Fierce(67)

We drift to our rooms, stumbling over each other’s feet. I can’t take my mouth off his, he’s that delicious.

But then he does.

My lips feel raw and swollen, and I need his kisses to soothe the pain, but he inches back.

“Don’t stop,” I say, but he grabs my wrists and drapes them off his shoulder.

“You’re tired. I’m tired.” He fakes a yawn.

“No I’m not. You’re just making this up. You don’t want to kiss me.”

I cross my arms below my boobs, making sure they’re nice and perky for him to see. Of course, when his eyes sink to my chest area, I muffle a laugh, feeling victorious.

“Hmm … You don’t even know how much I want to kiss you. I want it so goddamn much, I dream about it. Ever since I met you I’ve been waking up with a huge hard-on.”

I gulp at those words.

“I also know that when I do put my mouth on yours, I can’t stop,” he continues.

“Then don’t,” I say, hooking my fingers in his pants, urging him to come closer.

“No, I’m holding myself back already, don’t make it so hard on me, please,” he mutters.

“I don’t want you to hold back anymore,” I say.

“I told you before, I don’t do sweet sex. You’re a virgin. Sort of,” he grins, probably thinking about our other night together. “I don’t want to mess this up with you.”

“Why are you so afraid?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lip.

I’ve never been so bold before, but I feel different today. Changed. He’s turned me into a more confident girl. A girl who can handle herself. A girl who goes after what she wants. A woman. Fierce.

He gasps when I kiss his jawline. “God, you’re making this really hard,” he says.

He makes a deep, rumbling sound, alerting all my senses. My hand drifts up his shirt, and I feel my way across his amazingly tight abs that just scream to be touched.

“I don’t think that’s the only thing I’m getting hard,” I whisper close to his ears.

He lets out an exasperated breath. “Fuck. Do you know how hot you sound when you say those dirty things?” he says, chuckling.

“I’ve always wanted you. I’m ready for you,” I say.

My hand searches for the doorknob behind me, and when I find it, I open the door to my room.

Hunter’s everything I dream about. He’s the bad boy that keeps me alert. The guy who awakens my inner desires. The person who makes me overcome my fears and fight. We’re complete opposites, and now I finally understand why they say opposites attract.

I’m not just attracted to him. It’s so much more than that.

I want him to be the one.

“Please …” I murmur close to his ear. “Make me yours.” And then I kiss him one last time on his neck.

“Fuck. That’s it,” Hunter growls. “You asked for it.”

I’m taken by surprise as he grabs my arms and pushes me through the door. He slams it shut behind him, and then smashes his lips onto mine. With his calloused fingers he grabs my face, and his tongue dips out during his fierce kisses. He’s rough, and nibbles on my lip as I desperately try to get closer to him. I want to feel him, to have him, body to body.

He looks at me for just a few seconds with half-mast eyes. “I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Nor your pussy.” He licks his lips when he says those words, and I just want to put my tongue right there.

“I wanted to take it slow, give you time to adjust to me, but now you’ve done it,” he says in between kisses. “I’m gonna take you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name.”

Hunter turns me around, pushes me up against the door, and sinks his mouth to mine. He tastes so delicious, and all I can think of his having his lips all over me. I push my breasts up to his chest, my nipples aching, desperate for his touch, but he’s completely fixated on my lips.

And oh God, the way he kisses me. It’s as if he wants to show me what he can do. Like he’s fucking my mouth.

Frenzied, my fingers latch around his body, trying to fuse with him. Each time Hunter breathes, his hungry eyes open to catch my gaze. My lips feel raw, and they’re buzzing. I love it. He smiles when he sees me wired up because of his rabid kisses.

I reach for the bottom of his shirt and scrunch it up. He raises his arms, letting me jerk it over his head. I still marvel at the sight of his beautiful body, those taut muscles and square pectorals. I love that it’s all mine.

“Am I the only one?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little insecure. I’m just a geek, and he’s hot as fuck. It’s hard for me to imagine him only being into me.