When I'm With You (Little Hollow Series, #2)

He smiles at me but it looks a little pained. Poor guy, turning up to a restaurant to meet Sam and I turn up, he starts to like me and he turns up to me kissing Hunter. He couldn’t catch a break in the relationship department, so it’s about time he had luck in some part of his life.

I squeeze Hunters hand and we follow everyone downstairs to look at the new flooring. We’re going all rustic with a modern twist in the new Salon. It’s going to be all aged wood and copper fixtures, with black and cream accents. It’s about time we brought some edge to this sleepy town.



Finally able to climb into bed at the end of the night after sharing pizza with friends, I feel tired but relaxed. I think back to earlier today, I wish I had asked Faith where she lived, I want to keep in touch with her. I hope she’ll come back to the salon when it re-opens.

Hunter, Connor and Lewis laid down the start of the flooring today and it’s beautiful, they did a good job picking it out. It’s a good job Connor knows what he’s doing, it was funny watching them go back and forth between each other.

Hunter’s taking a shower so I let myself have a few minutes to think about everything that’s happened over the past two weeks. My mind drifts back to my mom and Arlene.

My two mom’s.

I ache when I think of them, I really meant what I said back in the cemetery, I forgive my mom for leaving me like she did. I don’t blame her anymore, she couldn’t live with that monster around all the time. I wonder where she’s buried? I know that’s going to be something that plagues me for the rest of my life. I’ll never find out where, but that won’t stop me from having my own memorial for her.

The bathroom door creaks open, disturbing my thoughts, and Hunter pads across the apartment into my room. My eyes rake down his built tattooed chest, following the light scattering of hair all the way down to the towel wrapped around his waist that leaves nothing to the imagination. He sees me watching him but doesn’t make a move, just stands there and lets me appreciate him.

I can almost feel how his body would move against mine, perfectly in sync. How he would appreciate every single inch of my body until he had me undressed and then do it all over again like he had all the time in the world.

My eyes meet his and the lust behind his look heats the fire pooling between my thighs. He stalks toward me on the bed and I gulp in anticipation. I know just by that look that he’s done trying to be a gentleman for me. He wants me, there’s no doubt about it.

He bends over and his wet hair flops down into his eyes, giving them a mask of sorts and it makes him look even more sexier than before. They rake over my pajama shorts and tank top before he strokes a finger from my ankle up my leg in a slow, calculating way, sending a shiver through me. His touch leaves a hot burning trail and as he reaches the top of my thighs, he places a small kiss there and moves onto the other leg.

My breathing turns erratic under his light touch, if we hadn’t been in this position before I’d think he was trying not to hurt me, but I know him. He knows exactly what he does to me even from the slightest touch. He places a kiss at the top of my thigh again and looks into my eyes as he does, never taking his eyes away as he trails kisses all the way down each leg and back up again, ending with his face directly above the heat that’s now turned into an inferno.

His hands brush up my stomach, lifting my tank top so he can carry on his kissing and stroking up toward my breasts. He shifts slightly and lifts my tank top off, breath hissing out as he sees I’m not wearing a bra and he groans, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple which elicits a moan of my own.

He trails kisses over each one and pulls a bud into his mouth, testing and admiring each one before heading further north to my collarbone and neck. He reaches my ear and pulls my lobe between his teeth gently, then I feel his tongue piercing flick against it making me squeeze my thighs together.

His mouth moves across my jaw and I’m shaking with anticipation as he finally reaches my mouth and flicks his tongue against my lips for entrance. His hand cups my cheek and even though I know what we’re about to do, it doesn’t feel like any of the other times. They were fuelled by the adrenaline that someone might catch us. This time, it feels like we have all the time in the world and he’s not going to waste it.

His tongue caresses mine gently and my hand instinctively wraps around the back of his neck to grasp at the hair there.

He growls as I pull gently. “Careful, Steely. This ain’t gonna be that kind of night, maybe after, but first I want to show you that you’re safe with me.”

His head dips and starts to move south, stopping to give my breasts some attention on the way down. He hooks his fingers at the sides of my pajama shorts and I have a sudden panic moment and clamp my legs tight. He places a kiss on my stomach above my shorts.

“It’s ok, beautiful. It’s me, trust me.”

And I do.

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