Never let you go

Chapter 34

Hunter:

Tonight has probably been one of the best nights of my life and the best part was it wasn't over yet. We leave the bar around two and Sam and Daniel go off to spend the night at his place and Grey and I head back to her apartment. Of course I would love for her to spend the night with me in my bed, but I'm not going to be presumptuous and I'm also not going to rush her so I figure taking her back to her place is the safest thing to do.

Once we are back at her place Grey invites me inside and I pause for a moment thinking about what I should. The real question I ask myself is what would the old Hunter do? The one from before the accident who was a gentleman and who wasn't so incredibly fucked up. I end up deciding that even he wouldn't have been able to pass up being invited in to spend some alone time with Grey and I accept her invitation. I'm a guy for crying out loud not a saint.

I'm also a little tipsy so I graciously accept water when Grey offers it hoping it will help sober me up a little or at least help with my hangover tomorrow. I notice Grey is a little tipsy herself and I begin to wonder if me coming in was such a good idea after all. She sits on the couch next to me and my eyes immediately go to her bare legs that are being displayed in front of me. I think about how just a couple weeks ago those legs were wrapped around me and I feel my lower region tighten. Definitely not a good idea for us to be alone I'm not sure I'm going to be able to control myself and take things slow.

"Are you alright?" Grey asks me.

"Yea" I say as I pull my eyes away from her legs but then my eyes land on her boobs and looking at them doesn't help matters any. In fact it only makes things worse. I quickly toss back the rest of my water secretly wishing I could throw it on myself so I could cool off. "Just really thirsty" I lie.

"Let me get you some more water than" she says sweetly as she takes my glass and walks into the kitchen, and the whole time my eyes are selfishly glued to her ass. That dress is just so damn short and it hugs each of her perfect curves and of course it had to be red. She knows how much I love it when she wears red. She knew what she was doing when she put on that dress. She's trying to drive me crazy.

Before I know it I'm up and out of my seat. When I reach the kitchen I pause for a moment as I see the counter and remember how it felt to touch her while I kissed her and she clung to me desperately.

"Hunter?" Grey asks quietly as she steps into my view.

Once I snap out of it I step towards her my eyes fixed on her and I can see nervous excitement in her eyes as I get closer. I can tell a part of her wants to take a step back but she holds her ground as I continue my pursuit.

"You chose that dress on purpose didn't you?" I ask my voice low and husky.

She looks sheepish for a moment and swallows nervously. "Maybe" she whispers as she holds completely still. I move in closer and our lips are now only inches apart. I can feel her chest pressed up against me as her breathing quickens.

"You knew how much it would drive me crazy" I whisper as I graze my thumb across her cheek and I love the way her breath hitches.

"Yes" she sighs and it's almost like it's a plea for me to touch her more.

I lower my head to her neck and nip it softly and she trembles. "You're a bad girl" I whisper into her ear. Yep I'm definitely drunk but I don't care right now.

"Hunter" she pleads breathlessly into my ear and I know what she wants and I'm going to give it to her.

I kiss her gently and teasingly only giving her a taste of what she wants. I can drive her crazy too. Game on, I tell myself. She melts into me as I kiss her but when I pull away her eyes flutter open and she pouts.

"Why'd you stop?" she asks. I almost laugh but I hold back. My plan's working.

I lean in really close and she closes her eyes again preparing for me to kiss her but I don't. "I can be bad too" I tell her and her eyes open again.

"What?" she asks breathlessly.

"You heard me" I tell her.

She looks at me with want in her eyes as I lift my hand and gently caress her face. She closes her eyes as I continue my sensuous assault down her neck and then her arms and then rest my hands on her hips. I pull her close to me closing the gap between us and I nip at her exposed neck again and she moans. God she's so sexy. I feel my groin tighten and I remind myself to slow down. Grey places her hands on my hips and starts to push up my shirt but I stop her.

"No touching" I tell her as a wicked smile takes over my face even though I'm dying for her to touch me. I'll let her eventually but I'm making her hold out for a while.

She looks up at me with her big blue eyes through her long dark lashes and I almost give in and take her right here. Slow down. She pouts again and it's so damn sexy. I lean my head down and bite at her full bottom lip. She kisses me back eagerly but I pull back not allowing myself to give in quite yet. I scoop her up and carry into her bedroom which probably isn't the best idea but I'm not exactly thinking with a clear head at the moment. I set her down on her feet right beside her bed and then I move to unzip her dress. I'm hesitant because I'm not sure if it's okay for me to be doing this, and Grey must sense my hesitation because she gives me a nod of approval. I think about though how she told me last time that it was okay for me to touch underneath her shirt and then she freaked out, but once I begin unzipping her dress it's hard for me to think about anything else.

She lets me unzip her dress and allows me to slide it off her. She holds perfectly still the entire time and lets me do all the work. Once her dress is off I stare at her speechless for a moment. Her body is incredible. It's even more perfect than I thought it would be. I run my eyes over her in appreciation as I take in her curves and her tight flat stomach and her magnificent breast. She only has on red lacy underwear and a matching red strapless bra. It should be a law that she only ever wears red. I then notice a scar on her right ribcage and a tattoo on her left and I'm reminded of my own scars and tattoos. I walk towards her now and I can tell she knows I'm staring at her scar by the way she shifts uncomfortably. I raise my hand and gently run my fingers along the length of it wishing I could heal her wounds. I look over at her tattoo reading it for the first time. May angles lead you in. As I read it I feel breathless and not in a good way. I feel like I've been punched in the gut as I realize she's lost someone she loved just like I have.

I want to ask her what happened and how it happened and who she lost, but I can't find words. I also know it's unfair for me to ask when I'm not willing to share my own story. I look down at Grey's wrist and the scar that is there, and I realize this girl is a lot more fragile than I thought. I was grieving. That's what she told me when she explained the scar on her wrist. I start shaking as I realize just how badly I could hurt her. I could break her and that's the last thing I want. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this.

I step away from her trying to hide the freak out I'm currently having. "Hunter?" Grey asks concern filling her voice. "What's wrong?"

"I should go" I whisper.

"What?" Grey asks even though I know she heard me.

"I'm sorry" I say my voice barely audible. It sounds far away like I'm not really even here. "But I can't do this."

Grey looks at me hurt filling her beautiful blue eyes as she tries to cover herself with her hands and I can tell she's embarrassed and I hate myself for doing this to her. I'm such an asshole.

"Hunter don't do this" she pleads.

"I'm sorry Grey" I say and then I walk out.