Oh.
He shakes his head at me, but now that the jealousy has gone out of me, I snuggle close again.
“I did know a model named Vittoria,” he teases.
“I don’t want to hear about it,” I inform him.
“Hazel eyes. Plump lips.”
“I’m never going to fuck you again if you keep talking.”
Dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, he adds, “Nothing compared to yours, of course.”
“I hope you enjoyed them,” I tell him sweetly. “They’ll never be wrapped around your cock again.”
Hunter smirks, giving me a little squeeze. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“It’s not funny,” I tell him, shooting him a look. “Do you have pictures of other girls in your phone? We’re gonna fight if you do, I’m warning you now.”
Hunter grins, leaning over to give me a kiss. “I don’t,” he assures me.
I kiss him back, but then I pout at him. “You’re mean.”
He pulls me against him. “Riley, baby, it’s crazy for you to be jealous. I’ve never cared about anyone but you. Never even been tempted to. I’m single-minded when it comes to you. Other women have nothing that interests me. In my eyes, no one can hold a candle to you. It’s a waste of their time to even try.”
I’m slightly mollified, but I still shoot him a look. “That’s all fine and great, but if you ever taunt me with the plump lips of your past lovers again, I’ll go have a photo shoot of my own with Sherlock.”
“No the fuck you will not,” he says, his amusement dissipating.
I raise my eyebrows. “Watch me. In various states of undress. It’s modeling, baby,” I say sweetly. “You can’t be mad.”
“I’ll beat his fucking ass, then I’ll beat yours, too,” he says, dropping his phone and grabbing me, yanking me on top of him and grabbing handfuls of my ass.
“I am one hundred percent not fucking you right now,” I inform him.
Rolling me onto my back, he hovers over me. His eyes darken as he looks down at my bare breasts and reminds me, “You are one hundred percent doing whatever the fuck I tell you to. Remember our deal?”
“There should be an asshole clause,” I say, but I slide my arms around his neck anyway. “Whenever you’re an asshole, I get to say no.”
Hunter smirks, leaning down to kiss my breasts. “That would never work.”
“I’m building it into our next agreement,” I inform him.
“No, you’re not,” he says, letting his tongue dart out to taste my nipple.
“I should have put my clothes back on,” I realize, already growing short of breath. “You distracted me with the promise of Italy pictures and I didn’t want to take the time.”
“An honest mistake.” My arms fall to my sides as he kisses his way down my abdomen. My stomach muscles tighten in response.
“Which I never got to see,” I remind him, grabbing onto the bedding as he moves lower and kisses my hipbone.
He grabs my panties and drags them down. “Plenty of time to show you pictures later.”
“Hunter,” I murmur as he lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders.
“Riley,” he mimics, looking up at me with those dark, beautiful eyes of his.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think I’m about to devour your pussy,” he tells me, spreading me open and gazing right between my legs.
I squirm and try to squeeze my legs together, but I can’t. He doesn’t let me. As soon as I try to draw my thighs closer together, he grips them and pries them apart.
“Nope,” he says, shooting me a look of warning that gets me hot. “Play with your tits.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but since I have to do as I’m told, I also bring my palms up to squeeze my own flesh while he watches.
Approval gleams in his gorgeous brown eyes. The mere sight of it makes my tummy tighten with lust.
Damn him.
I deserved to be mad, but here he is, draining me of my righteous anger and making me want him instead. I drag a thumb over my hardened nipple, holding his gaze as I exhale sharply.
“Tell me you want me to eat your pussy, baby.”
The knot of arousal tightens inside me, making it impossible to remain still.
Before I can comply, Hunter goes on, his voice smooth and sure, thick with his own growing arousal. “Tell me how much you want my tongue inside you, lapping up every delicious inch.” As he speaks, he leans closer. He gets so close, I can feel his hot breath on my bare pussy.
“Hunter,” I whimper, my fingers digging into the sheets.
His tongue darts out and he licks my opening. I gasp, throwing my head back into the pillow.
“Say please, Riley.”
Defeated, I close my eyes. “Please, Hunter. Please eat my pussy. I need it. I need you inside me.”
“Good girl,” he purrs.
His approval sends a shiver straight through me.
Then he spreads me open with his fingers, and my whole body lights up as he pushes his tongue into me.
It’s exquisite torture, trying not to buck as he explores every silky inch. When Hunter eats me out, he’s not just there to do what he has to in order to get the job done—he wants his mouth on every crevice of me. He wants to explore me, mark me. He eats me like he loves doing it, and it’s so fucking intoxicating.
When I arch against the bed and grab desperately for his hair, his grip on my hips tightens, his mouth on my pussy grows greedier. I ride his face, crying out with abandon as tremors wrack my body.
His mouth never leaves me as I ride wave after wave of pleasure, until finally, I need him to. My grip on his hair eases. I let go and fall back against the bed, completely boneless.
Hunter could take his cock out and fuck me right now, I certainly wouldn’t complain, but instead he climbs back up the bed and pulls me into the protective shelter of his embrace.
I’m so vulnerable right after I come, and he knows it. He holds me close and pets my hair. I hold onto him tight, listening to his strong heartbeat.
“That was lovely,” I murmur, once I can trust myself to speak. “Thank you.”
Hunter tips my head back so he can bend to kiss my lips. “You never have to thank me for making you come, Catnip. It’s my favorite thing to do.”
I smile against his lips, then wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. “I love you.”
His arm tightens around my waist, keeping me pulled snugly against his body. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Sixty Three
Riley
New York is absolutely beautiful at night.
It was beautiful earlier in the day, too, but as the limo drives us down Fifth Avenue, I can’t help admiring the great architecture and the bright city lights.
I’ve never really been anywhere before. One summer when I was little, Mom took a temporary position on Nantucket so we could spend our off days on the beach, but I certainly haven’t traveled far.
Hunter places a hand on my thigh, exposed by the slit. His touch draws my attention and I look back at him.
His eyes gleam with affection. “Are you excited?”
Beaming back at him, I nod. “It’s so pretty here.”