His lips twist into that wry smile of his and something tells me I’m going to pay for that reaction. His hands work over my body once more, starting at my breasts, running down my sides and over my stomach, and across my thighs. He caresses every part of me quite forcefully, his expression grave as if he’s trying to commit me to memory. Hunter avoids touching me where I need it most, working me into a frenzy. I bite my lip to keep from begging. When his fingers eventually skim my folds, it makes me jolt. A buzz of gratification already simmers through my veins. He uses a light touch—one that I can barely feel and I close my eyes to focus on it. He circles slowly and back and forth. I bet he’s enjoying teasing me, putting me on edge. Torturing me.
Finally, his movements get stronger and I gasp when the first sparks of pleasure kindle deep inside. He strokes me with an expert touch and my body responds eagerly. I swear the man is ridiculously good with his fingers.
Before long I can’t take any more and I drag open my eyes and try to push his hand away. “I need…” I blow out a breath. “I need you, Hunter. Just you.”
That smirk is back on his face again. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Do I? Well I do now. And I guess, in spite of my independence, it’s what I’ve always wanted. Deep down, I’ve lusted after the heroes in books who laid their life on the line for their woman. With Hunter, I think it’s all or nothing. I think he could be the kind of guy who would do that.
He tears his T-shirt over his head and I come up to my knees too, my hands shaking at the thought of touching him. It seems to take forever for my hands to come into contact with his flesh. It’s hot, taut, smooth and looks divine. Muscles sculpt his body and a line of dark hair trails down from his torso into his jeans. I lick my lips as it taunts me with what lies beneath. I follow the lines on his stomach with one finger.
We’re both on our knees and I’m acutely aware of my nudity, but I’m too concerned with his now to care. I need to see the rest of him.
“Stand up,” I command huskily.
He grins and stands. Kicking off his boots, he flings away his socks, giving me a chance to admire the undulation of the muscles in his arms and across his back. Then, after he snaps his jeans, he inches them down until he’s stood in his boxers. The dusting of dark hair on his legs begs for my touch and I scoot forward, still on my knees to smooth my hands up and down them. My mouth is in line with his stomach and I kiss that tempting trail of hair and the dark letters of his tattoo as his arousal prods my chin.
“And the rest.”
His underwear comes off and I bite back a groan. I swear, a man should not be so beautiful. I go to touch him but he grips my wrist and I flick a questioning look up at him.
“I wouldn’t. Soon, but not now. You have no idea what you to do a man—what you do to me.”
I nod, dumbstruck yet again by his words. I wish I had such a way with words. How does he know exactly what to say and when to say it?
He pulls protection out of his discarded jeans and I help him roll it on then Hunter uses my wrist to press me back and I’m cocooned by the couch cushions once more. We stare at each other for a moment before he kneels between my thighs. A few more touches of his fingers and I’m close to the edge again. He puts his weight over me and takes my mouth. I can’t hold anything back now. I need it however he’s going to give it to me. Hard and fast or soft and slow.
With a tender touch, he lifts my leg around his hips and I do the same with the other. His hardness brushes me and I bite my lip. Hunter gazes down at me, eyes tender. “I’m going to love you, princess. Not fuck you, but love you.”
“Oh God.”
Just the way he says it makes me tingle all over. That’s exactly what I need right now. Hunter making love to me. And whatever he does, he won’t go wrong. He reads my body so well.
One hand propping himself up, the other on my hip, he skims my heat several times, then pushes his way in. The steely heat invading carefully makes me gasp and my vision blurs slightly with tears. Once we’re fully joined, he rests his forehead against mine and we adjust to the feel of one another.
“Like heaven,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
His lips find mine and there’s no holding back. We start off slow, his hips pulsing gently but soon we’re carried away and the couch is creaking with each movement. I cry out as every thrust seems to reach deep inside me.
I grip his ass and tilt my head back. His mouth finds the crook of my neck and he kisses and nibbles as he pounds into me. Words fall from his lips—my name, princess, other endearments. I absorb them all as the world comes crashing down around me. I throw back a hand to grab onto something—the couch cushion in the end—and I buck against him, unable to do anything but accept the pure pleasure coursing through me. With great spasms, I come, leaving me breathless and weak.
Hunter doesn’t even stop, doesn’t even falter. He brings his mouth to mine to kiss me deeply, acknowledging my climax in a frantic movement. With several more hard thrusts that almost have me shooting to the edge again, he groans and I lift my head to watch. He keeps his gaze on me and his brow furrows. Muscles tense under my fingers.
“Shit, Jess…” he says harshly, his powerful body shuddering against me.
Slick with sweat, he relaxes, weight propped up by one elbow and the cushions at the side of us. Bringing his thumb to my face, he rubs it across my cheek, pushes the loose stands of hair from it. A wide grin cracks across his jaw and I can’t help but grin back.
“Christ, Hunter, that was…”