She rolled her hips, meeting my thrusts with her hands on the side of my neck. “Let go, Hunter.”
In three words she peeled back the edges of my soul and slipped in, slamming it closed right behind her.
I powered into her, not wanting this to end, but knowing I couldn’t hold back for much longer. She came apart beneath me with my name a strangled whisper on her lips.
My jaw locked, and the heady rush of pleasure sprinted down my spine. Light-headedness overtook me as I spilled into the latex between us.
Collapsing, careful not to crush her, I stared down at her once I had control of my body again.
Breathless with orgasm-glazed eyes, she looked up at me, making me feel like anything in the world was possible. And I knew unequivocally, there was nothing I could do to stop the invasion. She’d overrun my heart in a blink, and I was blinded by her beauty.
30
Sabrina
Had I mentioned Hunter being the worst roommate ever? Talk about an Uno reverse card he’d laid on me with that one. However terrible he was as a roommate made him a thousand times better as whatever it was we were now. Life didn’t change that night from what it had been before other than the dinners out once a week, no more loud music late at night—oh, and the sex. A new, not-to-be-underestimated perk to living under the same roof as Hunter.
I turned off the water and stuck the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. Hunter had handled all the heavy lifting with scrubbing the pots, the least I could do was clean the dishes, although there was a certain someone who hadn’t left the kitchen yet, who was making it increasingly difficult to focus on rinsing and loading.
I was no longer woken by a spiraling drum solo; instead it might be his lips on my neck, fingers trailing over my stomach, or insistent nudge of his shaft against my butt.
“Fine, I’ll let you go for Thanksgiving, but only because I’m getting you for Christmas.” The back of Hunter’s hand pressed against the small of my back, knuckles scraping my skin and fingers tickling the gap in my jeans, which never fit my waist as they should and right now I wasn’t the least bit mad about it. With his hand anchored where it was, I couldn’t move away. Not that I wanted to.
I laughed. “How magnanimous of you. Will the apartment car service take me to the airport or should I call a taxi or take the train?” Still no word from Harper Linens, so the bank account was close to cobweb levels.
He made a disgruntled noise. “I’ll take you. Of course I’ll take you.” His other hand trailed up and down my arm.
The skimming sent a flush racing through my veins.
“I’m surprised my parents had the money to spring for this ticket, so I think our Christmas together will be a guarantee.” I tilted my head and rested it on his shoulder, not wanting his teasing to stop just yet.
His lips brushed against the back of my neck. “I can’t wait.”
Knowing there wouldn’t be a good time to do this, I went for it while Hunter seemed to be distracted.
His hands drifted from my back and wrapped around me, fingers dipping below the waistband of my jeans.
“What will you be doing for Thanksgiving?”
“Most likely going to Jameson’s. Although we might all go over to Leo’s instead. August gets back the day of since the wedding he’s working on in Madrid is on Thanksgiving Eve, so he won’t want to cook. And Everest will probably spend the whole day in his car in the parking garage of his building, determined not to give in to his family’s demands to see him. He’ll show up just in time for the turkey and won’t have to cook anything.”
“What if you hosted it?” I raised my arm and raked my fingers along his scalp. “You could cook.”
His chest rumbled against my back, and his laughter tickled my ear. “I can order like a pro, but I don’t think anyone would want me cooking for them on Thanksgiving. We might as well have it in a hospital waiting room while we prepare for the food poisoning.” His fingers dipped lower, palm pressing against me now under my belly button.
The flutter in my stomach was almost to the point of distraction when he kissed right below my ear.
Refocusing, I turned in the circle of his arms, and he groaned like I was ending all the fun. I ran my palms over his chest. The solid, ridged, and rippled one I’d rested my head against for almost a few weeks now.
“But if you had it here, maybe you could invite Ryder.” I lifted my gaze, hoping he’d have come around some over the past few months. Maybe he’d agree to eating with Ryder; it would help them both. Anytime I got a text from Ryder after checking in on him, he always seemed so alone, and I knew how that had felt growing up. Eighteen was a hard enough time, but adding in rejection from his only brother probably wasn’t helping.
His hands dropped from around me, and he stepped back. “Why would I want to do that?”
The coldness in the room wasn’t just from the loss of his touch. He was shutting down. Light and playfulness were no longer in his eyes. They were reserved like a wall had shot up between us. “He wasn’t going to have anywhere to go, and I thought…”
“You’ve been talking to him? I can’t believe you’ve been talking to him.” He whipped back around to me. “Did he put you up to this?”
“What? No. Of course not. He’s not a Machiavellian mastermind, Hunter. He’s an eighteen-year-old looking for someone to turn to.” I hated how hard he was fighting even having a conversation with Ryder. Sure, I’d wished I had siblings growing up and knew from Cat that having one didn’t mean you had a new best friend in the world, but what harm could talking to Ryder do?
“That’s not going to be me.”
“Why can’t it be?” I reached for him.
He backed away, slamming his head into the overhead cabinets and grimacing. “Why do you think I’m in any shape to be that for him? The only reason I’m not waking up with nightmares is because I am sleeping beside you. Should we invite him into my bed too?”
Irritation rippled through me. “Hunter, I’m being serious.”
“Me too. I don’t owe him anything. And he’s got no right to ask for it from me.”
This would probably backfire on me. It would probably burn down whatever easygoingness we’d had over the past month, but I had to try. The guilt had been gnawing at me that I’d waited this long to try. “Then how about me? Can I ask you to do this? Even if you don’t have dinner, maybe just meet with him. Give him some food. It would mean a lot to him.” I peered up. “It would mean a lot to me.”
His gaze bored into mine.
“It’s the holidays. Everyone should have someone during the holidays, and I don’t think he has anyone.”
His jaw clenched, the muscles pulling and bunching. “Welcome to the club.”
A rush of anger joined with aggravation. The victim card had to be nothing more than a singed corner of paper at this point. “You have plenty of people in your life. You have Barbara, you have Leo, Everest, Jameson, August, you’ve got hundreds of people all over this city, probably the continent who’d open their doors to you in a heartbeat if you had no place to go.