His Regret by Bella J.

Chapter Twenty-Six

May 15, 2009

Hunter unlocked his front door,still not sure if he should be doing this. It had been two weeks since he started seeing Blue and she had insisted on seeing where he lived. His dump of an apartment was nothing more than an embarrassment, and if he could have avoided bringing her here, he would have. But for the last week, he could sense that she was becoming restless, and God knew so was he. Every time they kissed and it got a little heavier than just smooching, he could feel by the way she responded to him that she wanted more, that her body demanded more. Her hips would move in the most provocative way against him, pushing his self-control to the damn limit.

They would also sneak around the outside of bars and buildings, making out while he had her pinned against the wall. There was even the time in the back of her car where things got so heated, that when he cupped her breast for the first time and she arched her back, pushing her round flesh deeper into his palm, he couldn’t help but move between her legs. Both their jeans were still on, but neither of them could stop moving, searching for the pressure, the friction their bodies so desperately needed. Moans of pleasure filled the back of her car and they didn’t stop until both of them climaxed, still wearing their clothes. It was the first time in years Hunter dry humped anyone, but it couldn’t be helped. And even after he came in his pants, he still felt completely and utterly unsatisfied. The way she placed her hand on her forehead, biting her bottom lip, told him that she was far from satisfied as well. But the time wasn’t right then. Especially not in the back of a damn car.

He was so enthralled by her, by how he felt about her, that for the first time in his life he was afraid that sex might ruin it. Since when did sex ruin anything but innocence? And since when was he nervous about the whole concept of having sex with such a gorgeous woman? A woman who made his heart beat fast. A woman who had the power to make him feel like he could take on the world with her by his side. Hunter wasn’t blind. He saw the way people stared at them whenever they walked down the streets of Chicago, or when they entered a restaurant. Blue was a beautiful, refined, sophisticated woman, while he was a leather jacket wearing biker with long hair and torn jeans. Complete opposites from different sides of the tracks.

Hunter turned around and stared at her. “Are you sure you want to see where I live? It’s nowhere near as grand as your home. What’s it called again?”

She cocked a brow. “Bella Vista Estate.”

“Right. Bella Vista Estate.” An estate he secretly referred to as Fort Knox with big-ass walls.

“My place is a dump, Blue.”

“Hunter, open the door.” She smiled.

Reluctantly, he stood to the side as he opened the door, letting her walk in first. Lucky for him, he had kept his apartment tidy the last week since he knew it was only a matter of time before he would bring her here. He was just secretly hoping he might have won the lotto before he brought her home so he could show her a top floor loft rather than a crappy little apartment with a bed, a couch, and no cable.

He stood by the door and watched intently as she walked around his apartment. Nothing about her facial expression gave him the idea that she was disgusted, or even unimpressed. Of course, he also took the opportunity to admire her shapely legs and curvy ass in a light blue dress with the hem just above her knees. Her hair was in a tidy bun at the back of her neck and her lips were the faintest shade of pink. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

She turned around, still smiling. “Cozy.”

He snorted. “It’s a dump.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s a cozy dump.” They both laughed, and Hunter closed the door behind him.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“No.” She pulled down one strap of her dress over her shoulder…and then the other one. Hunter watched in awe as the dress fell from her body and pooled around her feet.

“Blue, what are you doing?” He licked his lips as his gaze swept over her perfect body. Ivory skin that teased his taste buds, making him want to drag his tongue over every part of her. And the perfectly shaped swell of her breasts covered with a soft pink lacy bra. A bra he wanted to tear off with his teeth.

“I’m ready, Hunter.”

He met her eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Blue.”

“I know. But I want to.”

She walked up to him and dragged her fingers along the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. When she placed her hands on his naked chest, his skin erupted with chills. Her softest touch was enough to set his insides aflame and make his cock feel like it was about to burst.

He felt her hands brush against his stomach as she started undoing his pants. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice already husky and low.

She placed a soft kiss just above his nipple, and he sucked in a breath. “I’m sure.”

When she popped that first button of his jeans, Hunter reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around him and their mouths collided. Feeling her skin against his was euphoric, like he was tripping on ecstasy, loving the warmth that spread from her to him. One strategic move of his fingers and he loosened her bra without effort.

Once they reached the bed, he put her down gently on her back, after which he wasted no time removing his pants while she watched him, her body already writhing on the covers. Seeing her beautiful body waiting and wanting him was a sight he would not soon forget. On his knees, he climbed onto the bed, and when he slowly, leisurely started to remove her panties, she lifted her hips and he guided the little piece of fabric over her thighs, her knees, until he tossed it on the floor.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and her cheeks flushed.

He kissed his way up her leg, her inner thigh, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled like lilies and vanilla, a scent he would always remember as hers. He felt every shudder that swept through her body with his every touch, his every kiss, and he wondered what he did to deserve such beauty in his life.

Hunter leaned over her and grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer. They were both so hungry for each other, so possessed by their need to be together that he knew it would be over quickly for both of them. But he was okay with that. He planned on making love to her every day for the rest of his fucking life.

