Her fatalistic expression nearly made him laugh. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He swept her top up and off and then cupped those full, heavy curves, avoiding her dark pink nipples, but supporting the weight of her in his palms. “Beautiful.” He breathed the word against her skin.
She shivered but didn’t open her eyes. Very gently, he kissed the outer curve of one, lingering to rub his lips against the warm, silky skin. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and covered his hands with hers.
“Too rough?”
“Uh-uh.” A shake of her head underscored the murmur. “Feels good.” She pushed against his hands, initiating a cautious massage. He took the cue and repeated the action while he roamed his mouth over the upper swell. A soft sigh vibrated under his lips.
Her breath hitched when he blew on her nipple. He traced the dark outline with the tip of his tongue and her fingernails sank into his scalp.
“Oooh.”
“I need a taste now.”
“I don’t…I’m not sure—”
He dragged the flat of his tongue over the beaded crest.
“Oh, mercy.” Her whole body contracted against his.
Saliva flooded his mouth, along with a sugary residue. He licked again, just to feel her knees clamp his hips again, and then moved on to the other breast. By the time he finished there her breath came in quick, hard pants.
He kissed his way back to her mouth and let his fingers drift in a meandering line down to where the high waistband of her leggings rode just below her navel. He wanted to tug them down but feared pulling her out of the moment. Her breath hitched when he slipped his hand inside. She drew her thighs together. “You shouldn’t—”
“Madison, I’m going to touch you now, and you’re going to let me.” He said the words against her lips as he eased into her panties. She gripped his wrist but didn’t stop him. Fair enough.
Warm velvet greeted him. Between kisses he whispered, “That’s it. That’s so good. You feel like heaven.” He didn’t stray too low—he didn’t want to freak her out—but concentrated on drawing slow circles around her throbbing clit. After a few passes, her leg muscles surrendered and her thighs splayed apart for him. Her hips lifted. Perfect. He danced a finger over the sweet spot and let the rest trail a little lower.
Her eyelids drifted shut and her hand tightened on his wrist. Her breath whooshed out of her lungs. “Oh, God, Hunter—”
He swirled over the pressure point again, a little more firmly, and she practically levitated off the mattress, rocking her hips all the while. “Hunterrrrr!”
Her mouth dropped open, her body shook, and she went over.
Chapter Ten
A sharp cry echoed through the shockwaves of Madison’s orgasm. For a second she thought the noise had come from her, and that she’d cried out her gratitude at the moment of truth. The cry came again though—definitely not a grateful, I-just-had-my-first-orgasm-in-half-a-year kind of cry. It was more of an aggrieved, some-loud-woman-just-woke-me-up kind of cry. She dragged her eyes open, and started to haul her still-quivering body out of the bed.
Hunter’s hand landed on her shoulder and held her back. “Stay put. I’ll get her.” Before she had a chance to reply he was up, treating her to one last glimpse of his truly mouthwatering ass before pulling on a pair of black boxer briefs from the top of the neat stack of clean clothes she’d left on his dresser. He tossed her a grin over his shoulder. “Bet you’re sorry you did my laundry now.” With that smug comment, he strode out the door.
Cocky son-of-a-gun. But apparently cocky worked for her, because she knew without looking she wore a stupid smile. It only broadened as she listened to him talk to Joy.
“Hey there, pretty girl. What’s your fuss? You need some attention?”
Joy’s cries quieted a bit, and Madison imagined he’d picked her up.
“Oh, hell, you sure do. No problem. I’m on it.”
Uh-oh. Dirty diaper. Full of intentions to go rescue Hunter, she pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around for her top.
He kept up his monologue. “Let’s see here, we need this, and one of these, and probably a bunch of these.”
She could picture him tossing the changing mat on the daybed, followed by one of Joy’s small, folded diapers, and the container of baby wipes. She paused, and listened.
“All right. Down you go. No…don’t be rolling up like that. There, that’s more like it. Hey now, no kicking. No kicking me, at least. Any other guy tries to get near you, you bust out the Kung Fu. Deal?”
She didn’t hear the baby’s response, but Hunter said, “Awesome. And we’re gonna keep that rule in effect until you’re thirty.”