Ma relation avec Hunter Delucia a démarré dans le mauvais sens. Nous nous sommes rencontrés à un mariage—lui du côté des témoins du mariée, moi du côté des demoiselles d'honneur. On a échangé de brefs regards toute la soirée, on ne pouvait nier l'attirance mutuelle et intense. J'ai attrapé le bouquer, il a pris la jarretière. Hunter m'a serré dans ses bras pendant que nous dansions et a suggéré que nous découvrions cette alchimie étincelante entre nous. Ses propos salaces et directs auraient dû me repousser. Mais pour des raisons folles, ça a eu l'effet inverse. Nous avons fini dans ma chambre d'hôtel. Le lendemain matin, je partais pour New York le laissant en Californie avec un mauvais numéro. Je pensais souvent à lui, mais après ma dernière relation, j'ai rayé de ma vie les hommes séduisants, arrogants et qui appellent au vice. Un an plus tard, Hunter et moi même nous retrouvons pour la naissance du bébé de nos amis. Notre attirance n'a pas faibli. Après un voyage virevoltant, il a exigé que je lui donne mon vrai numéro cette fois ci. Donc je lui ai laissé celui de ma mère—elle est capable d'effrayer n'importe quel homme avec ses discussions sur les bébés et le mariage—et j'ai repris l'avion.J'ai trouvé ça marrant, jusquà ce qu'une semaine plus tard il sonne chez ma mère pour le repas de famille du dimanche soir. Cet homme fou et sublime avait conquis ma mère et a accepté un contrat de 8 semaines dans ma ville. Il m'a proposé de baiser de sorte à ne plus penser l'un à l'autre. Huit semaines de sexe débridé sans aucun attachement? Qu'ai je à perdre? Rien . C'est que du sexe pas de l'amour. Mais vous savez ce qu'ils disent sur les plans les plus préparés…
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“You’re not going anywhere before you do two things.”
“Two things?”
“Leave your number and kiss me goodbye.”
“I…I…you haven’t brushed your teeth.”
Hunter chuckled. It felt like he could see through all of my bullshit. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and held it out to me before getting up. “Toothpaste in the bathroom still?”
“The little one the hotel sets out.”
“I’ll brush. You type.”
While he was in the bathroom, I mulled over not typing anything into his phone. There was no way I was keeping in touch with a man living three-thousand miles away. A guy like him was the last thing I needed. But then I thought better of just
telling him I’d put my number in. He seemed to have figured me out pretty quick. So instead, I typed my name and number, only I changed the last two digits.
And it was a good thing I did, because when Hunter returned from his bathroom trip, the first thing he did was check that I’d entered something. Luckily, he didn’t attempt to call me. Satisfied, he tossed his phone on the bed and nodded.
“Thank you. Now kiss me.”
I could see he wasn’t going to let me leave without this. So, sacrificing to make my plane, I pushed up on my toes and delivered a quick peck to his lips.
Mmm.... Nice and soft.
(And minty fresh.)
“Well…it was nice to meet you.” I turned to dart out the door, but Hunter grabbed my wrist yet again.
“I said kiss me.”
“I did!”
“Kiss me the way you kissed me last night.”
Before I could even attempt to let that sink in, Hunter yanked me against him. One of his large hands cupped the back of my neck, and he squeezed firmly to direct my head where he wanted it. Then, his lips crashed down on mine.
The shock of feeling his mouth against mine quickly dissipated as he licked my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue dipped inside, and he groaned as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. The vibration of the sound traveled between us and sent a hum through my body. Soft and gentle went out the window after that. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and I lifted my body up onto his, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he backed us to the wall, a sense of familiarity overcame me. I couldn’t remember the specifics of our previous kiss, but I now knew deep inside what it had felt like.
My cell dropped from my hand so my fingers could tangle in his hair. Yanking on the soft strands, I couldn’t get enough. A moan from deep inside my chest moved through our connected mouths. Hunter pushed harder, his thick erection pressing into the center of my open legs. He rocked as he kissed me, causing a friction through two layers of clothing that was leading me to a place I didn’t think it was possible to go fully dressed.
It felt like he wanted to swallow me whole, and in that moment, I would have let him. My breasts were crushed to his chest, and a heartbeat raged out of control—only I wasn’t sure if it was my own or his.
Jesus, where does a man learn to kiss like this?
I was breathless and stunned when our kiss broke. Hunter sucked on my bottom lip, tugging it before releasing my mouth.
His voice was strained. “Change your flight. We’re not done here.”
I swallowed, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t.” My voice was barely a whisper. It was all I could muster.
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
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