Exposed - Part Two (The Exposed Series, #2) (7 page)

"Sometimes my clients aren't flexible." He leans back in his chair. I can tell I've bruised his enormous ego by not falling into his hands the moment he reached for me.

"What restaurant are you working on now?" I know the question reeks of distrust but I don't care. I want answers.

"It's in the early planning stages. They haven't named it yet." He looks past my head to the counter behind us.

"So what was the emergency?" I lean back now too. "If it's so early that it doesn't even have a name why did you have to stay?"

"It's more complicated than that, Sadie." I can hear the whispered tone of exasperation in his voice. "You wouldn't understand."

"Don't insult me." I cross my arms over my chest. "You didn't have the balls to come meet my dad and so you bailed at the last minute."

The thin smile that sweeps over his perfect lips doesn't go unnoticed by me. "You've seen them, Sadie. You're not questioning their size, are you?"

I can't help but smile back. "Don't do that. Don't talk about sex when I'm mad at you."

"Let me take you into the back room and I'll make you come so hard you won't ever be mad at me again."

I laugh at the remark. "I'm right, aren't I? You didn't want to meet him."

"I panicked," he admits. "I've never met the dad of a woman I'm dating before except for..." his voice trails.

"Except for Coral," I whisper.

He nods his head. "I'll make it up to you. We can plan another dinner with him."

"It's not that important," I skirt the truth. "We'll just see how this goes. I need to get back to work." I stand and walk back towards the counter, the weight of Coral's connection to him once again pushing on my shoulders.

"H
e's never going to get over her. I'm right about that. Don't you think?" I open another of the doors in Alexa's kitchen looking for the spices.

"I don't know about that." She points to the cabinet above the stove. "You're kind of a reminder of her."

I can't turn back around to face her after the remark. The same thought keeps coursing through my mind. I'm the ultimate reminder of the girl who died when he was next to her. How does a person get past that?

"Should I end it now?" I ask in barely more than a whisper as I sort through the spices looking for something to season the salmon fillets I brought with me.

"No." I hear her rush up behind me. "You can make him forget her. You just have to lighten up."

"You don't know what it's like." I spin back around so I'm looking at her. "You can't know what it feels like that have her heart inside of me and to know that he's probably thinking about that every time he sees me."

"Maybe he sees you." She cups her hand over my cheek. "Maybe you're already making him forget her and that's hard for him."

"I don't know what you mean." I turn back towards the cabinets so I can begin a hunt for olive oil.

"Think about it." She reaches past me to retrieve the bottle of white wine she opened when I arrived.  "You said he hasn't had a lot of serious relationships, right?"

"He's alluded to that," I sigh. "And I guess the fact that he only ever met Coral's dad says something about how casual his other relationships have been."

"I think Hunter is falling in love with you." She doesn't hesitate as she says the words. "I think you're making him forget Coral and since he thinks he's responsible for her death he's having trouble with that."

"You mean he feels guilty if he finally finds happiness?" I can feel my pulse racing at the mere suggestion that he's falling in love with me.

She nods as she refills her wine glass. "You're the one woman who is making him let go of all of that."

"I hope so." I exhale sharply as I turn back around to season the fish. "Nothing would make me happier."

***

A
re you decent? I'm coming over.

I wait with baited breath for him to reply to my text. I'm sitting in a taxi in front of his building.

Turn around and see for yourself.

I crane my neck around to look behind me and I see him standing directly on the sidewalk in front of the building. He walks swiftly to the taxi's door as I push it open. I fumble in my purse for my wallet but before I can retrieve it he's pulling some bills out of the pocket of his suit's jacket. "Have a good night," he calls over the seat to the driver as he hands him the cash.

"How did you know I was in the taxi?" I sigh as he brushes his lips across my cheek.

"I can sense when you're close." He cocks a brow as he bends lower to kiss my lips. "It's my Sadie sense working."

I raise my brows in response. He's so charming, it's no wonder I keep feeling the pull back to him.

