Page 29 of Baked

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It was safe to sayHunter Campbell was interested in her. He hadn’t changed his mind. And he had definitely put his mouth where his money was. Actually, he’d put his mouth everywhere. And she meanteverywhere.

It was one of the many reasons she’d woken up with a smile on her face. Why she was humming as she floated around the masculine hunter green kitchen, brewing coffee and frying up eggs and bacon. And definitely why the sight of him in the doorway made her insides sing.

“Goddamn, you look good in my shirt.”

His sexy, unused morning voice never failed to send a shiver down her spine. It also helped that he’d emerged from the bedroom shirtless. And from the imprint in his gray sweats, she could tell there wasn’t much underneath that thin material either.

When her eyes met his again, a smug smirk graced his lips. “What?”

“Something down there caught your eye, honeybun?” Even the cocky gleam in his eye was hot as he stalked toward her, backing her into another counter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her smile was still very much in place as he pressed up against her, knowing full well if she looked down again, there would definitely be something to see.

“Sure you don’t, baby.” He hauled her onto the dark wood top and spread her legs wide enough to accommodate his big body.

Her eyes fluttered shut as a soft kiss landed on her lips, spearmint tickling her tongue as he wasted no time plunging inside her. But his movements were slow. Measured. Drawing out every ounce of pleasure as he took his time tasting her.

She would have happily spent all morning like that, sipping on his groans. It was only the smell of burning that pulled her out of her lust-filled haze.

Shit. Breakfast.

Reluctantly pulling back, she took a moment to catch her breath, keeping their connection just a little while longer. Absorbing the bristle of Hunter’s jaw, his moist lips, and his warm breath.

“The food,” she managed to pant.

“Fuck the food,” he returned, the raw edge to his tone sending tingles through her.

As if to demonstrate how little he cared about the food in question, his hands went to the bottom of her shirt. Well, technically, his shirt that she was wearing. His dark eyes never left hers as he slowly dragged the material up, past her hips, up her stomach, and over her breasts. The intensity in his gaze told her everything she needed to know. It was when the top reached her neckline that she lost his eyes. Only when the material was tossed aside did she get them back.

She wasn’t wearing anything under his shirt. Nothing. But his eyes didn’t dip to confirm this; they stayed exactly where they were, much to the distress of her heart, which was practically rattling her ribcage with the ferocity from which it was pounding.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. Sexy. Deep. She would go as far as to say panty-melting if she were wearing panties. “I need to be inside you again, one more time before I go to work.”Stupid work.“Can you take me, baby?”

She knew why he was asking. And it wasn’t just because he’d spent most of the night making her legs shake. It was because, as she’d suspected, Hunter Campbell was big all over.

Letting her lips skim over his again, she let her tongue glide across the seam. He growled in response. God, she loved it when he growled. Her hands dropped to his sweats and tugged them down, freeing him. It was then she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles.

“I can take it, sugar.” She let her lips brush against his again. “Take what you need.”

And that’s exactly what he did.