You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,51
sync, both of us desperate for release, desperate for each other. Hunter kissed my neck and shoulders while he gripped one ass cheek in his hand, moving me at an angle that allowed him so deep inside me, it spurred the tremors of pleasure. I shuddered, feeling tension gather in my lower body, spreading through me. He brought me closer to the edge with every thrust, every kiss. When he brought his hand between us, touching my clit, I couldn’t take the tension anymore.
“Hunter... please.”
“I want to feel you come all around me, babe. But not yet.”
He pulled out, despite my protests, kissing down my chest again, down my belly, stopping just above my pubic bone. Then he continued the delicious torture by kissing my inner thighs, raining kisses all the way to my ankles. I wanted him so much that I was certain I was going to do something wild if he kept at it. As if knowing what I was thinking, he grinned wolfishly at me, moving further up, closer to me. But instead of entering me, he turned me on my belly. I felt the tip of his nose along my spine, then his mouth.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a low, gruff voice. I did as he said, swallowing hard against the pillow. When I felt him slide inside me, I saw stars. It felt even more intense than before. How was this possible?
I climaxed so hard, growing so tight that I felt every delicious inch of him. I moved my hips faster and faster until he came too, grunting out my name, gripping my hips possessively, driving inside me, squeezing every drop of pleasure.
I couldn’t think for what felt like hours, could barely breathe. Hunter remained on top of me, caressing the side of my breast and waist, whispering sweet nothings.
When we finally dragged ourselves to the shower, I felt wide awake. The time-zone difference was no joke.
“It’s a good thing we have two days to recover from the jetlag,” I said as we climbed back into bed.
“Or... you could skip work on Monday.”
“Never.”
“Want me to take that as a challenge?”
This banter, and even the intimacy felt different than on our honeymoon. I couldn’t say why, but I loved it.
I feigned a shudder... but couldn’t help smiling. “Oh God no. You have a habit of getting your way when you do that.”
He smiled wolfishly before pulling me under him, kissing me so hard that I knew he’d taken it as a challenge anyway.
Chapter Twenty
Josie
On Monday morning, after dressing hurriedly, I took in my appearance in the bathroom mirror. My lips were swollen from Hunter’s wild kissing, my grin was absolutely huge (he was at fault for me being in a hurry in the first place).
I had absolutely no doubt that anyone passing me would know I got loved up good this morning. Then again, I was a newlywed who’d just returned from her honeymoon. This should be expected, right? Swooning and daydreaming were acceptable... I hoped. It would even give the whole thing more credibility, and that was certainly a good thing.
On the way to work, I called my sister. I was dying to speak to Isabelle. I talked her ear off from the second she answered.
“You sound so... radiant,” she replied when I finished.
I chuckled. “How can you sound radiant?”
“No idea, but you do.”
“I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too.”
“So move to New York.”
“You always tempt me with that.”
“Well, I always hope to convince you.”
“One of these days, you just might.”
Holy shit, that was the closest she’d come to saying she’d consider moving. I’d love to dote on my sister, and generally just having her nearby would be amazing.
“I have to go now, but keep me posted on your newlywed bliss.”
“Will do.”
I started my day by meeting with my assistant and the junior who had handled my workload while I’d been gone.
“So, in a nutshell, we have five contracts waiting for you to sign, and ten others where you still need to double-check certain details we’ve pointed out on Post-its.”
“I’ll get to all of those today.”
That had gone more smoothly than I’d imagined. Hunter had been right. My entire career wasn’t going to collapse just because I’d taken two weeks off. I did need saving from my own brain.
I’d have to thank him later. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t. That would only encourage him to continue ambushing me. For some reason that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.