"What the fuck are you doing here, Hunter?" she asked her eyes distracted with the sight in front of her. Hunter was standing there, shirtless, his intense look on those wonderful eyes, and his sexy little smile.
"I was waiting for you." he answered casually while stepping towards her.
"Yeah, but why are you in my apartment?" she asked trying to keep her eyes locked on his face.
"Ah, Izzy has the keys. And I really needed to see you." he answered before taking another step forward.
"What did you do...?" she asked suspiciously while dropping her bag on the floor and crossing her arms.
"I fucked up." he confessed, rewarding himself with another step. "I let you go."
What. the. actual. fuck.
"Of course you did." she scoffed.
"Don't do that." he said his voice husky and dangerous.
"Excuse me?" she hissed looking down on him.
"It turns me on." he explained while finally getting in front of her with one last step. "You turn me on."
"Damn it, Hunter." she growled before letting him embrace her and kiss her lips. Holy fuck he had such a fine tongue. Their bodies had missed each other, they had missed knowing every piece of skin from the other, they had missed the right touch. "You turn me on too." she told him right as they begun to fuck.
"I know." he said with a very low voice. Was he not such an attractive man, with such a fine voice and touch, she would have punched him. But hell, he was her Hunter - and he knew it. He also knew that no one could turn her on the way he did. On the other hand, she knew that no one could turn him on as much as she did. She was the one he desperately desired, that's why he always found her. Always.
Nice turn on.
