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I take my time glaring at my image in the mirror before I return back to where Hunter is. He's staring out the bay window. I run my eyes across the top of the piano and notice immediately that the picture we were just looking at is now nowhere in sight.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

He turns slowly to look at me, a faint smile pulling at his lips. "Sorry for?"

"For asking about Coral?" I spit out.

He cringes as I say her name. "It was so long ago. It feels like a lifetime ago. I was a kid."

"It didn't end well, did it?" I want to show him that I'm mature enough to deal with a discussion about another woman. Obviously, there have been a lot of other women in his life.

He brings his palms to his face, cradling his head briefly. "You could say that."

"I'm sorry." I offer again.

"Enough with the sorry this and sorry that, sunshine," he says it so effortlessly. "Let's talk about you."

"Me?" I giggle as he reaches to pull me closer, his hands circling my waist.

"Who was your first love?" He kisses the tip of my nose as the question leaves his lips.

I want to ask why he picked that particular question. Coral must have been his first love or he wouldn't be thinking about it. He has to be over her by now. He couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen-years-old in that picture.

"That was Johnny McDunkin or McDougall. Something with a Mc." I laugh.

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face. "He was that forgettable?"

"We had a clandestine affair in a supply closet in middle school." I quip.

"You had a what?" He pulls me closer to him now. I can feel the outline of his body pressed against mine.

"We kissed and he touched my breast and then a teacher caught us." I snuggle my cheek into his chest. "It was all very scandalous."

"Sadie Lockwood," he whispers as he pulls my chin up so our eyes meet. "The woman with the sordid past."

I part my lips, pulling my tongue along the bottom. I close my eyes as I wait for his kiss.

Chapter 13

I moan into his mouth at the intensity of the kiss. His hand is on my back, guiding me. His other hand is caught in my hair, pulling it softly. I push my mouth roughly into his. This is what I came here for. This is what I've longed for since he walked into my parent's house at the benefit dinner. I've wanted to feel him, taste him and know what it's like to be desired by him.

I feel myself being lowered onto something soft. It's a couch. I wrap my arms around his neck, edging my teeth along his lips. He groans in response and I pull on his hair, pushing him further into my mouth. I want to taste all of him. I want him to feel how much I want this.

He brushes his tongue along my lips. First the top, then the bottom. I moan from the sensation. He plunges his tongue deeper, coaxing mine. I can feel his want. I'm so aroused already.

I almost scream

when his hand touches my thigh. I can't stop this. I won't. I want to feel him. I pull on the hem of his shirt. He acquiesces and breaks our kiss to pull it over his head. I breathe in the sight of his chest. The muscles so defined, the strength so apparent.

"You're beautiful. So beautiful," he whispers before his lips bear down on mine again. He nips at them, pulling them gently between his teeth. "I'm so hard. Sadie, so hard."

I reach for his belt, but the sensation of his hand traveling steadily up my thigh freezes me in place. He's going to know how badly I want this when he touches my panties. When he feels how sopping wet from desire they already are he'll know that I crave him.

"Christ," he growls into my mouth as he runs his index finger along the silk fabric. "You're so wet."

I nod slowly then gasp when he pulls them down in one swift motion. He pushes them from my body and I feel instantly exposed.

"Fuck." He purrs into me as his finger runs the length of my smooth cleft. "So wet, so perfect."


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