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hands moved, exploring beneath her shirt, slipping his fingers between her skin and bra. Then he  shoved her shirt above her belly, his fingers deftly unclasping the front bracket of her bra. His mouth broke away from her lips and took one of her nipples.
    Amber gasped and felt her back arch with need.
    Hunter didn't waste time. He unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to just above her knees. The fabric restricted her legs but Hunter simply pushed her knees up so he could reach with his fingers.
    Amber moaned as he touched her. The roughness of Hunter's jeans against her legs and the feel of the leather seat beneath her made her go crazy. She heard panting and saw that Hunter was trying to free a condom from his wallet with one hand. Reaching up, she pulled it away from him and tore it open herself.
    When Hunter finally pushed himself inside her, Amber had to suppress her cries against his shoulders. She felt as though she was flying, the pressure building and building until she lost herself, her body jerking under his. When Hunter collapsed against her, she felt his heart hammering against her own.
    “Well, that was a new experience for me,” Hunter said softly, chuckling.
    Amber groaned.
    “I hope no one heard us.”
    “ Hmm . . .They would have just been jealous,” Hunter said, nuzzling her cheek. “I'll always have fond memories of this car.”
    He chuckled.
    “I still can't believe I just had sex in a car.”
    Amber still felt mortified.
    “Come on, Baby,” Hunter said. “We were probably one of the few people who hadn't already had sex in a car.”
    “ You're not making me feel better,” Amber moaned. “Here, help me get my bra hooked again.”
    “ I don't think you need it,” Hunter said, moving to kiss a breast.
    Amber gave him a gentle smack.
    “Stop that! That was your one shot.”
    Hunter shifted and pulled up his jeans.
    “I guess I can't complain,” he said, smirking.
    Amber adjusted her clothes and pawed at her hair.
    “Do I look like I just had backseat car sex?” she asked anxiously.
    Hunter only laughed.
    “You look gorgeous as always, Baby.”
    He hopped out of the car and got into the driver's seat.
    Amber finished adjusting her clothes. She seriously considered staying in the backseat. But that would lead to some weird looks when she got out of the car. It would be just like the professor or her husband to be in the driveway when the got back to the apartment. Sighing, she hurried out of her side of the car and into the front passenger seat.
    “ Now I feel like I can drive home safely,” Hunter announced cheerfully. “You know my motto.”
    Despite her best intentions, Amber had to smile.
    “I know. Safety first!”
     

Chapter 7
     
     
    The next several weeks passed much too quickly. Before Amber was mentally prepared, it was time for Hunter to leave. The morning of his departure, she woke in his arms, not wanting to move. She opened her eyes sleepily and found Hunter staring at her, his emerald eyes soft.
    “Good morning, Gorgeous,” he whispered.
    “ And  good morning to you to,” Amber whispered back.
    If only she could freeze time so that she could always be lying in Hunter's arms like this.
    Hunter seemed content to simply cuddle against her without speaking. The moment was only ruined after Amber's traitorous stomach rumbled and gurgled.
    “ All right, all right,” Hunter said at last, laughing and kissing her belly.
    “ I'll get us some food.”
    Amber watched him slip on a pair of jeans. As Hunter left the room, she snuggled lazily in the covers, thankful that at least she had not been scheduled to work that day. She couldn't believe that it had only been a matter of weeks since she had moved in as a roommate. The guys had been great about making her feel welcome. Particularly Hunter, she thought with satisfaction. Although she still had her own room in the apartment, she spent most nights in his bed.
    Of course, now Hunter was going away for twelve weeks.