Page 59 of Reverie

“Winter,” he growls. “A few more days, at least.”

“A few more days until what exactly, H?” I say, pulling away but making quick work of sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants.

I get three solid strokes of his cock in when he grabs my wrist, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.

“The next time I get you naked, Sunbeam, I’m coming inside you so deep that you’ll be feeling me for days,” he says. His words are clear, low, and go straight to my hot button.

“Mmhmm,” I tease. “You could do that now, you know.”

He hums. “Not yet, baby.”

I would be embarrassed by the whine that comes out of me in any other context, but when he says his next words, I almost strip my clothes off and impale myself on his dick.

“Winter, you need to be ready for me the next time I take you. Because there’s no way you won’t be screaming my name as I fuck you for hours. There’s no way you won’t be delirious from coming so hard and so often because I promise you, Sunbeam, I won’t let you up for air.” When his hands land on my hips, he sighs and gives me a chaste kiss.

“Why won’t you do it now, H?” My voice is a near moan, and I’m so wet and sothereit wouldn’t take long at all for him to make good on his promises.

“Because I promised you that we’d figure out how to win, and I need to do that right now, and you need more sleep,” he says. Amusement starts to edge out the lust in his tone.

“We can’t have a quickie to hold us over?” I try to reach for his cock again, and he stops me with a light laugh. I grunt and restrain myself from stomping my foot.

“I wish I could, baby,” he murmurs. I poke my bottom lip out in a frown, and Hunter chuckles, putting his forehead to mine.

“Lunch. I promise,” he says. “I love you with all of me, Winter Leigh Vaughan.”

And if that doesn’t make me melt all over. “I love you too, Hunter James Brigham.”

He kisses me behind my ear. “I can’t wait for the day when I call you my wife,” he whispers.

I shiver.

“Later, baby. I expect you to sleep at least until noon.”

I nod and let him go.

Because there’s nothing else for me to do at the ass-crack of dawn, I climb back into bed and stare at the ceiling. When Kitty shakes out his fur and jumps on the bed, I run my fingers over his back for a few minutes.

Quiet is something I’ve been avoiding lately, I realize.

Before the raid, things were tenuous between Hunter and me, going back and forth between soul-bindingly excellent to hell between the two of us.

And I really don’t want to think about that, because if I think about it, I’ll have to admit that so much about our relationship is unhealthy.

We still haven’t addressed so much between us. We haven’t resolved so much between us. Like the fact that he locked meaway—again.Or that he hasn’t shared much at all about his business and what that means for our future.

He hasn’t opened up to me about his dad dying, even though that was fortunate for everyone.

He hasn’t spoken to me once about how he feels about his mother coming back.

I can’t help but think that Hunter is holding back because:

He doesn’t think I can handle his truth. Or,