands tighten needily around my ass; he kisses me again, a low grunt in the back of his throat reverberating into my mouth. “You’re sure?” he asks once more.

I press my forehead to his. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” For the first time in my life, I’m following what my gut tells me to do. Hunter brings it out of me. Every cell in my body knows that he’s right for me. I have no reservations.

“Then hold on, baby,” Hunter says with a cocked smile.

I don’t have time to respond before Hunter is barreling up the stairs to the second floor. I laugh into his neck, trying not to make too much noise since Jessica is just down the hall.

Before I know it, we’re in Hunter’s bedroom. I’ve never seen the inside of it. And as soon as Hunter throws me down on the bed, I know I’m not going to. At least not tonight.

Hunter undoes the tie closure on my robe and opens it wide, revealing my light cotton nightgown. It’s the closest thing I have to something “sexy” unless I came out in just underwear. And that’s not me. I’d much rather look like a Victorian heroine when I’m losing my virginity.

Hunter grabs the hem of my nightgown and starts to push it up my legs. “I want you to feel amazing tonight, Amy.”

My breath halts in my chest.

He stops right before he reveals my most sensitive parts. His warm, broad hand settles on my thigh. “You tell me at any point to stop and I’ll stop. Always…always.”

I smile. “Don’t stop yet.”

Hunter laughs and sinks to his knees before the bed. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”

“Me too.”

He smiles a genuine smile. Not suave, not charismatic. Real. Hunter pushes the nightgown the rest of the way up, exposing my groin and belly. He touches my stomach, fingers trailing down to the waistband of my underwear.

This is it.

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