She shifts toward me and nods, eyes wide but not scared. God, she’s so beautiful, inside and out.
“I’ve had a pretty easy life. I’m the first to admit that. But while my parents taught me to run a successful company, they never taught me how to be human. I wasn’t allowed to socialize with other kids whose parents were less than successful. My dad ruled the house and made everything about building wealth and power. But he wasn’t happy. I realize that now. When I was eighteen, my father was trying to finesse a business transaction with another hotel chain. To sweeten the deal, he told the owner of that other hotel chain that his son—that’s me—could marry their daughter, and she and their grandchildren would be wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. My marriage to Bianca was just like an old-fashioned arranged marriage, and we were both way too young. We were never happy except when it came to our daughter. But it wasn’t enough to keep us together. Neither of us cheated; we simply had nothing in common.
“And that’s why it scared me so much every time you asked about my marriage, my past. And why I mistakenly worked so hard to mold you into something you were not. I thought I needed to manufacture things for us to talk about. I thought I needed to make you into a corporate wife. But now I see I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
My shoulders slump, but Hunter appears suddenly taller. She arches an eyebrow at me. ‘Well. You. Should. Be. Sorry.”
“And I spent my Christmas binge watching reality TV and eating frozen food. And it wasn’t terrible. The only thing missing was you. You fill my harsh, gray world with light and fun and joy and drama and fire. And I love it. I love you.”
Hunter sucks in a breath. “Wait. You love me?”
“Yes. I thought that was obvious.”
She rests the palm of one of her hands on her chest, like she’s checking her pulse. Her eyes shining, she blinks several times very quickly. “Just so you know, nothing is ever as obvious as you think it is. When you feel feelings, you need to say them. When we have children of our own, you need to tell them every day that you love them,” she rattles off.
“Babies? You want to have babies with me?” I can’t fight the smile that’s blooming.
She wags her head at my obtuseness. “Yes, don’t you want to have babies with me?”
I breathe out a sigh. “From the moment I saw you.”
Hunter cocks her head. “See, that’s the thing you need to tell a woman.”
“Wait. Do you love me back?” I ask her.
Hunter’s mouth twists into a sassy smirk as she scoots over to me and lifts herself onto my lap. Instinctively, my hands find their way onto her ass. She feels so good nestled against my quickly hardening cock.
“I’ve loved you from the moment you caught me when I fell off the stage last summer,” she says, removing her furry wrap and tossing it aside.
Our mouths meet and it feels like all the misunderstandings have fallen away. It’s just us.
Moments later I have her dress tossed aside in a heap on the floor, where it mingles with my tuxedo. I have my woman on my bed, where she belongs. And it feels amazing. Skin on skin. It’s never felt like this with anyone else.
Claiming her sweet mouth with my hungry, deep, wet kisses, I work my fingers into her slick channel, getting her ready for me. In that moment, I realize that all this time I’ve been saying she wasn’t ready. But the truth is, I wasn’t ready. But I am now. We both are.
She moans into my mouth as I stretch her core to prepare for my entrance. The pad of my thumb works over her clit, brushing it from side to side. Hunter squirms under me, urging me on.
“I’m ready, Anthony.”
“No,” I say. “Not yet.”
“But—” she starts, but then stops when I slide down between her thighs and my mouth lands a soft kiss on her damp folds. Hunter’s sticky juices glaze my lips as I lick and taste all of her. Her pussy gushes when I slide my tongue all the way from her cunt up to her swollen, tight clit. She moans and writhes under me. I swallow her honey with fervor. Pausing, I look up from between her thighs to see her hands roaming over her naked breasts, nipples taut, her eyes on me, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip so hard I worry she may draw blood.
I softly nip my way up one soft, creamy thigh, back over to her mound. “You are glorious, sweetheart,” I breath into her sensitive, wet slit. The vibrations send my beautiful girl pressing her hips hard into my face. Her sweet stickiness coats my face while I ravage her clit with tongue kisses and my fingers stretch her passage. The way her pussy tighte
ns around my fingers and her juices continue to flow, I know my angel is finally ready.
I prop myself up on one elbow to gaze into her face while I slide in the tip, then graze her clit with the pad of my thumb. She bites her lip and her cheeks pink as she smiles up at me wickedly.
I take in the view. Her perfect, round breasts and pink nipples beg for my attention. I worship them each in turn with my mouth, resulting in a needful, throaty moan from Hunter. I push in deeper and feel her cherry.
“Keep going. Please,” she begs, her breath ragged. One more swipe of the pad of my thumb across her clit has her bucking against me and whimpering.
“Precious, I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s going to hurt for a second.”
Hunter lets out a primal little feline moan and squeezes my middle with her thighs. When she replies, her voice carries an edge of raw womanly need that I’ve never heard from her before. “Since the first time you kissed me, I’ve had to change my panties three times a day. If you insist on keeping me waiting I might have to find someone else to pop my cherry.”
Fuck. That.