Hunter （4 weeks later）
“I can’t believe this is really ours,” Angel squealed excitedly, twirling in a circle to look at the home we just bought.
It’s a three-story house outside the city, dark wood and sloping gray roof, with a wraparound porch.
The porch is a little crooked and the driveway is bumpy, but it’s set right up against rolling green hills, and there’s even a barn.
Empty, right now, but lots of space to expand.
There’s even a chicken coop with dozens of hens.
But it’s got to be so different than what she’s used to. She used to living in the fanciest neighborhood in town, with everything the newest and best. A housekeeping service that came in every day, not a big mud puddle right outside her front door.
“Do you really like it?” I can’t help asking, my voice tight and anxious with worry. “If you don’t, we can back out. I swear. We can go anywhere you want.”
“I love it!” she cries, and her eyes are bright as she grabs my hand, pulling me over to the barn. “We could have goats here! And a beautiful little jersey cow for milk! Horses even! It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”
“But your old house—“I can’t help saying.
“Henry chose my old house,” she said firmly. “It was very beautiful, but he chose it for his status. And the worst thing about that place? Your damn brother lived there. This is much better.”
“Want to christen this place, then?” I asked.
Angel tossed her hair, flinging the long silky strands into my face.
“What did you have in mind?”
She smelled amazing as usual, that seductive rosemary and mint scent, and I wanted to dig my fingers into her hips and waist and drag her underneath me.
But I know it’s going to be even more satisfying if I chase her first.
“You’ve got sneakers on. Wonder how fast they make you.”
Angel’s full lips curved up.
“As if you could catch me,” she snorted.
“What’s your safe word?” I growled in her ear, feeling my cock twitch at the prospect of a chase.
“Fire,” she whispered, and I kissed her throat, one hand stroking down her back.
“Good girl.”
“Don’t be too pissed,” she added, then she shot off like a little rubber band.
“Now why would I be pissed?” I called out. “At the sight of this cute little ass in jeans shorts?”
She didn’t turn around, and I gave her a head start, crossing my arms over my chest to watch her.
I could still barely believe she was mine.
My dream woman. All mine to kiss in the morning. And at lunch. And when I came home from work. And why would she even think I’d be pissed. . .
Suddenly my blood froze to see Angel step on a big flower planter, make a little jump and then pull herself up on the roof!
“Hell no!” I yelled at her, instantly sprinting toward the house. “Get the fuck down from there!”
But she only looked back at me, her face full of mischief, her blue eyes dancing wickedly at me.
“Make me,” she called, and then she gripped the tiles and crawled higher.
Now, logically, there was no reason to be this panicked. The roof wasn’t sloped. Was perfectly even and balanced.
But I guess when it came to her I was a little unhinged about her safety.
OK, more than a little unhinged.
When I saw her little saucy ass attempting to climb up to the chimney, I made a jump, hauling myself up on the roof behind her as the tiles crackled under my fingers.
“Angel, if you don’t stop right now, I swear I’ll—” I grunted as I swung my legs up.
“You swear you’ll what?” she sassed me, and as I made a grab for her, she opened the window and jumped inside.
The harsh tiles scraped my face as I stumbled toward her, dragging myself into the room as she danced lightly away down the hallway.
She could move with the grace of a ballerina, while I was hitting every wall and newly delivered box on the way to get to her.
“Big and slow,” she taunted with her tongue out at me, and I felt heat pound through my veins, flood my body with lust. And I put on a burst of speed and grabbed her around the waist, just as she put her hands on the hallway window, like she was going to shimmy out onto the roof again.
“Shimmy your ass back here,” I growled, as she drummed on my shins with her feet.
“Let me go!” Angel yowled. But she didn’t say the safe word, so I dragged her down the hallway and kicked the door of the bathroom open.
“What are you doing, you savage bastard?” she cried. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare!”
“I need to cool you down, naughty brat,” I said, then I turned on the shower and pulled us both in there, already peeling off her shirt, groaning to see her overflowing breasts, the pink little nipples, and I tweaked them both before yanking on my zipper and kicking off my pants and shoes, ripping my shirt off and caging her into the corner with my arms.
“Hunter!” she squeaked, but I could feel the heartbeat throbbing in her throat, see her nipples peaking under my gaze.
The water poured over her face and back, plastering her hair in golden strands all over her lush body, dripping off her nipples, pooling in her soft belly, and I felt the unshakable love and desire bursting out of me.
“You are not allowed to put yourself in danger,” I bit out, pulling up one of her thighs, stretching her against the tile so she was forced to tip her hips up to me.
“Why?” she gasped as the head of my cock nudged at her exquisite channel, sopping wet and dripping for me.
“I can’t live without you,” I groaned as I slid in, as slowly as I could, to enjoy every single exquisite silky inch of her.
Her answering moan was unbelievably arousing and I snapped my hips forward, grinding her against the shower wall as the pleasure of her soft body on mine made me feel feral and primitive.
Then I was kissing her, desperately, forcing myself to lighten my touch so I didn’t leave marks from how tightly I gripped her, how much I desired and wanted her. How deeply I loved her.
“Hunter,” she breathed in my ear, making my brain buzz with lust.
“I love catching you,” I said, reaching down where our bodies were joined to rub her slippery clit. “Nothing has ever been hotter than that look you always give me as you run away. Like you’re going to work like hell not to be caught. But you can’t wait until I do.”
Angel sunk her hands into my hair, and I felt the unbelievable pleasure of her drawing me closer, wanting to kiss me harder too, her full lips looking swollen and pink.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” she said. “Let’s take that test. I have a feeling and I want to see if I’m right.”
“All right, baby girl,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you back,” she said, and I captured Angel’s lips with mine until she was coming undone in beautiful bliss and I could pump her full of every drop of my obsession.