With hooded eyes and parted lips, she welcomed him between her legs when he stretched out over her.

“I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered between breaths, and he stilled.

“What do you mean you’re glad it’s me?”

She opened her eyes and stared at him. “I’m glad you’re my first.”

He pushed himself up with one arm and stared down at her in shock. “You’ve never had sex before?”

She shook her head and a faint flush spread from her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks. Hunter knew she wasn’t as experienced as the girls he was used to. But it never once crossed his mind that she might still be a virgin. An almost twenty-one-year-old virgin woman was not something that came along every day. In fact, Hunter had never claimed a virgin before. Suddenly making love to her didn’t seem so simple anymore. This wouldn’t just be two people making love for the first time, this was also a woman giving a man the most precious gift she could give. Something she could give no one else.

“Blue—”

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and held him in place. “Don’t. Don’t take this away from me, Hunter. I want it to be you. I don’t want anyone else to be my first but you.”

She lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on his mouth while tangling her fingers in his hair. “Please.”

He kept on staring at her, thinking he had nothing to give this woman except his heart, and his love. There was nothing of worth he could give her. But by God he could give her this. He could give her him, this…them. A moment that would always be theirs, no matter what happened. No matter what the future held, no one would be able to take this away from them.

“You sure?” he asked when he wiped her hair out of her face and palmed her cheeks.

“I am.”

“Okay.”

With one hand still cupping her cheek, he slowly moved his other hand down to her thigh, over the curve of her behind, until he settled it behind her knee. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

He shifted forward just a little, and she closed her eyes. Hunter bit down on his lip, fighting the urge to thrust hard. Feeling her just this little bit had him teetering on the edge of losing control. So many nights he lay awake fantasizing about this exact moment, wondering what it would feel like to be inside her. Now here he was finally getting a taste of what it would feel like, but he had to take it slow—extremely slow—and it was torture.

With his eyes on her the entire time, he moved a little more and he noticed her cringe. “Are you okay?”

She just nodded while sucking her lower lip into her mouth. Hunter’s entire body was shaking, sweat starting to build up behind his neck while he fought against his own body willing him to push all the way inside her with one hard thrust.

A little more and he was almost halfway in. From the look on her face, he knew she was struggling. Hunter wasn’t an idiot. He was an above average sized fellow, with an above average sized cock. For the first—and probably the last—time in his life, he wished he wasn’t so big, that he didn’t have to hurt her this way.

“Blue, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, and he removed his hand from her knee, bringing it to her face. “I want you to look at me. Don’t close your eyes.” With his thumb, he traced her lower lip from one side to the other, wanting her to concentrate on his touch, his voice, rather than what he was about to do.

“Take a deep breath, Blue.”

And when she did, he pushed forward all the way inside, past the barrier of her innocence. She cried out and he placed his thumb inside her mouth, tightening his hold on her jaw. The intense pleasure that crashed through him was almost too much to control. She was so tight, so warm around him that he had to bury his face in her neck, groaning in the back of his throat. Not being able to thrust and move as his body demanded was a throbbing pain he had never experienced before. Sweat started to bead on his back between his shoulder blades and he felt the drops move down his spine. God, this was fucking agony.

He remained still for a few seconds, afraid to move, not wanting to hurt her further, yet every muscle in his body was strained as he struggled to keep control. Slowly he moved, easing back, before moving forward again. He wanted to give her body time to adjust to him, to absorb all the new sensations he knew swept through her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered when her cries died down a little.

“Yes,” she choked out, her voice low and soft. “Don’t stop moving.” Again and again he moved in and out of her. Soon her moans of pain turned into beautiful sounds of pleasure.

Just as he had suspected, both of them slipped off the edge within a matter of minutes. It was just too intense, too powerful to not let go. There was no way Hunter could have held on any longer. But thank God, neither could she.

Just as they both reached the pinnacle of their release, Hunter crushed his lips against hers, kissing her like he would die if he didn’t. It was the single most beautiful, most precious moment of his life. She was his, and he was hers. The way it should be. The way it would always be.

The second they came down from their high, he gently eased out of her, knowing she was probably aching all over. He hated that she had to experience this kind of discomfort because of him.

“Blue, you okay?”

Her eyes were closed and her face flushed. A single tear moved down her cheek as she nodded a silent yes. Leaning down he kissed away the tear, tasting the saltiness of it on his lips. He showered her cheek, her neck, her chest, every inch of her skin with his kisses, trying to let this beautiful moment between two lovers linger for as long as possible. Then he rolled onto his side.

She turned her head and looked at him. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

What the fuck? Disappoint him? By God, it was the best fucking experience of his life. He felt more satisfied than he had ever felt before.

He gripped the back of her neck tight, his gaze fixed on hers with intent. “That was the most beautiful moment of my entire fucking life.”

It truly was, and he knew nothing would ever be able to top that moment.