Page 93 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
“Can I see the rest?” I asked.
He nodded and scooted closer to watch.
I clicked through the photo slides, my amazement growing with every picture. “Oh my god! This one is perfect!” I couldn’t help but shout. The picture Hunter had taken from atop the gas station was incredible and deserved an extra couple of decibels. He’d captured all of Main Street with the bridge leading out of town in the background. It was everything I loved about my town, captured in one single shot.
“That one is my fourth favorite,” he said.
“Fourth?” Besides the picture of Coby, this one was my number two.
He smiled. “Keep going.”
I clicked again, then gasped. The next one was from our early morning trip to Wade Lake.
It stole my breath away.
Hunter had done the nearly impossible. He’d taken a photo that did the scenery justice. He’d captured the rich colors of early dawn. The sunshine barely cresting the mountain ridge. The glassy water reflecting the clouds above. He’d gotten it all perfectly.
“That one turned out great,” he whispered.
“No, incredible.” Great was an understatement.
I clicked through the next two pictures but froze when the last photo filled the screen. It was a picture of me and Coby in a booth at the café. Coby and I had our noses pressed together in an Eskimo kiss. We were both smiling and his small hand was on top of mine on the table. I hadn’t even remembered Hunter taking it.
“That one isn’t for the motel,” he said. “That one is just for me.” Hunter grinned at the screen. The adoration in his eyes melted my heart.
He loved us. Without a doubt, he loved us.
The way he was looking at that picture was the way my parents still looked at one another. It was the way Beau looked at Sabrina. It was how Jess looked at Gigi and their kids.
Hunter loved us.
And we loved him.
I loved him.
“I love you.” Once again I’d proven that whatever came into my head more often than not came rushing out of my mouth.
Hunter’s eyes snapped to mine and he stared at me for three torturous heartbeats. Then a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I love you too.”
By some miracle, the laptop didn’t get dropped as our bodies collided together. With his lips moving roughly against mine, I climbed into his lap as he slid his tongue inside. I love kissing this man. Everything about his mouth was delicious. He’d alternate stroking my tongue and sucking on my bottom lip. When I angled my head for deeper access, he rewarded me with a nip of his teeth.
His muscled arms banded across my back as he crushed me against his chest. I gave him all my weight, settling my rocking hips against the straining erection beneath his jeans. He thrust his hips up, sending a jolt of heat right to my core as his lips left mine to trail openmouthed kisses down my neck.
“Hunter,” I moaned as his teeth grazed my collarbone.
“God, I love that sound.” He kissed the hollow of my neck and my hips rocked harder, searching for some friction to relieve my aching clit. “Grind down hard, baby.”
I obeyed, circling my hips hard into his lap. He groaned and thrust higher, sending another pulsing current to my core.
“Bed. I need you to take me to bed.” My plea elicited a rumble from his throat.
“You want my cock, baby?” His rough voice, his dirty words, his hands kneading my ass sent a shiver through my body. “Yeah,” he said against my neck. “You want my cock.”
Hunter stood fast, his strong arms setting me on unsteady feet so he could drag me to the bedroom. The second the door clicked shut, I started whipping off my clothes. When my shaking fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I huffed in frustration, trying to clear the fog from Hunter’s kiss so I could get naked. But this damn button!
Before I could yank the metal disk free from the buttonhole, I was flying through the air. My back bounced onto the bed from Hunter’s toss. My weight was still unsettled when his hands came to my pants and he yanked the traitorous button free. Then with a hard tug at my ankles, he jerked my pants off my legs, releasing me from the denim. While he quickly dispensed of his own clothes, I wiggled out of my lace thong.
“Fuck, Maisy. Look how wet you are.” Hunter’s weight hit the bed as he knelt between my legs. His fingers trailed up my calves to my knees, the tips just barely ghosting my skin. When he reached my knees, he gripped hard, digging into my flesh as he shoved my knees apart.
