When I'm With You (Little Hollow Series, #2)(83)

The bathroom door creaks open, disturbing my thoughts, and Hunter pads across the apartment into my room. My eyes rake down his built tattooed chest, following the light scattering of hair all the way down to the towel wrapped around his waist that leaves nothing to the imagination. He sees me watching him but doesn’t make a move, just stands there and lets me appreciate him.

I can almost feel how his body would move against mine, perfectly in sync. How he would appreciate every single inch of my body until he had me undressed and then do it all over again like he had all the time in the world.

My eyes meet his and the lust behind his look heats the fire pooling between my thighs. He stalks toward me on the bed and I gulp in anticipation. I know just by that look that he’s done trying to be a gentleman for me. He wants me, there’s no doubt about it.

He bends over and his wet hair flops down into his eyes, giving them a mask of sorts and it makes him look even more sexier than before. They rake over my pajama shorts and tank top before he strokes a finger from my ankle up my leg in a slow, calculating way, sending a shiver through me. His touch leaves a hot burning trail and as he reaches the top of my thighs, he places a small kiss there and moves onto the other leg.

My breathing turns erratic under his light touch, if we hadn’t been in this position before I’d think he was trying not to hurt me, but I know him. He knows exactly what he does to me even from the slightest touch. He places a kiss at the top of my thigh again and looks into my eyes as he does, never taking his eyes away as he trails kisses all the way down each leg and back up again, ending with his face directly above the heat that’s now turned into an inferno.

His hands brush up my stomach, lifting my tank top so he can carry on his kissing and stroking up toward my breasts. He shifts slightly and lifts my tank top off, breath hissing out as he sees I’m not wearing a bra and he groans, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple which elicits a moan of my own.

He trails kisses over each one and pulls a bud into his mouth, testing and admiring each one before heading further north to my collarbone and neck. He reaches my ear and pulls my lobe between his teeth gently, then I feel his tongue piercing flick against it making me squeeze my thighs together.

His mouth moves across my jaw and I’m shaking with anticipation as he finally reaches my mouth and flicks his tongue against my lips for entrance. His hand cups my cheek and even though I know what we’re about to do, it doesn’t feel like any of the other times. They were fuelled by the adrenaline that someone might catch us. This time, it feels like we have all the time in the world and he’s not going to waste it.

His tongue caresses mine gently and my hand instinctively wraps around the back of his neck to grasp at the hair there.

He growls as I pull gently. “Careful, Steely. This ain’t gonna be that kind of night, maybe after, but first I want to show you that you’re safe with me.”

His head dips and starts to move south, stopping to give my breasts some attention on the way down. He hooks his fingers at the sides of my pajama shorts and I have a sudden panic moment and clamp my legs tight. He places a kiss on my stomach above my shorts.

“It’s ok, beautiful. It’s me, trust me.”

And I do.

I unclamp my legs and he gently works the shorts off me and tosses them onto my bedroom floor. I’m not wearing any panties so I’m bared to him and he growls in appreciation, not letting up for a second as he makes his way to my heat.

A shudder of pleasure rolls through me and I grip the pillow next to my head as he brings me to release using just his tongue and fingers. My legs are shaking as he trails kisses back up to my mouth. “I’m going to show you how much I love you now.”

“Please, Hunter,” I moan.

His mouth captures mine and he rips his towel off, placing himself over the top of me. “Say you’re mine.”

I hesitate for a second but knowing he doesn’t mean it in a controlling way, I look into his warm brown eyes. “I’m yours, always.”





We all clink the fancy champagne flutes together that Sam bought, Connor by her side and Hunter by mine. Lewis and Faith are here too and again, he can’t keep his eyes off of her but she doesn’t realize as she clinks her flute against Katy’s and Adi’s juice filled glasses.

She’s been coming around to help decorate every now and again for the past month and has become a firm part of the gang. She’s still really reserved with everyone but me, but that suits everyone just fine.

Everyone but Lewis that is, I don’t know what his problem is but he turns into a bumbling idiot when she’s around. He’s a good entertainer for her two girls though which was handy for us when we needed to decorate, they’re always with her apart from when Adi is in school. Katy starts kindergarten next month so she will have more time on her hands when that rolls around and I’m thinking about offering her a job.

The salon is finally ready to re-open and it’s back with a bang. I look around the room, it’s beautiful, to toot our own horns. It’s exactly how we imagined it to be. Dark wood floors, cream modern chairs, hollywood mirrors and copper lights hanging above us.

Over the past month, I’ve started to drop the barrier I’ve surrounded myself with. I’ve also found myself caring less and less about the whispers that follow when me and Hunter are walking down main street.