Page 142 of Corpse Roads
“Coddling?” He raises a thick eyebrow.
“You heard me.”
Walking over to the French doors, I stare out at the crisp snowflakes while finishing my tea. When Hunter’s warmth meets my back, I let myself relax into his embrace as his chin rests on my head.
“What are you doing?” I breathe out.
His chest rumbles with a contented noise. “Isn’t this okay? I’ve hated leaving you to go to the office this week.”
“Theo’s been dropping by to keep me company.” My chest aches with sadness. “Although Leighton still won’t talk to me. He’s been drinking again.”
“I know. I’m dealing with it. Enzo’s going to take him to HQ today, get him assigned to some work. He’ll be alright.”
I turn in Hunter’s arms. “You’re helping him?”
“He’s my brother, Harlow.”
“I just thought… well, I didn’t think you cared about him.” I wince at my own words. “Sorry, that sounds crappy.”
Sighing, his hands land on my hips as he pulls me flush against his bare chest. “I get it. We have a complicated relationship. But that doesn’t mean I’ll watch him beat himself up about Diablo.”
“He’s lucky to have you.”
Hunter chuckles. “Not sure he sees it that way. I’ve always tried to look after him, even when he didn’t want it.”
His long hair is damp, spilling over his broad shoulders in dark, slightly curling waves. I play with a strand, biting my lip.
“What is it?” he rumbles.
“Do the others know about… us?”
“Us?”
“Don’t play games, Hunt. You know what I mean.”
He smirks down at me. My lungs seize up as he drags a single finger along my jawline, his thumb tracing my parted lips like usual.
I silently beg for him to keep touching me. Even if I’ve spent every night wrapped up in Enzo’s arms, and the first thing I did when I woke up was lock lips with Leighton, I need Hunter as well.
“Is there something you want?”
“Yes,” I mewl.
His lips brush across my forehead in a torturous tickle.
“And what is that?”
My thighs press together. Heat is pooling in between my legs, building in low, tantalising embers. I can still feel his lips against my pussy in that hotel room.
“Please touch me.”
His touch vanishes, and I almost cry out in agony. Hunter’s staring at me, a ferocious emotion writhing in his irises.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers. “And I couldn’t care less. I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
His lips smash against mine, so hard that our teeth clang together from the sudden movement. My back meets the French doors as he slides a leg between mine to pin me in place.
The delicious hardness pressing against my core sparks my fervent need to be touched and tasted again. He made me feel things I never imagined. Just thinking about it makes me wet down there.