Page 84 of Hot Shot
“More,” I moan, tugging at his shoulder.
His response is to pull all the way out before slamming back into me. He does it a couple more times, and as if sensing what I need, reaches down and rubs my clit with his finger.
“Hunter,” I yell, my orgasm slamming into me.
He pistons into me a few more times before yelling out his own release. Panting, he collapses on top of me.
I love the way it feels to be surrounded by him. I should feel like I’m being suffocated, he’s so much larger than I am, but I don’t.
He shifts and rolls over, pulling me with him so I’m lying on his chest and I relax into him enjoying the way this feels.
Like I’m safe.
Loved.
Treasured.
Like this is where I belong.
Like things are finally working out how they’re meant to. That it’s time to take the chance. Leap.
“What are you thinking?” Hunter whispers, startling me.
I take a deep breath before saying, “I’m thinking about everything that happened last year, and how it feels like with the new year it’s finally time to trust myself again, but I’m scared.”
“What do you mean?” Hunter asks, running his hands through my hair.
“I want to start my own business, but I’ve trusted my intuition before, and it was wrong. I got burned a couple of different ways. What happens if I start the business and it fails? If it’s been a fluke that there have been so many orders for cakes? Or if it’s because of Sugar and Crumbs?” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the sting of tears.
“Hey,” Hunter whispers. “Look at me.”
I comply. The room is bathed in moonlight so I can’t make out all his features, but I can see enough to tell that he’s got a determined expression on his face.
“I believe in you. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces. You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”
“Thank you, Hunter.” I take a deep breath. “I want to do it,” I whisper as my heart starts racing. I’m not sure what’s making me brave, but whatever it is, I can’t take the words back now.
“Okay. Let’s do it then. What do you need from me?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, sitting up.
“I’m all in, sweets. Anything you need, you tell me. Need me to get the guys to post about it? Done. Send me what you want them to post, and I’ll text them in the morning.”
“Seriously?” I stare down at the man who has captured my heart and who, I realize, I’m in love with.
“Anything for you, sweets.” He stifles a yawn.
A quick check at the clock shows that it’s after two.
“Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.”
“Whatever you want, sweets,” Hunter says, tugging me back down so I’m lying on his chest again.
“Morning,” Hunter says brightly when I step into the kitchen, wearing one of his Storm shirts and nothing else. “I like you in that.” His eyes rake over me and I blush.
“Thanks.” I accept the cup of iced coffee that he hands me.
“Sleep well?”