"Did you bring your keys?" He holds out his hand and I feel a tinge of disappointment race through me. I don't want him to take them back. Maybe he's pissed after the way I dismissed him at the bistro the other day.

"I did." I let them fall into his palm.

"Mine are somewhere in my bag." He motions to the laptop bag he has strung over his shoulder. "I'll just borrow yours until we're inside."

I smile at the suggestion that the keys still belong to me. I follow him silently to the elevator and wait patiently as he scrolls through his phone after pressing the call button.

He reaches around to lazily run his hand down my back as we wait for the lift to arrive. I lean in closer to him, wanting to melt into his body. His hand moves lower, skirting the top of my jeans before he dips a finger just inside the waistband.

The bell signaling the elevator's arrival startles him and he jumps a touch. I giggle in response and he throws me a playful frown. I want it always to be like this. Even in utter silence I can feel the connection between us.

He drops his bag to the floor as the elevator door's slide closed and pulls me into a heated kiss. I'm taken back by the strength of his touch but I let him claim me. He pushes me against the wall, his knee separating my legs. "Do you know what I've thought about all day?" he growls into my ear.

"What?" I can barely find the breath to say the word.

"Tasting you. Being inside your tight little body. Fucking you, Sadie."

I moan at how brazen his words are. I can feel how erect he already is.

The elevator jolts to a stop and he pulls away just as abruptly as he grabbed me. I whine at the loss of his embrace and that brings a sly grin to his mouth. "Get in my apartment. Now." He guides me into the hallway.

I don't make it through the threshold of the door before I feel his hands on my waist. He scoops me up into his arms. I hear my purse hit the floor with a dull thud as he kicks his shoes off in route to his bedroom.

I'm thrown onto the bed. There are no words spoken. There doesn't need to be. His lips find mine again and he's aggressive with his kiss. He's biting my lips, nibbling at my tongue. His hands are pulling my clothes from my body. I feel my jeans being pulled down and my panties ripped off. He fumbles with the tie on my wrap around shirt. I reach down to help but he pushes my hands away, his lips never leaving mine. I hear the shirt's fabric as he pulls it apart. He's ripping it, clawing at my skin. He's an animal. An animal hungry for anything he can take.

I didn't know it could be like this. My eyes flutter open and I'm startled by the sight of his brilliant eyes boring into me. He's kissing me feverishly all the while he's staring at me.  Deep guttural groans are pouring from him. He's fully clothed. I'm completely naked and I've never felt so comfortable in my entire life.

Suddenly his lips are gone and he's pushing me onto my back. I feel his hair grazing my breasts and my stomach before his lips glide over my slick cleft. "My Sadie is always ready for me," he purrs into my wetness.

I moan at the first delicate touch of his tongue against my clit. He's not going to be gentle. I can tell it's going to be different this time. He pushes his mouth onto me, sucking my folds between his teeth. He grates them across my clit and I almost scream. I pull his hair with my hands, wanting him to take me to the edge, needing to come like this.

"Please, Hunter," I beg. "Please."

"Please what?" He stops and I push my hips into him. "Say it. Tell me what you want."

"Lick me." I moan loudly. "Lick me until I come."

He grants my wish and buries his face between my legs. His hands push my thighs farther apart. I'm spread so far open. I'm so exposed.

"I'm so close," I scream. "So close.

He licks harder. My clit is so raw, so sensitive. I race towards an orgasm. This isn't like before. It's already so intense. I dig my fingernails into his scalp. "No. Oh god, no." I cry out as my entire body shakes from the pleasure. I come hard, withering beneath his lips.

He licks me gently as I float back into my body. I shiver at the touch. I'm too sensitive. Everything is so much right now.

I watch silently as he stands. His eyes are locked on mine. He doesn't say anything as he quickly pulls his shirt off, buttons scattering everywhere. His pants follow suit and he stands, stroking his thick, heavy cock as he stares at me.

I motion for him to come closer and he pulls himself over me. I feel his cock pressing against my leg. I want it so much. I want him so much.

