Page 61 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
He nodded, and when his fingers slipped out of me, I squeaked. A grin spread over Hunter’s face before he took a step back. Reaching behind his neck, he yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
At the sight of his bare chest, my mouth fell open.
Clothes did not do his body justice. Not even close. His broad shoulders were wrapped in sinewy muscle. His abs and narrow hipbones formed that perfect V. His washboard stomach was so defined I could run my paint roller over the top and miss all the grooves that separated the squares.
“Your feet are soaked,” he said.
“What?” I blinked, breaking eye contact with Hunter’s chest to look down. White paint was pooling between my toes from the roller I’d dropped on them earlier.
Before I could bend down to wipe them off, Hunter dropped to his knees. Using his own gray T-shirt, he carefully cleaned my feet. When they were no longer coated, just lightly smeared with white, he looked up.
I was a goner.
Those eyes. That soft and loving look behind his dark lashes. I was totally flipping gone for this man.
My palms took his face. My fingertips combed through his short beard. My hands traveled up his cheeks into his hair. With one tender pull, I took out the elastic tie and smiled as his wavy locks fell to just past his shoulders. Threading my fingers close to his scalp, I combed his soft tresses, tugging hard enough for his eyes to flare.
I only got that one pass through his hair before Hunter stood, planting his shoulder in my belly and picking me up in a fireman’s hold.
“Hunter!” I giggled as he carried me across the hall to my bedroom. With one toss, I was on my back in the center of my strewn sheets. I pushed up on my elbows as Hunter stripped off his jeans, then the white boxer briefs beneath.
Entering the bed on his knees, he planted a hand on my sternum and pushed me back. His hands came right to my shorts, roughly dragging them down my legs and tossing them to the floor. Tracing the skin on my calves, he trailed his gentle hands up to my inner thighs.
He was torturing me. Rubbing up and down, back and forth on the inside of my legs but never getting close to my throbbing core. By the fifth pass, I started writhing on the bed.
“Hunter. More.”
His hands froze, his eyes locked on mine as he roughly grabbed my knees and thrust them apart. I nearly came undone. He spread me wide, making room for his hips, and slowly came down on top.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I nodded as my breath came in labored gulps.
“Watch us together.” His hips pressed into mine and he ground his erection right into my clit, making my hips buck.
“Condom?” he asked.
My heart sank as the air rushed from my lungs. I didn’t have condoms.
Wait. Yes, I did!
I’d found an unopened box of condoms in a guest room last year and I’d stashed them in my nightstand. I’d kept them, wishfully thinking that one of my blind dates would pan out and I’d need them.
Thank god. If that guest ever came back, he’d get his room at a discount.
“There’s a box in my drawer,” I breathed, grinning at Hunter’s handsome face.
He grinned back before leaning over and rifling through the nightstand, ripping open the box. Using his teeth, he tore open the foil packet and rolled on the condom before coming back down on top of me.
Hunter’s grin got bigger as he reached between us. With his thick cock fisted in his hand, he worked it up and down my slit. A shudder rolled down my spine with every stroke. My eyelids were heavy but I fought to keep them open so I could watch us together, like he’d instructed.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to say my name when you come.” Hunter’s dirty words made my pussy clench again. “Ready?”
I nodded and tensed, waiting for him to push inside. I never enjoyed this part—a man’s first thrust. It would always get better but not until the painful stretch at the beginning had burned away.
Our eyes were locked and his hand was still working his cock between us, but he wasn’t coming inside. What was taking him so long? I lifted my hips, hoping it would move him along, but he pulled back his hips from mine.
“Take a breath, Maisy.”
