You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,66
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He kissed my hand, opening the door for me. “We’re going home, and I’ll keep taking care of you.”
That sounded like a dream.
He’d ordered all my favorite food, and we arrived at the same time as the delivery guy. We relieved him of the bags, carrying everything to the kitchen.
“Bringing out the big guns?” I murmured.
I intended to put it all on plates, but someone kept distracting me. Hunter kissed the side of my neck, dragging his hands down the sides of my body. How was I supposed to go back to a life where we didn’t have all this? He bit my earlobe, pressing my ass against his crotch. Holy hell. He was semihard. He fondled one ass cheek lightly. I gasped, already anticipating his next touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Josie. So fucking sexy.”
He trailed his fingers from my ass cheeks up my back, resting them over the clasp of my bra before dropping his hand altogether.
“You’re mean,” I murmured.
“On the contrary. I am on my best behavior.”
“But I don’t want that.”
I turned, flashing him a pout to let him know I was only semi-okay with this. I mean, I wanted dinner, but I wanted Hunter more. Then I decided on another strategy.
“You’re right. Dinner is an even better idea than sexy time.”
“Babe, I’m offended.”
I peeked at him sideways.
“Offended enough to do something about it?”
He gave me a sly smile, bending to kiss my shoulder.
“You little vixen.”
“Learned from the best.”
He turned me around, kissing me so deep and hard, gripping my hips so possessively that I couldn’t help letting out that moan I’d been holding in.
When we pulled apart, we were both fighting for breath. I smiled, and we both finished putting our dinner on plates.
“By the way, you still owe me a striptease,” I informed him as we moved to the living room.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“You’re impossible.”
“But you’re still into me.”
I sighed dramatically. “I totally am. What does that say about me?”
He pulled me close, planting a smooch right on my lips.
“That you’re adorable.”
Wow. Why was he so attentive? So sweet? Could I keep him? Shit, no, I didn’t want to even allow myself to consider that. If I started to think about the day I wouldn’t have him every time he charmed me (which was often), I would end up miserable.
Since I was a documentary freak, we settled to watch one about ancient Egypt, sharing tacos and chatting about everything except my meeting with the case worker today.
I sighed. Things were changing fast, weren’t they?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “No reason. Just admiring this sexy man.”
He bit my shoulder lightly. “Liar. You have something more on your mind. But I’ll make you tell me all about it later.”
“Your persuasion skills are pretty impressive,” I admitted. When he moved on to kiss my neck, I shuddered, playfully shoving him away.
“Hey. Don’t distract me from my pharaohs.”
To my surprise, he actually did stop nibbling at my skin.
“You’re just giving up?” I asked suspiciously.
“Told you, tonight we’ll do whatever you want.”
So many things crossed my mind. Where to begin?
“You’ve got that secretive look on your face again,” he said playfully. I grinned.
“I’ll let you lure out all my secrets later tonight, mister. Every single one of them.”
I wiggled my ass, turning on one side, and almost knocked over the guacamole.
“Shoot. That was close. Did you ever think about getting a leather couch? They’re so much easier to clean.”
“We can get one if you want to. Or if there’s anything else you want to change, just go ahead.”
I frowned, placing the bowl of guacamole on the coffee table. “Hunter, you don’t have to change anything for me. You’ll just have to redecorate again after I move out.”
And I’d already gone overboard with the nook. I didn’t want to get even more attached to this house than I already was. I had withdrawals already at the mere thought of leaving this behind, and my time with Hunter.
He’d gone quiet. His gaze was lethally calm. Then he gripped both of my ankles, pulling me so close that I almost smacked into him.
“You want another couch, you buy it. You hear me? I told you I want you to feel at home here. I mean it.” He almost growled those last few words.
“O-okay,” I stammered. My heart was suddenly working in overdrive.
When he slanted his mouth over mine, he kissed me possessively, as if he wanted to mark me. And I wanted