The Hunter's Angel

Sunday Rounds

Hunter and I usually spent our Sunday's inside, lounging around and reveling in our time off. 

I needed the relaxation from my workload at school and the internship, and Hunter really needed the break from hunting down drug runners and...taking care of them. 

Today was no exception. 

We had just finished a rather hefty portion of mouth-watering pancakes at my kitchen island, enough to put me in a food coma for the rest of my life. I was especially grateful that it was Sunday, because the last thing I wanted to do was head over to class after that satiating meal. 

We didn't have any plans for the rest of the day, but as my attention fell to the compelling scene before me, I managed to think of a few. 

Hunter had spilled some of the syrup onto his hand, and he was giving me quite a show as he sucked the sticky sweetness off of his fingers, excruciatingly slowly. 

My mind instantly went to the very long evening that we enjoyed after getting back from the bar last night, when Hunter showed me just what he had promised me at the shooting range. 

Boy, did he live up to his promises.

Finally pulling my eyes from his fingers, I noticed that Hunter had caught onto where my mind had gone as his lips curved up devilishly slow. Sending me a knowing look, he shook his head with a throaty chuckle. 

"What?" I insisted, trying to feign innocence. 

"Sometimes, Angel," he spoke with a husky rasp, "I think you're naughtier than me."

My face glowed crimson at his words, and my pulse quickened as I watched his eyes darken with desire. 

As if anyone could be more sinful than that man.

"Actually, I take it back," Hunter confessed, looking me up and down from across the island. "Nothing that you're thinking of could come close to the things I want to do to you right now on this very counter."

Holy crap.

Hunter slowly stood from his seat and came to a stop right before me. I had to tilt my head back to look at him, the fact that I was still seated increasing our height difference even more. 

As he leaned towards me, heat pooled low inside of me, and I wondered if the butterflies flapping in my stomach would eventually cease to exist. 

I didn't think they ever would. Not with Hunter. 

Tracing his fingers across my neck, Hunter tilted my head up ever so slightly just before his lips brushed against mine. Breathing him in as he devoured me, I let out a soft complaint when his mouth left mine, laying kisses across my throat hauntingly slowly. 

I needed more, so much more. 

"Hunter," I murmured, pulling at the edge of his shirt as he sucked on my neck expertly. "I need you." 

Shuddering against me, Hunter whispered, "You have me, my love. And I'm about to give you a whole lot more." 

Fuck. Yes. 

My pulse pounded harder as his lips trailed lower and lower, and then he pulled away. 

Wait. What? 

Hunter stood before me, clearly equally as affected based on the rate of his breathing, yet he didn't move to continue. 

Why was he stopping? 

"Uh, what happened to a whole lot more?" I voiced breathlessly, my eyebrows knitting in confusion. 

Hunter grinned. "Don't worry, Angel. It's coming. First, though, you need to tell me what's been going through that pretty little head of your's ever since we got back from the bar."