He pulled it out and handed it to her without hesitation. Something a man wouldn’t do if he had anything about his life to hide. He didn’t even have a passcode on his phone. Hunt was an open book, while she was a tangle of secrets.
She paused with the phone in hand.
“Do you remember the number?” he asked.
She nodded, uncertain if she should really call off. After all, she couldn’t continue to cling to Hunt. She wasn’t good for him. Not only was she hiding the fact she had some mental issues stemming from her past that left her with a splotchy memory but she was hiding the things she did recall, like how much Colby scared her. That he was stalking her.
She couldn’t drag Hunt into her mess. Two more days with him wouldn’t hurt, but he could be gone longer than that on this search. If that happened, then the universe was telling her that she wasn’t supposed to grow any closer to the man.
She lifted the phone. “I’ll just…go into the bedroom to make the call.”
As she walked away, she felt his gaze locked on her. A little thrill in her belly had her tossing a look over her shoulder to find him staring at her ass.
The fast burn that had blasted through her system when they kissed returned, and she had to force herself to enter the room rather than run back to him.
She quickly shut the door to make the call to her supervisor. The phone rang three times. Just when she thought she’d be directed to voicemail, Jen picked up.
“Hi, Jen. It’s Freya.”
“Oh, Freya. The caller ID came up with a different name.”
“I know. I’m borrowing a friend’s phone. I got into some car trouble and I’m not able to get to work for the next few days.”
A beat of silence followed her statement.
“Hello?” Freya asked, thinking the call had disconnected.
“That’s funny because I passed your apartment today on the way to church and your car’s parked out front.”
Her stomach pitched. How could that be? Who had driven it there?
She had to think fast. Her supervisor already suspected she was lying.
“Yes, I had the car towed to the apartment until I could figure out what to do next. It’s an older car and I’m not sure it’s smart to sink money into fixing it.” She hated lying to people, but what choice did she have? “I’m getting a ride back to town in a couple days. I’ll be in to work then.”
When Jen didn’t respond, Freya continued, “I have plenty of sick time to use. Vacation time too.”
“We’ll call it vacation.”
Freya prickled with irritation at the tone her supervisor used. In all her time at the agency, she hadn’t called off sick once. Her vacation time was sitting there accruing because she never went anywhere. Now the woman was giving her crap about using the time off she’d earned?
Kill her with kindness. Just like all those shrinks, teachers and foster parents.
“Thanks, Jen. I’ll see you in a couple days. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.” She pushed a bright note into her voice and ended the call.
After taking a moment to gather herself, she stepped into the front room again. Hunt swung from the window to look at her.
Across the space, electricity zapped between them. Her lips fell open on a gasp at the raw desire and determination she read on his face.
Then in six strides, he reached her. Cupping her face, he ducked to slam his mouth over hers. She went on tiptoe to meet him, wrapping her arms around him, the phone she still held pressed into his back.
The kiss went from zero to a hundred with one swish of his tongue. She gulped back a cry, and he picked her up. She hooked her ankles around his middle, on edge with the need racing through her veins.
In another few steps, he pressed her up against a wall. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her, chest heaving. “I’m not leaving this cabin without having you at least one time.”
He might not be back before she had to go. She might leave before then.
“We don’t know what will come later, but I want you now, Hunt.” She yanked his head down and kissed him again.
His rumble of desire vibrated through her entire body, and hers answered with a shiver.
Lowering her to the floor, he caught her shirt hem and shoved it up to expose her breasts. She wore a bra, but he divested her of it with a pinch of the clasp on her spine. As soon as the cloth slipped free, he cradled them in his big hands, kneading, flicking her hardened nipples with his thumbs as he curled her toes with another kiss.
She ripped at his waistband, aching and slippery wet for his cock. When she skimmed her palm over his erection through his boxers, he uttered a curse.
His hands shook as he whipped down her dress pants and slid his fingers into her panties. When he found her wet, he slammed his mouth across hers again in a seeking, never-ending kiss even as he went right for her clit.
When he pressed on her bundle of nerves, her insides flooded.
Tearing his mouth away, he dipped his head to suck on her throat, then pulled free again to capture one nipple in his scorching mouth.
She cried out, trembling and on the verge of coming after only seconds of foreplay. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut on the unexpected bliss assaulting her.
Gliding a hand down his muscled chest, she delved her hand into his underwear and curled her fingers around his thick shaft.
“Fuck!” He reared back, covered her hand with his own and yanked his cock free.
“Tell me to stop now.” He gave his shaft one pump while digging in his back pocket and coming out with his wallet.
She knew just what he was going for and helped him locate the condom and unwrap it. “I don’t have much experience putting one of these on,” she admitted in a whisper.
“I’ve got it.” He centered the condom at the tip of his purple, throbbing head and in a couple jerks of his fist had it settled.
They stared at each other, chests heaving. Her pulse drummed in her ears.
“Don’t stop now, Hunt,” she panted.
His eyes burned. He grasped her under her thighs and lifted her. She levered her hips forward, pressing her wet folds into his cock. He claimed her lips again in a deep, frantic kiss and filled her in one shove.
Bolts of sensation zapped through her system. She whimpered under his mouth, and he answered with a guttural growl of his own. He didn’t even give her a second to stretch around him before he was withdrawing and thrusting into her again.
On the third thrust, her inner walls clamped down on him hard. A loud groan burst from him in response. He swung his hips and pounded into her again and again. Both of them lost their minds. She bit into his lip. He pinned her flat to the wall with his body and took everything he needed while giving her more than she hoped for.
Her insides shuddered. She was close. So close. Blissfully, ecstatically close. She’d never had sex like this before, with a wild abandon that felt like the end and the beginning at the same time.
He jerked his hips up and into her. She locked her thighs around him and lost herself to the tight throb starting deep in her pussy. The feeling spread upward like a flame to gunpowder, tracking straight to her chest and making it swell with emotion that usually didn’t accompany any sex she’d ever had.
A cry tore from her as he sank deeper. A wave of pleasure hit. Then another and another until she was coming and calling out his name.