Page 23 of Waiting for You (Balsam Cliffs #3)

It’s everything we ever talked about. Both of our hobbies in one room so that we could be together. A lump forms in my throat as I run my hand over the shelves he so clearly built in here. For me. Even when he didn’t think there was a chance in hell I’d be the one to come in here.

It really solidifies that everything he’s said is the truth.

Swiping at my eyes, I quietly close the door and walk off in the direction of the master. Soaking in the tub sounds glorious with one of those bath bombs. It stabs me with jealousy that there was another woman who might have enjoyed the bathtub before me, leaving behind such nice bath accessories.

Whatever. At least I’m the one using them now. And this whole house was built for me, not her.

I sink into the hot water and drop the lavender bath bomb in, letting it fizz around me. Placing the bath pillow on the edge, I sink back and pull up my reading app on my phone. This is turning out to be the best morning.

After the water goes cold for the third time, I hop out and dry off.

I only now realize that I don’t have any clean clothes.

So I go rummaging through his drawers. Finding a long sleeve tee that swims on me, I slip into the shirt.

Heading off to the couch I grab a blanket and get settled in the library with the comfy couch.

Sinking into the cloud like cushions proves my thoughts were right about how comfortable this was. And subsequently how dangerous it would be to get sucked in with a good book for any productivity.

Good thing I have nothing to do today but wait for Hunter.

Me: Damn. This thing is comfortable. selfie of me on the couch with the blanket

Hu: Is it? I’m glad.

Me: What do you mean? You’ve never taken a nap on this bad boy?

Hu: Nope. I told you the house was waiting for you. So was I.

Me: Except the tub and your bed.

Hu: I mean, I had to use the shower and my bed. But no one else has ever been there.

Me: Then whose bath stuff is in there?

Hu: I put Momma and Ems in charge of decorating and supplying the rooms once they were renovated. Ems thought that the bath needed an aesthetic. Whatever that means. shrugging emoji

I don’t know how to feel. He never let anyone else in the house? No other woman has ever been in his bed, or any part of the house?

Hu: It’s always been for you. All of it. I didn’t want any part of it tainted with another woman unless I knew you were truly gone.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

“ You don’t have to say anything. I just didn’t want you to ever feel second best in this space.”

I take him in, his dark jeans and Henley tee that seem to be his uniform. Shucking off his pants and tee he climbs across the ottoman to get to me.

“I’m not expecting anything. I just want to hold you and I helped Liam fix a tractor so I’m dirty.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Hunter Keaton.” I reach out pulling him to me and he climbs under the blanket, pressing his body flush against mine.

“I love you, Peach. I never, in my life, wanted to make you feel anything like I did that day. And if there was ever a chance I’d get you back, shit, I took every precaution I could to not hurt you more.” He nuzzles into my neck, trailing kisses up to my lips.

“I love you too, Hunt. Even though I don’t want to admit it and I hated myself for it for years, I never stopped.”

His lips melt into mine, his lips soft and demanding. Our limbs tangle under the blanket.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you again? How long I’ve dreamed of having you here like this when I got home?” He murmurs into my lips.

“Make love to me, Hunt. Sweet and slow. Please?” My breathy begging is his undoing as he reaches between my thighs.

“No underwear, really?”

“I don’t have any clean clothes.” Getting impatient I reach into the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrap my fingers around his cock.

He growls pulling the tee over my head and shedding his underwear. His already hard cock springs free against my hand.

“Please, I just want to feel you.” He rolls, hovering above me. Thank God for this massive couch that’s basically one big bed.

Reaching down he slides his finger through me, spreading my wetness up and around my clit before grabbing the head of his cock and following the same path. He slides into me slowly, letting me savor the feel of every inch slipping in.

“You feel like heaven, Peach.” He returns to kissing me, lazily moving his hips back and forth. Slow torture that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

The sweet kisses, his hands dug into my hair, my hands roam his back, it’s all just so damn perfect it brings tears to my eyes.

He swipes his thumb over the fallen tear on my cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong? What did I do?” He stills his body, but I urge him to keep moving.

“Nothing. You do everything right and it’s all so perfect, like nothing ever happened between us. Just this big wasted time for what?”

“I’m so sorry. I won’t ever be able to take that back.”

“I don’t want you to. I think that's why everything is so perfect now.” I kiss him again, letting him swallow my tears along with my moans.

Not quickening his pace he reaches between us, rubbing my clit with his rough and calloused fingers. Between his fingers rubbing circles and his cock filling me with just the right amount of pressure I’m ready for him.

“Hunter, please. Please.”

“Are you going to come for me, Peach? Give me what I love so much?”

“Yes.” I pant out.

“You’re going to come with me, I want to feel you squeeze my cock dry while you orgasm around me. Do you understand?” He gives me instructions between kisses.

“I understand. I’m so ready.”

“Good girl.”

His pace quickens just a fraction. I squeeze, trying to stave off the orgasm that wants to ricochet through my body.

“Shit. Keep doing that.” He pleads through grit teeth and I love that I have him on the edge like I am.

Pulsing my muscles around his cock, I feel him still. “Come for me, Peach. Now.” He pinches my clit and then smooths out the pain as I let my orgasm take over.

We lay there together, both of us panting to catch our breath. He pushes the hair out of my face, peppering me with kisses.

“I promise to never make you feel unloved again. I’ll show you every day how much I love you if you’ll let me.”

I swallow hard, the emotion clogging my throat again, so I only nod in response.

He slips off me, returning a moment later with a warm cloth to clean me up.

“I’ll go grab lunch. I left it on the counter.” He kisses my forehead before walking out and I slip the tee back over my head before I think better of it. That man just went to get lunch completely naked and I’m not going to be the one to take a second round off the table.

Picking up my phone, I open his contact and add another letter back. Hell, I’m tempted to add them all and a little red heart for good measure.