“Hey,” I say. “I’m not cranky! Durango is.”
Piper hoists her laptop bag over her shoulder. “He was. He isn’t anymore, thanks to Willow. And I think Savvy is good for you. Now, the video is up. I sent you both links so you can monitor them. Good luck.”
Piper helped us get the video of Peter from the café online. It’s time his fans know his true motivations. Andthey can see how he so weakly connected Savvy and Reed to the cartel.
Once Piper’s gone, Savvy gets up and goes into the kitchen. I follow her. She grabs a glass and fills it with water.
“We should order in for dinner,” I say, opening the drawer where I have a few takeout menus.
She turns and leans against the counter. “Do you think we would have dated if you had never protected me?”
I abandon the drawer and step up to her. “Yes.”
“You sound so sure.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
I take her glass and set it on the counter away from us. Then I lift her up onto the counter and step between her legs. “Because the chemistry is undeniable. I’ve been drawn to you since I met you. Yes, at first we argued, but I think that’s because we didn’t know what to do with this.” I wave my hand between us.
“This?” She’s smiling.
“Yes, the heat between us.”
She laughs. Not exactly the reaction I was going for.
“You disagree?” I ask.
“I do. At least about the meeting part. When I met you, I was too closed-minded to see beyond you being a military man.”
“True. But you could have ignored me. You didn’t. You made jabs. Face it, you couldn’t resist me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Oh, I’m right about this.”
I lean in and kiss her, slowly at first, teasing. Her lips are soft and warm, and when she deepens it, I don’t hold back.
My hands slide under her shirt, up her smooth back. She moans against my mouth and pulls me closer, wrapping her legs around me. Her fingers roam under my shirt.
I lift her off the counter and carry her to the couch. I lower her, never breaking contact. Her shirt comes off, then mine. My mouth moves down her neck, and she gasps when I nip at her skin.
“Bedroom?” I ask.
“No time,” she whispers. “I’ve been wanting to do this for days.”
I pull her pants off, then mine. I touch her thighs, hips, stomach, exploring, memorizing every inch of her. I slide down and taste between her thighs. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
I kiss my way up her body and then slowly enter her. She moans. Everything about her feels right, like we were made for each other.
I tighten my grip on her hips, grinding into her. She gasps when I shift her slightly for a better angle. I thrust in and out. It’s fast, hungry. We both need this. Her nails scratch down my back as her moans grow louder.
Finally, she cries out. “Hunter! Yes!” She squeezes her legs tightly around me as her orgasm hits. That’s all it takes, and I come hard.
I don’t move as we both stare at each other, breathing fast.
“That was… Wow,” she says.
