Bought for Christmas(15)

By: Doris O Connor

Hunter tapped her nose and dropped his voice.

“Less of the attitude, kitten, or I’ll bring that punishment forward to right now.”

Emilia’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip. The most delightful blush heated her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze.

“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but I really gotta go. And I can’t believe I’m even telling you this.” She buried her face in her hands, and Hunter tugged them away and brushed his lips over hers.

“I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed in front of me, kitten. And there is a solution to this predicament. I’ll take you.”

Her protest turned into a shriek when he picked her up and carried her through to the bathroom, and set her down on the loo.

“There, I think you’ll manage from now on. I’ll be outside, if you need carrying back.”

“Don’t you dare. I’ll find my own way back … err, Sir.”

Hunter laughed and made his way back to the bedroom. Little did she know that he could hear her perfectly well, and his grin deepened when she stumbled along the corridor. His girl had an extensive vocabulary of swear words, and she was also as blind as a bat in the dark. Just as he was beginning to think he would have to come and get her after all she appeared in his bedroom, looking adorably flustered.

She climbed back on the bed, and it was his turn to gasp when she stuck her freezing cold feet between his legs.

“Jesus, kitten. Warn a man.”

“Serves you right. I thought you said this place has central heating.”

“It does. It’s perfectly warm.”

Emilia huffed, snuggled in closer and yawned.

“All very well for you to say. You’re like a walking furnace. If you didn’t look so disgustingly healthy, I’d have thought you’re running a fever.”

She yawned again, and seconds later the even puffs of air hitting his chest told him that she was asleep.

Hunter smiled and shut his own eyes. They had a lot to sort out yet, but he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. Far from being fearful as he’d half thought she might be considering the situation, she felt secure enough to not only give him sass, but also to joke with him.

His eyes flew open as it dawned on him that he had laughed more in the last few hours since he’d picked her up from her father’s house than he had in … he couldn’t even remember when.

Chapter Five

Emilia screwed her eyes shut against the blinding whiteness trying to invade her closed eyelids. It couldn’t be morning already. She’d only just fallen asleep. And why was it so bright? It had been pitch black last night, and she had the stubbed toes to prove it, dammit.

Turning her head to get away from the annoying light only achieved for the crushing pressure to her ribs to increase, and Emilia gave up and opened her eyes.

Bright sunshine streamed into the room, and was that snow she could see? Her lips curved up into a smile. When had they last had snow on Christmas Eve? The crushing weight around her turned out to be Hunter’s arm and she wriggled slightly to get him to move, and then froze when her brain registered what she was seeing.

“Holy shit.”

She hadn’t realized she said that out loud until Hunter’s eyes flew open, and he let go of her. He yanked the sheet up his torso, and scowled. Jaw locked, eyes hooded, his entire frame tensed, and Emilia’s heart broke a little for him. She tugged on the sheet, and smiled at him.

“Please don’t hide them from me. Let me see.”

Hunter shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.

“Please, I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she had felt them. It wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her, but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy.

Hunter made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but oh God, there were so many of them.