Page 41 of Baked

“I hope so. I really like him, I’m just scared of messing things up,” she confessed.

“What makes you think you’d mess things up?” Libby asked.

“You mean apart from the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing?” Rachel sighed. “I don’t know, I just feel like I’ve gone through life experiencing the knock-off version of relationships. And Hunter is like a designer label I can’t afford.”

“What the fuck?” A booming, pissed-off voice forced all of their attention to the double doors.

Hunter.

Isn’t this about the time the ground swallows me up? Can it hurry up, please?

Dark eyes were burning into her, which only made her sink further into the chair.

“Uh, I think I hear Zach calling.” Libby stood and grabbed Cat’s arm. “Come on, Cat, let’s go check.”

Subtle.

Traitors!

She would have to remember to scold her friends for abandoning her later because right now she had bigger problems. Hunter was stalking toward her, not stopping until he was bent over her chair, big hands curling around the plastic arms. His face was in hers a moment later.

“What the hell do you mean you can’t afford me?”

Seriously? Thanks again, universe.

“Is there a reason you’re eavesdropping on girls’ night?” Distraction tactics were all she had.

“Answer my question, honeybun.”

Damnit.

“It’s nothing. I was just joking around. I take it you’re here to pick me up?”

“Try again, baby.”

She took it back. The man wasn’t a designer garment. He was the itchy label that irritated your skin and drove you to near insanity.

“Can we talk about this at home?”

She saw something flash in his eyes. Whatever it was, it was enough to uncrease the wrinkles on his forehead.

“If you think I’m going to forget, you’re wrong.”

“Is that a yes?” She gave him the puppy dog eyes he couldn’t resist, suppressing a smile as a sexy rumble emanated from his chest.

It was totally a yes.

***

“Baby,” Hunter groaned, “I know what you’re doing!”

What she was doing, was Hunter. Her teeth had begun scraping down his neck as soon as she’d straddled his lap. She wanted to taste every part of him. It also helped that every lick and suck she applied to his skin was met with goosebumps. It was almost addictive.

Her hands wanted in on the action too. They started at his shoulders and trailed down his chest, her fingers committing every hard ridge to memory.

As Rachel’s mouth latched onto the curve of his neck, she smiled as another hoarse groan left Hunter’s lips. Her heart was racing now, and not just from the sound of his growls. His big hands had begun molding her ass cheeks. Combine that with her rocking and his thrusting, it was no wonder her eardrums were pounding.

They were like horny teenagers, fully clothed and dry humping on the couch, racing to get each other off. And she couldn’t get enough. Her body ached for him in ways she wasn’t sure was normal.