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"Emily, I... I think I'm falling in love with you."
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emily
The words hang in the steamy air between us. His blues stare back at me, wide, open, so open I can see the heart behind them. The heart that makes me excited every time he’s near; he might think he’s moving fast, that he’s said too much, too soon, but it’s just the opposite. Everything he’s said is a simple affirmation of what I’ve long suspected — that he’s an extraordinary man, and I am damn near head over heels for him.
Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he’s naked as he says it.
"Hunter," I say softly, reaching out to pull him into the shower with me. "I think I'm falling in love with you, too."
He steps into the shower, water cascading over his muscular form as he pulls me close. His lips find mine, soft yet urgent, as if he's trying to pour all of his emotions into this one kiss. I melt against him, my hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.
I thread my fingers through his wet hair, pulling him closer, needing to erase any space between us. The steam swirls around us, cocooning us in our own private world. In this moment, nothing exists beyond the confines of this shower, beyond the two of us, beyond our love.
When we finally break apart, both breathless, he rests his forehead against mine. "Emily," he says, his voice husky with emotion. "You have no idea how good it felt to say that."
I smile up at him, tracing a droplet of water as it runs down his cheek. "I think I might have some idea.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. "Fair point."
There’s a moment of silence, just the two of us and the synchronized beating of our hearts. An idea flashes through my mind — I could tell him about Jay; Hunter’s been so honest, so open — but as quickly as it comes, fear chases it away. What we have is too new, too fragile, to tell him about the stalker that is actively trying to destroy my life. I’ll handle Jay on my own, and Hunter never even needs to know about it.
“What’s on your mind?” He says. “You disappeared on me for a moment there.”
He’s too darn perceptive sometimes.
Fortunately, he’s easily distractible, too. As most guys are.
“I was thinking about you. And what I want to do to you,” I say.
Before he can answer, I lower myself to my knees.
A low groan escapes Hunter's lips as I take him into my mouth. His fingers tangle in my wet hair, guiding me gently. The shower's warm spray cascades over us as I lose myself in pleasuring him, savoring every gasp and shudder I elicit.
His breathing deepens, each exhale resonating with a primal need that only heightens my desire. I wrap my arms around his thighs, holding him steady as I continue, feeling the connection between us intensify with every passing second.
"Emily," he breathes out, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. I glance up at him, finding his eyes half-closed in bliss, his features softened by the steam that envelops us. “Oh, fuck, I love when you do that. And I love.. oh, fuck, I love you.”
The words send a thrill through me, making my movements more fervent. His grip on me tightens, and I can feel the tension building in his body, every muscle coiled like a spring.
Suddenly, he pulls me up with surprising gentleness and kisses me deeply, his lips tasting of passion and longing. He spins us around so that the water now falls directly on my back; the heat contrasting with the coolness of his touch as he explores my body with reverence.
"Emily," he murmurs against my lips between kisses, "You drive me crazy."
His hands travel down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me against the shower wall. Our bodies meld together in a rhythm that's both frantic and tender. Every touch, every gasp, every heartbeat feels synchronized, as if we've known each other for a lifetime.
The steam swirls around us, obscuring everything but Hunter's intense gaze. His eyes lock onto mine as he moves, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself in this moment of pure bliss.
"Hunter," I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sound of cascading water. "I... oh God..."
Words fail me as the sensations overwhelm, but Hunter seems to understand. His movements become more urgent, more focused. One hand leaves my hip to brace against the shower wall, giving him better leverage. The change in angle sends sparks of electricity coursing through me.
"Let go, Emily," he says, his breath hot against my skin. "I've got you. Always."
Those words, coupled with the delicious friction between us, push me over the edge. I cry out, burying my face in the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over me. Hunter follows soon after, his body tensing as he finds his own release.
For a long moment, we stay like that, intertwined and breathless. The water, now cooling, continues to pour down upon us.
