Page 21 of Sworn to Defend
Heat flared in his eyes. “Go sit, Han.”
She turned and made her way to the couch, a secret grin on her face. Moments later Hunter carried in two plates and sat beside her.
“Grilled cheese and tomato soup is one of my favorites.” She didn’t wait, but rather dug right in. The buttered toast and melted cheese was the exact comfort food she needed, and the hot soup warmed her up from the inside out.
“That was amazing,” she said when she polished off her plate.
“I can manage a grilled cheese. Soup I have to cheat with Panera.”
“Hunter?”
“Yeah?” His hand came to rest just above her knee. The simple touch had desire kindling in her gut.
“Thank you for taking care of me. For still wanting me after I shut you down at the hospital. After I raged at you for telling Rochelle you were coming to the wedding before we had a chance to talk it out.”
“Never have to thank me for that.” His hand was caressing her leg so sweetly, she doubted he understood the deep burn it was causing.
“You need to know I want you, too. The feelings I have for you…they’re big.”
His eyes darkened. “Hannah.” Half whisper, half desperate plea. Enough encouragement for her to shift and throw one leg over his lap so she was straddling him. She leaned in, taking her time dragging in his fresh scent. Then she kissed his corded neck, felt his pounding pulse beneath her tongue. Clean and pure. That was how he tasted. Branch fisted his hands in her hair, angling her face to kiss her.
There was no slow and sweet, and that made her heart rate beat into overdrive. His lips were demanding, his tongue meeting hers stroke for stroke. He tasted of basil from the soup, and something sweeter. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her into him more forcefully, so the result of his attraction was hard against her stomach. Maybe it was the jeans he was wearing, but the outline was long and thick. Under normal circumstances she’d be concerned. It had been a long time, but she was already slick, already rubbing against him trying to ease the pulsing ache at her center.
“Jesus, baby.” Hunter held her shoulders, separating them. They were both breathing hard, sucking down air like it was going to evaporate any second. “I did not bring you here with sex on my mind.”
“No, but it is on mine.”
“I’m not going to question if this is what you really want. Not when those gorgeous eyes are telling me everything I need to know.”
“I’m not on birth control. This will be my first time since…before.”
“I’ve got us covered, but you can say his name, baby. I’m grateful to Russell for giving you the care and normalcy you needed. For giving you Collin. You should know it’s been a long time for me, too. A real long time.” He stood up without warning, hands cupping her bottom securely. Her legs wrapped against his waist as he kissed her again. She had no clue how he was navigating the hallway, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when his mouth was moving with hers. He wouldn’t let her fall, not even as they climbed the stairs. The door to the bedroom squeaked open.
“Gonna put you down.” He lowered her to the floor. “Arms up.” She did as he asked, watching his face as he lifted her shirt up and over her head. His chest was rising and falling with each breath he heaved in. His gaze swept her body and the fire that flashed in his eyes had her reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp to her bra. As it fell to the floor, a groan broke from his lips. He stepped closer. His hands trembled as he lifted them to her cheeks and stroked down her skin to her jawline, then skimmed to her neck and shoulders in a featherlight touch. A full-body shiver coursed through her.
His hands traveled down her arms and up her stomach, pausing before carrying the barely there touch over her breasts. He’d scarcely touched her but when the rough pads of his thumbs teased the stiff peaks again, she gasped, a jolt of electricity traveling from the sensitive tips straight to her core, intensifying the hollow ache at the apex of her thighs.
She toyed around the waist of his jeans before following the hard lines of his hips, working the fitted denim down as he plumped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She pushed his jeans just below his thighs, and he pulled her flush against him, but not before his thick cock bobbed free. One hand snaked around her back, pinning her against him while the other gripped her hair, pulling her lips to his, tongue sweeping into her mouth with a claiming stroke. When he broke the kiss to yank off his shirt, they were both still trying to catch their breath.
He scooped her up, tossing her to the middle of the bed. She yelped as he followed her down to the mattress and flipped her over so she was kneeling over his broad chest. He shot her a wicked grin, eyes nearly black. “I’ve fantasized about you in this bed more times than I can count. You’re fucking perfect, Hannah. So beautiful.” His large palm fell on her waist, drawing her close, so her breasts were inches from his lips. Anticipation coiled in her belly. A rumble left his lips as he molded his palms around them, sucking one hard bud into his mouth. Teasing with his teeth and tongue before turning his attention to the other. When he removed his mouth, the cool air of the room hitting her sensitive, damp skin bordered on painful.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ground out. Wetness seeped from her core. She wasn’t sure what he was about to do, but she was down for anything that made his voice that raw. When she was clinging to the board above his head, he gripped her hips and lifted her over his face. Despite the intimate position, when he inhaled deeply and groaned, her mind didn’t register embarrassment. She was too far gone. Too desperate to have his hands, mouth, anything on and inside her. He lifted his head, bringing her closer at the same time, and dragged his tongue from her core to clit. “So sweet.” He tortured her, dipping his tongue into her center, nibbling the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs until she was rocking against him. “Love how you taste.”
“Quit teasing.” Her hands were blanched as she clung to the headboard, body taut and shaking.
One hand left her hip and he pushed two fingers inside her. “So wet, beautiful. Hold tight.” He began pumping his fingers in and out as he lapped his tongue over her clit. She was so close, so—
His lips closed around her, sucking hard, and she shattered, pleasure crashing over her, wave after wave. She couldn’t wrap her head around the pleasure he’d just given her, but knew she wanted more. She scrambled off his face and down his body, nearly sobbing with relief as she wrapped her hands around his length. His hands went to his sides, fisting the sheets as she rubbed the head of his erection against her slick folds.
She was so mindless with need, she began to lower down, letting the head dip into her center. He hissed out a breath, and flipped her to her back in one fluid movement. “You’re killing me, Han. As much as I’d love to take you bare, as much as I want to fill you up, eventually ditch any kind of birth control and watch our baby grow inside you, we need to talk it through before I take you how I want.” Our baby? His mind had already traveled down that path? She’d never considered it before meeting Hunter, but thinking of a little boy or girl with his dark features and dimples made her heart falter. Hunter reached to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She couldn’t shake the image of Hunter’s hands splayed over her rounded belly. The sound of foil tearing brought her back. He rolled on the condom and parted her legs, giving himself more space. He notched himself at her center, and pushed inside with an animalistic sound tumbling from his lips. He stilled. “Okay?”
She nodded. “Keep moving.”
Even with the heat crackling between them he chuckled. “Now who’s bossy?” He nuzzled her neck, kissed the tip of her nose as he moved inside her. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by the burn that tingled behind her lids. Hadn’t she cried enough in the past six hours? “Eyes up here, baby. Don’t hide from me.” She obeyed, meeting his gaze. The intensity of emotions burning in their depths was enough to make her breath hitch.
“You’re mine, Hannah.” He thrust into her again and again, pleasure building higher and higher. “Let go. You’re right there. I can feel it.” He slipped his hand between them and stroked her clit. She came again, harder than she thought possible. He shouted her name and stilled over her, body rigid as he pulsed inside her.
Chapter Twelve