“I need to take care of you,” I said to him.
“Not today,” he replied.
“You do realize that you are rocking the largest hard-on I’ve ever seen,” I noted.
He laughed. “I’m glad the other guys you’ve been with didn’t measure up.”
“Very funny.”
“No pun intended,” he laughed.
I laughed too. “But I still can’t leave you hanging this way. I want to satisfy you,” I said as I lay limbless in his arms.
“I want that when I know I completely have your trust,” he replied, which caused a big, silly smile to erupt on my lips. He was sweet.
“I should’ve known you’d be a gentleman from my babysitting days,” I confessed.
His eyes popped like he was having a deer-in-the-headlights moment. “What do you mean?”
“Just that the seventeen-year-old version of me always wondered what you’d be like,” I said as I drew circles with my finger on his abdomen.
“Thinking of you as Isla’s babysitter makes this feel…”
“Please don’t do that. I’m a woman now. We’ve done nothing wrong. So I fantasized about you as a teenager,” I confessed.
“You’re killing me, Catherine.”
“I need you to see me as a woman. Not some kid,” I said, feeling my nerves rise.
“Trust me when I say I don’t see you as a kid. If I did, then what just happened would definitely not have happened,” he assured me. “It’s just that being a dad is part of who I am, and if we’re going to date, then you need to know that Isla is the center of my world, and that can’t change.”
My heart thumped at his words. He was saying them like a warning. But little did he know, they made me fall for him even more. “It’s one of the things I like and respect about you.”
His shoulders instantly eased, and it looked like he took a cleansing breath. He tucked my hair behind my ear and then dipped his head and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he shifted above me. It also put his cock directly between my legs, which caused him to pause.
“I told you we’d wait for sex,” he said.
I groaned. “I don’t think I like you playing hard to get. I want you inside me,” I said.
Now it was his turn to groan. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Wipe that smirk off your face. I’m not having sex with you in there. Just give me a minute on my own to take care of business,” he said, looking at his very erect cock.
“Hell no. If you’re going to get yourself off in the shower, I’m coming to watch,” I insisted.
He hissed. “I don’t see how I’m surviving this relationship,” he said. Then he got up off the bed and gave me a hand.
“You’re in good shape. I think you’ll be able to handle all the sex, old man,” I laughed.
“Is that your medical opinion, Dr. Davis?” he asked.
“Yup, now come on and show me how it’s done,” I said as I guided him toward the master ensuite.
Hunter shook his head and laughed like he thought I was a handful. Truth was, I knew I was. We walked into the ensuite, and it was what I expected. Dark gray shiny tile. Taupe cabinets that were matte and sleek and masculine. The shower was huge with multiple jets. My parents had a shower like that in their room. I shared the other washroom with Mila and Jaden, and it was a lot more basic. Hunter started the shower and motioned for me to step in. He had the main showerhead running with a rain-shower effect.
“I think we should use the jets too,” I suggested.