His grin expands, looking ever so slightly smug. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around my waist and drags me forward until I’m sat on his lap, legs curled around his hips. We connect and hardness presses against my softness. I allow myself a little gasp. “Already?”
“Princess, you have me in this state pretty much all the time. You have no idea how torturous it’s been.”
I bite my lip and throw my arms over his shoulders. “I don’t know. I think I’ve been suffering just as much.” My breasts press against him and his arousal grows harder in response.
Hunter strokes a finger along my arm, staring absently at my shoulder. “We still have more to figure out, you and me.”
“I know.”
“I need to tell you things. Things you might not like.”
I smile gently. “I know.” I lift my chin. “I’m not scared.”
His grin drops, gaze darkening and making the little green part of his right eye more visible. “You should be.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “What could be worse than being a porn star?”
Then I rock against him. I know we’ve got stuff to go through. He still needs to know all about my past. Maybe I feel the need to justify my decisions but I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to feel. For the first time in a long time, I’m really not scared and I need to relish it.
A reluctant laugh comes from him. “You’re insatiable.”
“Yep.”
“Just remember…”
“Remember what?”
He brings his gaze fully to mine and his finger stops stroking. “I don’t know to be honest. We’ve got a lot to work through and I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m yours now, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me put a smile back on your face.”
He shakes his head and grins. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Incorrigible and insatiable all in one day. Think I can be inventive and imaginative too?”
“Oh, Jesus, woman, what have you got planned for me?”
I climb off his lap and hold out my hand. “Follow me to the bedroom and you’ll find out.”
***
Hunter
Jess’s lips on my chest and working their way down to my stomach pretty much erase any worry I had. She’s amazing. I’ve just all but told her I’m keeping secrets from her and she accepts it. Accepts me. The world is messed up. She acts like she’s the one who should have to hide but I get it now. Why should a woman be so ashamed of an act of desperation at such a young age? I’ve done far, far worse. God, I hope she forgives me.
In my moment of desperation, I took on a job that I knew was wrong. I used Jess for money. I’m no better than the guys who used her for her body. I suck in a breath as her fingers work beneath my boxers. I can’t tell her yet. Not if what I believe is true.
She might be in danger. And I’m wondering if I’m the one who placed her in that position. I can’t afford for her to send me away when she discovers the truth. So for now, I’m going to have to keep quiet until I know she’s safe.
Jess flicks a look at me and grins as she works my underwear down my legs. Her green eyes sparkle, that chocolate hair falls in streams over her shoulders. It might be a disguise, but there’s no disguising who she really is. Her heavy make-up is all but gone from our love-making and her tears, and I see the innocent girl beneath.
Damn, look at her. I’m a jerk. I’m not good enough for her. She might think it’s the other way around, but I know the truth. Unfortunately for her, I need her so badly, I can’t bring myself to get out of her life. I want to make her see what I see. She’s not a whore or a damaged woman. She’s a vibrant, strong person.
That innocent girl is about to put her mouth around—Fuck. Her gaze connects with mine and I lift my hips off the bed, captured by the ways she looks at me as she loves me with her mouth.
But she is still innocent. There’s something insanely pure about this woman. Which is crazy talk, right? But I’m not sure. You just get this sense of something wonderful and wholesome being buried inside that lush body and come-to-bed eyes. Shit, I have fallen in deep here.
I can’t think anymore. Can only feel. I close my eyes and let my head sink into the pillows. Rocking my hips, I savour every slide of her tongue and every little suck. I hope I’ve got it right. I pray she’ll stay mine, even when she learns the truth. That girl inside of her is desperate to trust someone. Is she willing to do for me what I want to do for her? To start from the beginning? To forget everything we’ve done wrong and move forward.
Together.
“Princess,” I press through gritted teeth. “Princess,” I try again, my hand finding her hair so I can stroke it.
She lifts her head.
“You need to stop. I can’t take anymore.” She grins and lowers her head to continue but I shake my head and sit up abruptly. As much as she’s fulfilling one of my many, many fantasies about her, I desperately need to touch her some more. If she doesn’t forgive me, I’ve got to make the most of it. That probably makes me the most selfish asshole out there, but I can’t even deny it. I’m weak when it comes to Jess.