"I can't ever stop this." He moans as he runs his lips over mine again. "I can't let you go."

I scream out as he pushes himself into me in one fluid motion. He runs his lips over my forehead as he fucks me hard. He's not gentle this time. His desire is consuming him. I can feel it. I work to keep up to his rhythm.

"Look at me." He commands. "Sadie."

My eyes flash open and lock with his. I can barely keep them that way. The pleasure is so deep. The ache of him inside of me is so consuming.

"Sadie," he repeats me name again followed by a deep moan. "I can't be away from you."

I stare into his eyes as he fucks me hard. "No. Please, "I whisper back.

"Your body is mine." He moans so loudly it bounces off the walls.

I'm so close to coming again. I feel my body start to heat through. "Hunter." I glide my hands down his back to cup his ass and push him deeper into me. "I'm coming."

He throws his head back as he jerks within me. His body is shaking with the strength of the orgasm.

I close my eyes and hold my breath as I feel the pleasure overtake me too.

"T
hat was different," I say as I glide my hand across his smooth chest.

His body rumbles as he laughs. "That was fucking amazing."

I giggle in response as I look up at his face. "It was so amazing."

"What got into you?" I reach up to kiss him lightly on the chin. "You were a man on a mission."

He pulls me by my arms so my face is resting against his. "I have to go away again and I can't stand the thought of leaving you."

Disappointment washes over me. "Where to now?" I ask. It doesn't matter where he's going. What matters is that he isn't going to be here with me.

"New York," he says without any hesitation. "I have a soft launch there the day after tomorrow and I can't miss it."

"That's when a restaurant tries out their menu on a few people?" I want him to know that I'm interested in what he does.

"Impressive, Ms. Lockwood." He taps me on the tip of my nose. "Did you see that on the Food Network?"

"You're a fucking riot." I try to keep a straight face but a smile takes over. "I read about restaurant openings online."

"To learn more about what I do?"

"Yes." I blush. My inexperience in the real world is humiliating sometimes and I don't want him to see me as inexperienced anymore. "Maybe sometime I can come along for one."

"I'd love that." He traces a path across my forehead with his finger. "I hate being away from you."

"When will you come back?" I don't know how to hide the hint of desperation in my voice.

"Three days. I'll only be gone three days."

"They'll be the longest three days of my life." I whisper into his chest.

***

"C
an I borrow a shirt?" I hold the remnants of my torn shirt in my hand. "Mine got ruined somehow."

He smiles as he reaches behind him to pull a dress shirt from a chair. "Wear this one. I wore it today." He pulls it around my shoulders.

"It smells just like you." I breathe in the intoxicating mixture of his cologne and his natural scent that has settled into the fabric.

"Now it will smell like us both." He carefully buttons each of the buttons.

"It's perfect. Thank you. "I giggle as I toss the sleeves playfully around. My hands are hidden beneath the length of the fabric.

"You have tiny arms." He smiles. "Let me fix that."

I relish in his touch as he carefully folds each of the arms of the shirt up until they're settled on my forearms.

"It looks better on you than it does on me."

"That's not possible."

"You're beautiful." He takes my hand guiding me to the edge of the bed. "I'll take you home in a minute. I want to talk about something first." His tone is serious now.

"What is it?" I ask even though I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

"I wish I could hide away in a room with you forever." His beautiful lips are so close to mine.

"That would be heaven," I whisper.

The fingers of his left hand pull at the collar of the shirt he just put on me. "I can't though. I have to go do this trip but I need you to understand that I'd much rather spend that time with you. Here or anywhere."

"I do understand." I nod slightly. "I wish you could stay here too."

"The moment I'm back I'll pick you up and we'll spend the entire day together if you're not working."

I smile at the promise. I'll make sure I'm not working that day. I can't wait to be back in his arms again. "Maybe we could..." I let the words trail from my mouth as I kiss his lips softly. "Maybe you could help me look for a place of my own and then I could give you one of my keys."

"I'd love nothing more." His mouth curves into a soft smile. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too." I shiver as I lean into him.