Page 16 of Hunt You Down

André glanced up at me, crooking a brow. “You want me to come to the bathroom with you?”

I paused, confused. Then it dawned on me that he might want to give me some privacy. I shrugged. “I thought that bath sounded nice.”

His mouth curled into that crooked grin I was quickly falling for. Glittering green eyes met my gaze under that mass of curls, and my heart thundered. “Go on, darlin’. I’ll be right behind you.”

Butterflies kicked up in my belly like a teenager with their first crush. I continued down the hallway, flipping on the light in the bedroom. A California King bed sat in the middle of the room overlooking the Savannah River, which twinkled light lightning bugs in the moonlight. The rich red and gold bedding complimented the antique feel of the space. Opposite the bed, a TV was mounted above a vintage dresser. A roll-top desk sat in the corner, and the bathroom was to my left.

I didn’t think it could get any more posh than that, but upon entering the bathroom, I was sorely mistaken. The first thing I noticed was the double vanity. I stepped into the room, running my finger along the marble countertop. A large jacuzzi tub sat with another private view of where the river curved. A glass shower stall sat behind it, across from a private toilet.

I was… overwhelmed. This was all too much. But with the memory of the man waiting for me, I brushed it all away. I was getting my chance to start over, and I wasn’t going to let insecurity get in the way.

With that spark returning in my belly, I took advantage of the privacy to freshen myself up.

Chapter Nine

When I opened the bathroom door, André laid on the bed in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. The voices from the TV sounded familiar, I peeked around the corner to find him glued to an episode of The Golden Girls.

I leaned against the doorframe. “If you say anyone but Rose Nylund is your favorite, I’m walking out of this room right now.”

He turned to look at me, that smile curling his lips again. “Oh, give me some credit.”

André reached over and turned the TV off, hopping off the bed. Long legs ate up the space between us. Distance closed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and swooped in to capture my mouth with his.

As we kissed, he stepped into the bathroom, backing me up until my ass hit the counter. He lifted me and I gasped. Effortlessly, he sat me on the marble.

I whimpered when André broke the kiss. A deep chuckle rose from his throat, lips vibrating against my neck. “Patience baby,” he growled.

I moaned, wrapping my arms tight around his shoulders. Hands tight on my hips, he tugged, grinding our hard lengths together. I whined. “Fuck that; kiss me.”

André happily granted my request, crushing my lips with all-consuming passion. He helped me out of my jacket, and his tongue prodded for entry. I parted my lips, and he tugged on the hem of my t-shirt. The cheap, flimsy fabric ripped as it cleared my head and fluttered to the floor. Like a magnet, his lips were immediately drawn back to mine.

“I have to run the water, baby,” he said between kisses.

Reluctantly, I let him go. He went to the bathtub, and I leaned back onto the cool glass of the mirror. I panted like I’d just run a marathon, not realizing I’d been holding my breath.

André threw a teasing grin over his shoulder. “You alright there, darlin’?”

“Fuck you,” I said, laughing.

Once steam rose off the surface of the water, André stepped between my spread legs once again.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, baby.” His hands rubbed my thighs, and I twitched every time he got close to what I really wanted his hands on. “Are you sure? You’ve been through a lot. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

I glanced pointedly at my crotch, where my cock tented the front of my jeans—uncomfortably so. “Does it look like I don’t want to?”

André followed my gaze and grinned. “Fair enough.”

He had my belt undone in a matter of seconds. I lifted myself up so he could tug my jeans off, taking my underwear with them. The cold counter on my bare ass was a shock, but it didn’t last long. André wrapped his hand around my shaft, pulling a primal snarl from deep in my chest—and André loved it. He squeezed, milking a drop of clear liquid from my slit. Swiping it away with his thumb, he lubed up my cock, capturing my mouth once more. My fingertips found the waistband of his briefs and tugged until they hit the floor.

Much to my dismay, André released me from his grip. “Get in the water,” he ordered. “Trust me, it’ll feel so much better when we’re wet.”

He lifted me off the counter and held my hand as I stepped into the steaming bath. I moaned, settling into the hot water while André turned off the tap.“I’ll be right back.”

Rustling sounded in the bedroom, and André returned with lube and a condom in his hands. He set them both on the edge of the tub, then dimmed the lights with the switch on the wall.

His golden skin glistened, appearing that the new lighting in the room was designed just for him. My eyes clung to every muscle and curve of his body.

“Fuck,” I murmured, blood surging south. I scrubbed my hands over my face. He wanted me?