I love his weight on me, the way his big body cages me in on either side, completely covering me. My body still thrums with need, and I still haven’t moved my hands from his cock. I may not be beautiful, but I’m awesome enough to get Hunter MacLaine to totally lose control.
“Fuck, Sera.” His voice vibrates along the skin of my neck, muffled and sexy to have him this close to me. “I swear I was in orbit. Jesus Christ.”
I’m not grinning. Nope, not one bit. Liar.
“Come with me, we need to clean you up.” As he moves his hips back away from my hands, dragging himself across the soft flesh of my palms, he shivers, chewing on his lip as he lets out a groan. He wipes my hands on his boxers, fully unzipping his jeans, and dropping them to the floor. We walk together to his bathroom, me fully dressed, and Hunter in only his underwear.
And the way it molds to his ass? Bloody hell.
I wash up, then with semi-wet hands I push the hair back out of my face, watching the way my hazel eyes seem to sparkle, and the way my cheeks look like they’re stained with blush. This is the best I have ever looked in a mirror.
I watch Hunter come up behind my reflection, careful not to touch me, but the mere suggestion of his presence nearly undoes me. My legs quiver, and the ache that had dulled between my legs has my whole body tightening again. He moves my hair to the side, away from my neck, and kisses my pulse, the stubble on his face rasping against my skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Sera.”
I give him a small smile in the mirror. He looks up at me from the skin of my neck, his hands winding around my ribs, to press into my belly then down to my hips. I don’t remember how to breathe. He’s building a fire in me that I just want to let rage and consume me.
“I need to wash up. You can stay, or you can meet me in my bed.”
I wish I could raise an eyebrow. At times like these, I really really wish I could. “I don’t want to have sex tonight.”
He pushes more hair out of the way and kisses me right below my ear. His lips there, God, I feel it between my legs, in the dark feeling in my lower belly, in the way I lick my lips and crane my head for more, needing more. More kisses, more touches.
“I didn’t say anything about sex. We do whatever you want. Those are the rules, remember?”
I frown at our reflection. Holy hell, we look good together. If we were naked, standing like that, my curves would cover his hips, the indent of my waist would show off his abs as he stands behind me, and his broad shoulders would eclipse where my shoulders would sit lower on his torso. Maybe this is supposed to happen, after all.
“I think I just want to sleep. Can you do that?”
“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” His blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. He squeezes me closer to his body and I lose my breath.
“Take care of me?”
“Baby, look at you. You’re primed for me, probably with the lightest brush of my fingers, I’m going to have you coming. Why won’t you let me?”
Frak, his words – almost, almost but not there. I’m going to have to take a cold shower, or take care of myself when he’s taking one.
“All you have to do is ask. Fuck, Sera, you can have whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want, I swear.”
I nod, look away from our bodies. “I know. I really just want to sleep. This has been a lot for me tonight.”
He nods at me in the mirror, but not before taking my earlobe and gently sucking on it, with a hint of teeth. The sensation shoots down to my sex, and the ache is so great I moan in yearning.
“Let me finish you, Sera. Please, baby, let me do that for you,” he rasps in my ear in between sucking my lobe. My breath hitches again, a catch of air in my throat that means I’m ready for it.
I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin. Not yet. And I don’t want to tell him either, or have him feel if my hymen is still intact. No, no, no. But I want what I want.
“Wrap a towel around your waist and get rid of your boxers.” He does this. “Sit on the floor.” He sits. I watch him looking up at me, a wicked smile on his mouth that tells me he knows he’s won the battle, but I plan on winning the war.
With his legs splayed out in front of him, I go to my knees, and crawl into his lap, until only the towel, my sweats and panties separate us. I crush myself to his chest, abs to abs. My nipples are hard points under my bra, aching for skin-on-skin contact. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, fitting myself directly over him. My whole body contracts at the point of contact, ready to detonate.
I lose my breath in a little hitch, grinding myself on him. He’s basically naked and I’m fully dressed and the contrast has that inferno building hotter and hotter inside me, my skin burning with a kind of fever-heat.