Hunter’s tongue slid out as he smiled. “Sensitive?” he asked even as he tightened his grip on my breast.

I held my breath, arched my back and pressed my chest closer.

“God,” I breathed. “You have no idea.”

Hunter tweaked my nipple, then pulled his hand out of my shirt. He spoke while he unbuttoned it. “I’m going to explore your body all night, Summer.”

He bent and kissed my collarbone. I shivered as he ran the tip of his tongue up to my neck. I stifled a moan when he bit it.

I clenched my thighs together. “I’m going to be nothing but a puddle of mush when you’re done with me, Hunter.” I gripped the couch cushion as he ran his lips over the tops of my exposed breasts.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Who says I’m ever going to be done with you?” He pushed my blouse off my shoulders. “I plan to do this every day for the rest of our lives, but tonight I want you slow.” Hunter stood, then plucked me off the couch as if I weighed nothing and then carried me to my room.

He didn’t set me on the bed. He set me down so I stood in front of it. He walked behind me and tugged my blouse off the rest of the way. His hands slid up my back, slowly, as if he were discovering me all over again. He undid my bra and I pulled it off. I ached for him to touch me. I ached so bad I tingled in anticipation.

He turned me to face him. His eyes dipped down. “Take the belt off.” His voice was commanding, but it wasn’t an order. It was a need, like mine. My need for him burrowed inside me and became the reason for everything I did.

I removed my belt and flung it to the side. He didn’t have to ask me to take off my skirt. I unzipped it and pushed it to the floor, taking my panties with it. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

Hunter growled in approval as he gripped my hips. “Fuck, Summer. You’re so beautiful.” He sounded breathless, as if the moment took away his oxygen.

I smiled when he left my hips and skidded over my almost flat stomach. “I won’t show for a while yet. I’m barely six weeks along.”

“You’re glowing.” His brow furrowed. “Is that even possible?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“How do you feel? Do you get morning sickness?”

His sudden concern was sweet, but there was only one thing on my mind as I reached for his belt. “I feel fine, Hunter. Better than fine in fact.”

I slid a hand into his pants and down the ridge of his cock. It pushed against the fabric. I bit my lip as I worked it free. I went down to my knees and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

I ran my tongue over my lips, then the tip down his shaft, never once breaking eye contact. He made a sound in the back of his throat as his head tilted back. I circled around the base of his cock with my hand as the head slid over my lips and onto my tongue.

Mine. That single bit of knowledge drove me over the edge. Hunter was mine, and I was his. I tightened my fingers as I moved my mouth up and down the length of his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head. He tightened his grip on my hair and urged me to take him deeper. I swirled my tongue until it reached my hand. I dropped it and took the rest of him into me. Down my throat, again and again, until he tensed and shuddered. He growled my name over and over as his dick twitched and pulsed.

He untangled his fingers and pulled away. I used my index finger and wiped away the single drop of cum that slid out of him and onto my lip. I licked off the salty liquid. Hunter bent down, grabbed me by the elbow and helped me to my feet. He crushed me against him. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath.

One of Hunter’s fingers hooked me under the chin and he made me look up at him.

“What would I do without you?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion, or lust, or both.

He touched his lips to mine, just enough to let me get a taste of him, then they were gone. They were on my ear, my neck, my collarbone. He explored my body with his hands. They were everywhere at once. I didn’t know whether to stand still or jump up and wrap my legs around him.

He kissed the top of my breast, then flicked my nipple with his tongue before he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. It travelled to the other breast. I bit back a moan as he swirled his tongue over the tender bud. He kissed his way down to my stomach. He was on his knees now, and I couldn’t resist running my hands through his hair.

He pressed his lips to my stomach. The kiss wasn’t meant for me, but the little life that grew inside me. The little life that would be half me and half him and one hundred percent perfect. It’d have his wild smile, full of mischief. It’d have my eyes. In my mind our child was already taking shape.

My legs quaked as Hunter ran his hands up the backs of them. “Hunter.”

I choked his name out. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he tasted the flesh near my pussy. I arched my back, a silent plea for more. Every nerve in my body was electrified, and he’d only begun to touch me. He took my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I wanted to take his head in my hands and shove it farther between my legs. It wasn’t enough. It’d never be. I could have him forever, just like this, and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my hunger for him.

Hunter hummed in approval as he ran his tongue between my folds. I almost fell over when, without warning, he slid two fingers inside me. I wanted to clamp my thighs together, to keep him still and squeeze him tight, but I forced myself to stay still and take whatever pleasure he’d give me.

With a death grip on his shoulders, I rode his fingers. Somehow I resisted the urge to slip my hands into his hair and force his mouth down onto my throbbing clit. My legs wobbled as he urged me closer to the edge. He held me on that precipice, release within reach, but he pulled back, pulled out. I whimpered at the loss.

“Mmm. Hungry, are you?”

He rose to his feet, captured my lips with his mouth and slipped his tongue in as I moaned. I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin on mine. More of him on me. He raised his arms, and I yanked it over his head. I raked my hands down his chest. My nails left white trails that disappeared almost instantly.

He cradled my face in his hand and brushed his thumb against my cheek. “Why do I get the feeling you want to tear me apart?”

I slid my hands down his abs and circled around his waist as I stepped closer. There was no space between us now, just skin. “Because I’m going to. If you make me wait much longer, I will rip you apart.”

In one swift motion, he gathered me up into his arms and laid me on the bed before removing his pants. He climbed on top of me, pushed my legs open and moved to take me, but I put a hand to his chest.

“Not so fast.” A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth. “Get on your back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hunter flopped over onto his back and put his hands behind his head. “Is this okay?”

“Mmm. I hope you’re always this obedient.”

I rolled over and got in position on top of him. He shut his eyes as I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy against him. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to his and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I slid my tongue into his mouth as I lowered myself onto him.

It was slow, painful, torture, and the sounds he made told me he enjoyed every moment as I continued my slow descent on his shaft. Once his full length was inside me, I pushed up until I was upright again.

I bit my lip and ran my fingers through my hair as I rocked my hips. He gripped my hips. One hand pinched my nipple. He tried to sit up, but I forced him back down.

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head, never breaking the rhythm of my hips.

He pressed his head harder into the pillow and tightened his grip on my waist. “You’re torturing me, you know that, right?” His hand travelled lower. I bucked when he brushed my clit with his thumb. “I can torture you right back.” His touch was so light it was almost not there, but it still ignited the urge to explode.