“I’ll remember that,” he said.
I took some soap and lathered it in my hands so that I could wash him too. So I could learn every inch of his magnificent body. As I washed him and cupped his balls, then stroked his cock, he grew hard.
“Let me get you off. Let me stroke you until you come,” I practically begged.
He hissed and held onto the wall. I spread kisses along his chest, and I sucked on each of his nipples. His hips jerked into my hands. Watching him come undone was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and knowing that I could make him react this way felt empowering. He was my crush, and he was turning out to be the man I had always dreamed of finding. Hunter groaned and then came in my hands. I stroked his cock and felt him jerk. I watched his abs contract and loved the way his head fell back as he groaned in ecstasy. He was an Adonis, and I had brought him to his knees.
CHAPTER 15
Catherine Celia
After the shower, we dried off and I got dressed, but I didn’t put my panties back on. Instead, I shoved them in my purse. Hunter noticed.
“They’re wet. You got me a little too hot and bothered.”
He grinned. “Good.”
I smiled.
“I’d offer you a pair of my boxers, but they’ll be swimming on you, and I don’t exactly want them to end up in Holland’s laundry basket.”
I laughed. “I do my own laundry, so no worries there. But commando is fine for me.”
He groaned. “If you talk about being commando, we’re never going to leave my room.”
“That isn’t a terrible idea, other than I need lunch and water,” I said.
Hunter slipped on a white T-shirt and boxers. Then he went out to the main room of his apartment.
“Are you walking around like that on purpose because it makes me want to jump your bones?” I admitted.
“Ditto, beautiful. What are you in the mood to eat?” he asked.
Just as he asked the question, mom sent a text.
Mom: Where r u? We want to get a late lunch
My heart dipped. Shit. I didn’t want to lie to my parents, but I couldn’t tell them where I was without raising every red flag in the state of Texas.
“Is everything okay?” Hunter asked.
I looked up from my phone. “Yeah,” I said, which was a lie. “My mom wants to go out for lunch.”
“Now?”
I nodded. “Apparently.”
His phone beeped before I could say more. He picked it up, glanced at the screen, and went completely still. That wasn’t a good sign.
“What is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away.
“Hunter.”
He dragged a hand over his mouth. “Holland just texted me.”
My stomach dropped. “Why?”