Never Been Kissed(122)

I refuse to gulp like I’m in major trouble. When I expect him to take over and start kissing the life out of me, he just settles on his side and brings me close so that we’re face to face. He looks at me for a long time.

“I swear I’ll never hurt you again.” He moves the bulk of my hair over my shoulder, exposing the skin of my throat. He leans in and kisses me, the softest grazing of his lips. The feeling is bliss and torture mixed together. My body is made of electricity dancing along my skin, along my insides as I feel myself needing him, wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

When he reaches that spot just below my ear, I shiver hard enough for him to be dislodged and hear his chuckle as he nuzzles my neck. “Fuck, everything you do gets me hard.”

I’m astonished that I can do that – make him hard, by really doing nothing at all. “I didn’t even do anything.”

Hunter doesn’t answer because he’s kissing me, and I’m kissing him back and it’s never been this good, this desperate. I become acutely aware that I can do this; I can give him my virginity.

When my arms go around his neck and I crush myself to him, Hunter rolls us so I’m on my back and he’s got one thigh between my legs, pinning the skirt of my dress to the bed underneath his weight. I feel him, hard through his pants, resting against my hip, and I want him, I need him inside me.

One of his hands goes to the base of my throat, the drum of my pulse beating against his fingers as I slowly become wild with lust. I tug at the shoulders of his suit, unwilling to move my mouth from his to tell him to take it off.

Hunter pulls himself from me, struggling with his suit jacket, trying to take it off before tossing it to the ground. Panting and up on his knees he looks down at me like he can’t believe his luck, like he can’t believe I’m real.

“I... I did something dumb. Or genius.” he says, going for the buttons of his shirt. He looks down at the buttons and chuckles, but in the light I can tell he’s blushing. Hunter MacLaine is blushing. Oh, wow.

“I was hoping you’d be in my bed tonight, so I needed some extra insurance. It just seems really stupid now, like you’d really go for it...”

I don’t even care what he’s saying, I’m completely fascinated by what his fingers are showing me as he undoes button after button. I don’t see any slice of skin, but rather, another shirt underneath...

Oh, God. Fuck.

My Loki panties are soaked, and I can’t help but moan as he spreads his half-opened shirt and reveals what’s underneath. My breath comes in little hitches and I’m aching for him, body on fire at what I see.

Hunter MacLaine is spreading his shirt open while he’s wearing another shirt underneath. Not just any shirt... a Superman shirt, like he’s the Man of Steel ready to take off his Clark Kent disguise and go save Metropolis.

I squeeze my thighs together, hands going to my mouth as I moan.

“Oh my God. Oh, God. Hunt-Hunter. What?” I somehow get on my knees and practically slam into him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and rubbing my body all over him. He laughs at me between kisses, and sweeps of tongue.

“Fuck, baby, if I knew it would get you this excited-”

“No more talking. No! Don’t take off the shirt!” My hands go to his as he tries to reach behind him to yank them both off with one go. “I want it on,” I pant, wrapping my hands around his wrists.

This is a problem. I want to touch him all over. I want to glide my hands over his thick muscles, over the ridges on his ribs, and the shallow dips of his abs. This is too good to pass up. I can always touch later.

Hunter takes control again, kissing me while his hands go to my back and on the tab of my zipper. I can’t help my reaction to freeze and want to push him away. The only person who has ever seen me naked is me, and I haven’t been very nice to myself.

“I need to tell you something,” I mumble against his mouth, having missed this contact so much. “Hunter?”

He’s not paying attention and all of mine has zeroed in on the lowering of my zipper from the top of my spine to just above the waistband of my Loki panties. Shit. He’s going to see them.

Hunter pulls away from me, staring. His mouth is wet from me, open as he tries to catch his breath. Every time his chest expands for air, it brushes against my aching nipples and I need more, more, more.

“We’re going to do this slow, baby.” His hands have stopped moving. Why have they stopped moving? “If I do anything you don’t like, you just have to tell me, yeah? Anything at all, and I’ll stop. Swear to God.”

My throat’s too tight to speak, my heart drumming hard in my chest cavity. This is it. There’s too much to process, but everything feels too good to stop. I’m terrified and elated; I’m crippled with nerves and high on his kiss all at the same time.