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lowered. “We are more than that aren’t we?”
Hunter smiled. “Yeah but I don’t really know how to classify what we are. Do you? I mean, I don’t kiss my friends like this. I don’t want to spend every waken moment that I’m not working with my friends .”
“Speaking of friends, I don’t know any of yours, and I don’t have any. We are a strange couple.”
Hunter ran his hand over her backside. “Well, I told you about Piper and John. They are my closest friends. Maybe we could go to dinner with them soon. I’d like for you to meet them.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea, considering our arrangement?”
Hunter sat up. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”
Stacey rose up with him. Sitting on her knees in between his legs, she grabbed Rapture and held him in her arms as a defense mechanism. What was he about to say? Was this not working for him anymore? Had he met someone else? It had been a glorious month, but still a month with no sex. Maybe he was growing tired of their arrangement.
Hunter grabbed the remote to turn off the television as Emilio Estevez was right in the middle of the famous dance scene. He turned to Stacey, took Rapture and put him on the floor and grabbed her hand. Her long, brown fingers, perfectly shaped with long, curved fingernails, rested in his own.
“This started out as an experiment, a way to get over Drew and Corina, but for me, it has grown into something more. I don’t want just two and a half months with you.” He looked down at her hands, trembling in his own. “Please tell me that it has changed for you, too. If it hasn’t then I understand, because we are all entitled to our own feelings but…”
“Hunter...” Stacey could feel her entire body shaking apart. “I have felt like that since we kissed the first night.” She decided to tell the truth. Shame the devil.
“Really?” Hunter gave a bright triumphant smile.
“Yes, I just didn’t want to be the first one to jump, for lack of a better word.” The answering looking her vulnerable brown eyes was melting. “I’m a hopeless romantic. Otherwise, I’d be a lousy author, not to say that I’m the best now.”
“You’re amazing. I read your last book. I can see why you’re a bestselling author.”
“You are just a tiny bit biased,” she said, putting her index finger and thumb together.
“Okay, maybe I am, but you’re brilliant, and you know it. The whole world knows it.”
She smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Be my girl?” he asked, pulling her to him. He had waited long enough to ask. A month was torture to be around her and not have her for sure.
She crawled up in his embrace. “Only if you promise to still take it slow.”
Hunter couldn’t promise that. For 30 days, he had tried every trick in the book to keep his physical feelings at bay. But for her sake, he lied. “As slow as you want,” he said, lifting her chin up to see her face. “There is still no pressure, there never will be.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “We can try this thing out on a more permanent basis.”
The relief of her decision was now evident in his bright eyes. A deep sigh escaped him and within seconds his hands went everywhere defying his own promise to take it slow.
Ravaging her mouth, he sank back down into her leather sofa, taking her with him as he did. He felt like a high school kid again, fighting to keep his control. Her smell, the softness of her lips, the heavy weight of her dreads in his hands, the warm feeling of her body against his, made the heat in his body rise to a volcanic temperature.
Stacey was almost alarmed by his passion. Was this his idea of taking things slow? Unable to fight his kiss, she fell on top of him, holding on to his muscular shoulders as she suddenly felt his erection prodding just above her navel. Her natural instinct prohibited her from
Hunter smiled. “Yeah but I don’t really know how to classify what we are. Do you? I mean, I don’t kiss my friends like this. I don’t want to spend every waken moment that I’m not working with my friends .”
“Speaking of friends, I don’t know any of yours, and I don’t have any. We are a strange couple.”
Hunter ran his hand over her backside. “Well, I told you about Piper and John. They are my closest friends. Maybe we could go to dinner with them soon. I’d like for you to meet them.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea, considering our arrangement?”
Hunter sat up. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”
Stacey rose up with him. Sitting on her knees in between his legs, she grabbed Rapture and held him in her arms as a defense mechanism. What was he about to say? Was this not working for him anymore? Had he met someone else? It had been a glorious month, but still a month with no sex. Maybe he was growing tired of their arrangement.
Hunter grabbed the remote to turn off the television as Emilio Estevez was right in the middle of the famous dance scene. He turned to Stacey, took Rapture and put him on the floor and grabbed her hand. Her long, brown fingers, perfectly shaped with long, curved fingernails, rested in his own.
“This started out as an experiment, a way to get over Drew and Corina, but for me, it has grown into something more. I don’t want just two and a half months with you.” He looked down at her hands, trembling in his own. “Please tell me that it has changed for you, too. If it hasn’t then I understand, because we are all entitled to our own feelings but…”
“Hunter...” Stacey could feel her entire body shaking apart. “I have felt like that since we kissed the first night.” She decided to tell the truth. Shame the devil.
“Really?” Hunter gave a bright triumphant smile.
“Yes, I just didn’t want to be the first one to jump, for lack of a better word.” The answering looking her vulnerable brown eyes was melting. “I’m a hopeless romantic. Otherwise, I’d be a lousy author, not to say that I’m the best now.”
“You’re amazing. I read your last book. I can see why you’re a bestselling author.”
“You are just a tiny bit biased,” she said, putting her index finger and thumb together.
“Okay, maybe I am, but you’re brilliant, and you know it. The whole world knows it.”
She smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Be my girl?” he asked, pulling her to him. He had waited long enough to ask. A month was torture to be around her and not have her for sure.
She crawled up in his embrace. “Only if you promise to still take it slow.”
Hunter couldn’t promise that. For 30 days, he had tried every trick in the book to keep his physical feelings at bay. But for her sake, he lied. “As slow as you want,” he said, lifting her chin up to see her face. “There is still no pressure, there never will be.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “We can try this thing out on a more permanent basis.”
The relief of her decision was now evident in his bright eyes. A deep sigh escaped him and within seconds his hands went everywhere defying his own promise to take it slow.
Ravaging her mouth, he sank back down into her leather sofa, taking her with him as he did. He felt like a high school kid again, fighting to keep his control. Her smell, the softness of her lips, the heavy weight of her dreads in his hands, the warm feeling of her body against his, made the heat in his body rise to a volcanic temperature.
Stacey was almost alarmed by his passion. Was this his idea of taking things slow? Unable to fight his kiss, she fell on top of him, holding on to his muscular shoulders as she suddenly felt his erection prodding just above her navel. Her natural instinct prohibited her from
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