Chapter 31
Jade
H unter laughs at my attempt at making light of what seems to be a deep moment for us, but this is my go to when I get nervous. I joke. It relaxes me slightly and we collide in a kiss that is raw and passionate, as his hands roam slowly but with intent all over my body. My whole body comes alive under his palms as he cradles my skull taking control of the kiss. His other hand grips tightly almost painfully at my hip. But that slight bit of pain sends a rush of arousal through me and my body takes over. I grind, moving my hips over his growing erection, making me moan into his mouth. He reacts, pushing his hips up to meet mine. I don’t know how long we stay like this wrapped up in each other not coming up for air, but when I hear the sound of my phone I’m momentarily brought back into the room.
The look in Hunter’s normally deep blue eyes is intoxicating. Almost black where his pupils have dilated with pleasure. His heavy pants fill the room. “I should just check that.”
“Ignore it,” he growls and trails wet, open mouthed kisses along my throat. I tilt my neck allowing him more access. His fingers move painfully slowly down until he’s gently cupping my breast. My breath hitches and my back bows as my body remembers exactly what his strong hands are capable of.
My phone goes off again. “Ignore it,” he mumbles against my heated skin.
I press my palm to his chest, my breaths ragged as I explain. “It’s my housemates checking in.”
“They can fuck off right now, Tink,” he demands as he slides his hands underneath my t-shirt and up to cup my breasts. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples which are straining against the lace of my bra, the friction sends a jolt of pleasure between my thighs and I let out a choked gasp as my clit hits his cock at just the right angle.
“I told myself I wouldn’t rush this with you, but it seems, I have no self-control.” I rasp.
“I’ve no control either. I’m done holding back.” He rids me of my t-shirt and his hands roughly squeeze my breasts. “I want you.” He wastes no time in covering my breast with his mouth, sucking and teasing each one until I’m panting above him. “Need you,” he mumbles against my aching breast as his hand snakes around to release the clasp of my bra. As he drags the material away he lets out a strangled groan and nuzzles into my chest. “To make you mine. Properly mine.” I melt into him as the ache between my thighs becomes unbearable. The friction of his cock against my jean-covered clit has my pussy throbbing. My hands roam over his shoulders and down his chest until I reach the hem of his t-shirt. Gliding them underneath touching his smooth, defined abs, I revel in the way they tighten at my touch. He sits up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. I’m sure I’m drooling, but I couldn’t care less. Hunter Stone’s body is perfection. I stand, and strip out of my jeans and boots until I’m standing in in nothing but my sexy lace black thong. The look he’s giving me makes every part of me come alive. He looks like he wants to devour me, treasure me, own me. He stands and picks me up, making me squeal with excitement.
He carries us to his bedroom when my phone sounds again. Resting my forehead on his shoulder I let out a little laugh.
“How about I let them know I'll be later than expected?”
“Fuck that.” He pins me to the wall, kissing that spot behind my ear that sends shivers through me. “You message them telling them you’re safe, but you won’t be coming home tonight. Tonight, I told you, you’re mine.”