“It wouldn’t surprise me if it was more than that,” I retort. “You let them feel you up. Of course I’m thinking that’s also one of the things you do.”
He chuckles. “Thanks for the compliment. I feel flattered, but no, I’m not a gigolo,” he muses. “God. You almost sound like a girlfriend.”
My eyes widen and my entire body heats up from his comment. Only now do I notice his black t-shirt is completely soaked, and sticks to his delicious body. I can see every nook, each dent, all the hard lines and curves of his muscles. It’s almost … bare. Just the mere thought of seeing him naked is turning my brains to mush.
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My hands are shivering, so I clench the car behind me. It doesn’t stop the trembling.
“You know, I quite like this quibbling. It got some fun back into my life,” he says, chortling.
“You’re just provoking me.”
He frowns, but his lips still show his amusement. “I’m dead serious. It’s funny seeing you get so worked up over nothing.”
“It’s not nothing!”
“Hmm … no, I know what you want. You want to be the first to tame me. And you want me to ravage you.”
He squints, flashing a grin that’s making me flush so badly.
My folds are getting wet, I can feel it. I can’t help myself, even though I feel so fucking bad for feeling like this right now. He just does that to me.
But all he wants is to incite me to get angry.
“You’re just making a joke out of this.”
“Why would I?” His eyes are half-mast now.
“Because I told you I never really had a boyfriend before, and you think that’s funny.”
He closes his eyes, cocks his head and laughs loudly. I just stare at him, fazed.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” he says after a while.
“What?”
“I’ve tried to keep you away from me. To show you that I’m a bastard. To make you see that I’m fucking messed up. And you still want me.”
I suck in my lip as he says those last words.
“Who said I want you? You keep putting those words into my mouth. I never said anything like that.”
He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a guttural groan instead. The sound turns on every part of my body. It’s hard to ignore my pulsing nub, and the overwhelming need to let him be the first to take me.
My body is telling me to jump his bones, while my brain is telling me to run as fast as I can. I don’t know what I really want anymore.
“And don’t say those things about yourself.”
He shakes his head. “But you can?”
“Yes, well―”
“Oh, just shut up already.”
Suddenly he inches closer and presses his lips firmly down onto mine.
My eyes are wide open. Hunter’s lips are crushing mine. He’s kissing me.
Am I dreaming?
His hot mouth covers mine and ravishes me. Alternating soft kisses with harsh ones, he’s driving me insane.
My eyes close as he keeps kissing me.
He’s so fucking good at this, I swear I’m going to faint. I’ve never been kissed like this before. He’s like a predator, a prowling animal, and I’m the feast he’s indulging himself with.
His long, lavish licks turn me on so much that I moan in his mouth. He responds with a groan, sending shocks through my entire body.
We’re kissing in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, both wet and wild, and it’s amazing.
Soon his hands find their way to the small of my back where he digs his fingers into my skin. His kisses are sexy and sensual, and everything I imagined them being. Licking my lips in between his kisses, he forces my mouth to part and dips his tongue inside. He explores my mouth, and lets his hands reign freely over my back. Everywhere he goes, goose bumps pop up, and my body trembles from his touch.
Hunter steps closer and puts his hands on my waist. He lifts me up and sets me down on the hood of the car with no problem, continuing his wolfish raid on me. My thighs go watery as his legs part mine. He nudges me open, getting closer and closer as if he wants to claim my body right here, right now.
With his full, beautiful mouth on mine, I give up the fight. He’s tempted me, chased me, persuaded me, and now I’m his.
His scorching kisses feel so hungry, so full of desire, I can’t help but get completely wound up.
He moans one last time before retreating and gazing right at me. I don’t want him to stop. The sensual look in his eyes seeps into every one of my pores, awakening my blooming sexuality.
“You’re not fighting me anymore …” I don’t know if that’s a question or a statement. His husky voice turns me upside down and makes me feel so aroused.