Page 56 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

I whimper in response, locking my ankles around his hips.

Hunter curses as I trap him deep inside me. Suddenly, he pushes himself back onto his knees, taking me with him so my lower back is off the bed. “God, you look amazing.”

With every thrust, my breasts bounce and my heart flutters in a way I’ve never felt. I didn’t know the feelings were full body, but here I am.

“Tell me how you feel,” he says breathlessly.

“Good,” I say, grabbing onto the pillows as if they’ll help me maintain composure.

“Look me in the eye and tell me how you feel.”

I turn to look at Hunter, immediately captivated by his hot, fiery stare. Just as I wrap my mouth around the words, “So good,” he slides his thumb against my clitoris. I gasp, pressing a pillow up to my mouth and moaning.

Hunter’s eyes are locked in mine. His thumb circles my clit. “I’m going to make you come, Amy.”

I moan again.

His hips move faster. The heat. It’s back. This time, I know that I’m supposed to let myself get overwhelmed by it. Tears of pleasure prick my eyes.

“Say my name.” His chest rumbles against mine.

“Hunter…” I say, digging my fingernails into his back. “Hunter, please. Please.”

Each of his thrusts comes with ragged breath.

I gasp for air, nearly suffocating myself, holding my body tighter and tighter until at once all the tension releases. I scream despite myself, burying my face in his neck to muffle the sound. I tremble in his arms as quivering pleasure rolls through my body. Again, again. My entire body goes limp like a snapped rubber band.

Then, Hunter sputters in my ear, gripping the pillows. He shoves himself deep inside me once more and curses. I feel him coming, his member tensing inside me. With a heavy sigh, he collapses on top of me, curling me into his arms. He peppers kisses to the side of my face and my neck. “How did you feel?” he asks, dry-mouthed and yet still determined to sound like he’s in control.

The tears in my eyes start to fall. “So good.”

He doesn’t question them, just wipes them away.

I know there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with him.

* * *

“You’ll stay for breakfast, won’t you?” Hunter asks the moment our eyes meet the next morning.

How the hell am I going to refuse that?

And I’m glad that I don’t. There’s a quality to waking up next to someone. The intimacy…feels different. Both lazier and more purposeful at once. We chose to sleep beside one another, entangled in limbs, vulnerable and naked.

Now, we just get to appreciate each other’s presence without any sort of posturing.

Well, except when it comes to Jessica.

We both get dressed and head down into the kitchen. “Waffles or French toast?” he asks me. And I just gape at him. He’s a perfect man.

“French toast it is,” he says with a wink.

I watch as he grabs a loaf of bread out of the pantry and then the eggs from the fridge. He sets them down on the counter and gets to work, his back to me. I like it when he’s not looking at me. Then I get to stare at him as much as I want.

I go up behind him and wrap my arms around his chest, burying my face in his back. Deep breath…his pheromones are incredible.

Hunter touches my hand. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I reply and kiss his spine.

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