“Why is there a couch in the hallway?” Kylie asked, as she toyed with a button on his shirt.
“Self-preservation,” he said distractedly as he ran a hungry gaze over her bare thighs, but other than his grip tightening around her hips, he didn’t react.
“Self-preservation?” she asked, watching as his gaze slowly moved up her body, lingering on her breasts and-
He cleared his throat as he looked away with a mumbled, “Easier on my back,” making her blink.
“Carrying a couch up a flight of stairs was easier on your back?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head as she studied him, noting the way that his expression softened when he looked at her as she thought about the way he kissed her, like he couldn’t get enough only…
He never touched her.
“It was therapeutic,” Hunter said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers.
“It sounds it,” Kylie said, smiling against his lips as she slid her hands up his stomach, noting the way that his muscles tightened beneath her touch, the way he groaned as his hands began to move towards her back only to return to her hips and stay there.
Just like they did every time he kissed her.
When she’d first started dating David, everything had been awkward, making small talk over dinner, going for a drive, the way he’d held her hand, the way he’d touched her, but it had been the way that he’d kissed her that had left her feeling cold. She’d hated the way he’d kissed her and if she hadn’t been so desperate to belong to someone, she would have realized that there was something off about him. He’d never tried to make her feel comfortable, never made sure that she knew how much he wanted her, needed her, and Hunter…
“Oh, God,” he groaned, his hold on her hips tightened when she shifted to get closer as her breath caught in her throat when the move brought her against the proof that he wanted her, which made her wonder…
Why was he holding back?
Chapter 27
Oh, fuck, Hunter thought as he dropped his head back, wondering how much longer he was going to be able to do this.
For as long as she needed him to, he reminded himself as he sat there, slowly exhaling as he tried not to think about just how good it felt to have her sitting on his lap. It didn’t matter how much he wanted her, and God, did he fucking want her, he was going to do this right. He was going to take his time, showing her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and pray that it didn’t kill him in the process, he thought with a humorless chuckle cause God, was this fucking killing him.
With any other woman, he wouldn’t have bothered, but then again, he’d never wanted anyone the way that he wanted Kylie. She was just so fucking sweet and-
“I’m clean,” the woman that was testing his control said, drawing his attention to find Kylie worrying her bottom lip.
“I see,” Hunter murmured as he leaned back and watched the woman that was driving him out of his fucking mind.
“I don’t know what was in that report, but I have a pretty good idea and I just wanted to let you that I’m clean. I’ve only been with one man and I’m sure you know by now that he was-”
“A fucking loser,” he supplied for her, allowing himself to notice all those things that he’d been trying not to think about as he ran his eyes over her short legs that felt so damn good entwined with his at night, noted the way that her vintage Coca Cola tee shirt hugged the generous curves of her breasts, and the way her ass felt pressed against his cock.
“I was gonna say gross,” Kylie said, sighing heavily.
“I said it better,” Hunter murmured, reaching up to push a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
“Fine,” Kylie said, blindly waving it off before she continued, “but that wasn’t the point.”
“What was the point?” Hunter asked, wondering if she had any idea just how fucking adorable she was.
“That I’m clean. He’d barely touched me and-” she started to explain only to cut herself off with a, “I got tested.”
Since he already knew that…
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I thought that was why…” Kylie said, shaking her head with a heavy sigh before mumbling, “Never mind,” as she moved to climb