“I have no idea how many women I’ve been with,” Hunter said, stopping her from leaving.
“Oh,” she said softly, as he watched her small shoulders sag.
“I’m not a saint and I’m not going to pretend that I am, but I’ve never lied to a woman to get what I wanted. I’ve never seen the point. That being said, I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, I always use a condom, I’m clean, and I want you, Kylie.”
“You do?” she asked with a shy smile that broke him.
“You have no fucking idea how much I want you,” he ground out, deciding that he’d waited long enough.
*-*-*-*
“Are you okay?” came the softly spoken words that had Kylie absently reaching out and toying with one of the buttons on his shirt, because now that she was here, she wasn’t sure that she could actually do this. She thought…she thought…God, she didn’t even know what she was thinking right now.
“Kylie?” Hunter said, as she felt his lips press against her forehead.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she admitted, feeling her breath catch as she felt his arms come around her.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, as he pressed another kiss against her forehead.
“I don’t know,” Kylie said, wishing that she had some idea of what she was supposed to do right now, but the only man that she’d been with had been David and they hadn’t done very much. It had always been awkward, quick, and left her feeling disappointed, and she didn’t want it to be that way with Hunter.
“Then how about this?” Hunter suggested in a seductive whisper as he pulled her closer. “We take this slowly and anytime you want to stop, we stop.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?” she asked, because no matter how nervous she was about taking this next step, she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want to do this.
“Then we don’t stop,” he said, as he reached for her shirt.
*-*-*-*
“Hunter?” Kylie said on a shaky breath as he pushed her hair aside so that he could press a kiss against the side of her neck.
“Yes?” Hunter asked, as he slowly ran his hands down her back, unable to believe just how soft her skin was.
“Y-you don’t have to do that,” she said quietly as he felt a tremble rock her body as he pressed a kiss against the long thin scar that cut across the top of her right shoulder as her grip tightened around his shirt.
“What am I doing?” he asked, as he traced his fingertips down the slope of her back until they found the soft white cotton panties that turned him on more than any piece of lace or silk ever had.
“Making it really hard to focus,” Kylie said, her breath catching as she touched her forehead against his as her hands fisted in his shirt.
Smiling, he slid his hands down and-
“Oh, God,” she gasped on a moan as he slid his hands beneath her panties and cupped her bottom, using his hold to move her against him.
“Do you like that?” Hunter asked, feeling his cock strain against his pants.
“Yes,” she said, licking her lips hungrily with a moan that had his grip tightening on her bottom, his gaze locked with hers as he turned his head so that he could kiss her.
He’d never thought that he’d lose his fucking mind over a kiss before, but after one kiss from Kylie…
He was hooked.
Every day he’d been forced to remind himself to take it slow, afraid that he’d screw this up. She’d said that she had no idea what she was doing, but he had a feeling that she was better at this than him. He didn’t do relationships, had never been interested in anything more than just sex, never even been tempted for all that bullshit, because he didn’t need anyone.
Never had, but God, did he need her.
“Hunter,” she whimpered his name against his lips as she released her hold on his shirt so that she could wrap her arms around him.
He kept moving her against him until he felt her take over, grinding down against him with a slow, tentative roll of her hips. Moaning in approval, he shifted his legs apart to give her better access as he pulled his hands free so that he could do the one thing that he’d been fantasizing about for months.
Touching her.
He’d lost track of how many nights he’d fallen asleep thinking about