Back Country (The Country Duet #2)(33)

I can’t help but crack up when he bitches about Dave’s hard head and stubbornness. Those two are identical in that area, although Hunter does have better people skills.

“We are home, Cowboy,” I say between kisses when his eyelids flutter open.

He stretches his arms out, doing the same with his legs, getting his bearings. It’s nearly midnight.

“Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“You needed it.” I give him one final kiss. “C’mon I have dinner ready for you.”

“I haven’t eaten all day.”

“I know. I’m smart like that.” I shake my head with attitude.

Hunter keeps his front pressed against my back as we walk up the sidewalk to the door of my apartment. It’s his turn to gift tender kisses in the crook of my neck, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the task at hand. My fingers fumble with the keys, and it takes me three tries to get the door open.

The scent of homemade chicken noodle soup hits us hard when we step in. I went out and bought my very own Instapot after learning the magic it bestows. Baker loves helping cook, and thinks she’s real hot shit when she can just throw stuff into the pot and have a full meal.

Hunter’s stomach growls on cue. I head for the kitchen to scoop out a serving of soup for him, hoping it’s bland enough for his stomach. His hand wraps around my wrist tugging me back to him.

“Hey, I’m going to get you some food.”

“Not hungry for food,” he growls into my neck.

“Your stomach says otherwise.” I try to push him back. “You need food.”

“I need you more.” He’s determined, moving our bodies to the couch.

Before I know it I’m pressed into the sofa with his body hovering over mine. We’ve both been dying for alone time. I’ve tried to convince Hunter that we’d be okay once Baker was asleep, but he refused.

Our hands race tearing off our clothes, grabbing for each other, not able to get enough. Our bodies moving in unison, desperately fighting for what it wants. I feel his need for me pressing into my core through his jeans. Hunter doesn’t let me get to the button of his jeans. He has other plans, which consist of dragging down my pants then my lacy panties. He spends a long time down there, until he has me writhing and screaming underneath him.

“Hunter, I need you now.” I tug on his hair until I have his attention.

He crawls up my body, pressing his lips to mine and kissing the hell out of me. I go for the button of his jeans until he’s free. When he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a condom, I stop him by grabbing his hand.

“I’m on birth control.”

This stills his actions, and he studies my face with intrigue.

“Were you then?” He asks.

I don’t miss the hurt in his voice.

“No, baby.” I shake my head with certainty. “I prayed every single day you were gone, that you’d come back. I got on birth control because if it did ever happen, I wanted all of you. The future and everything between.”

His elbow sinks into the couch as he shimmies out of his jeans. We both freeze and gaze at each other with the promise of forever. His thumb runs small circles on my cheek. Then we share everything. Our hearts pound in unison, our breathing matching each other’s, and then we fall together.

Hunter collapses on my chest, breathless. My arms wrap around his back tugging him closer to me even though it’s impossible. My hands drag through his hair at the nape of his neck. The silky strands, my only solace and foundation to life.

His stomach growls, vibrating off mine. I run my nails from the top of his ass all up to his shoulders.

“Time to eat.” I pat his back.

Hunter grumbles into my neck, nipping at my skin before he finally gets up off me. I spot a massive bruise on his back that wraps around to his side. It’s all sorts of green and purple.

“What the hell?” I sit up, not covering up my naked body and run my palm over the bruise. “What in the hell happened?”

Hunter twists his torso to peer back at what has my attention. The asshole grins, and I swear I can sense embarrassment dancing in his eyes.

“Hunter,” I demand.

“I was cleaning the snow off Dave’s satellite on his roof and fell off.”

I stand up then pull on his shirt that drowns me. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.”

I race to the bathroom, but continue to assault him with questions. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this?”

“It wasn’t a big deal.” He follows me into the bathroom.

“Falling off a damn roof is a colossal deal.”

He tries to smooth it over by grabbing me by the hip, but I back away, and fire up the shower.

“Not working, Cowboy. You’d think by how damn graceful you are on horseback and on the ranch, that you’d be safe, but I’m starting to worry about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You need to wear a helmet, Hunter. I’m all about your good looks, but am also kind of fond of your brain too.”

I see it coming, and move fast enough to miss the slap to my bare ass. I hop in and underneath the hot spray of the shower. I’m not alone long, before my sexy man steps in. He washes every inch of my skin, ensuring I’m squeaky clean then before long our passion takes over. I’m certain we’ll never be able to get enough of each other.