Never Been Kissed(95)

Hunter kisses me, long and deep, lapping at my mouth, tasting me like he has nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. He’s the only man who’s ever wanted to spend time on me, and while a part of me knows this is a dangerous thought, that I’m going to build him too far up in my head, I can’t bring myself to care, not when I’m about to splinter apart from the sheer bliss of it all.

“Sera...” Hunt growls again, bringing my memory back to the couch, where we were minutes ago, him unraveling before me, spilling into my hands.

I somehow get closer to him, fitting our bodies tighter, pressing ourselves into one another as I work my hips, back and forth, rubbing myself along the ridge of him underneath the towel.

His hands get underneath my shirt, and I’m so worked up, crazed with my need to come that I don’t even register that he’s touching my belly, my ribs, down to my lower back and up again. I don’t even realize he’s pulled down a cup of my bra until I feel his callused thumb swipe along my nipple, sending an arc of lightning to my sex, almost, almost sending me over the edge.

“Hunter,” I moan into his mouth, nipping a bit too hard on his bottom lip. I’m crazed, I’ve lost all control of my body and an alien invasion wouldn’t stop me from working myself on him, from bucking my hips along that perfect ridge underneath me to get myself where I want to be.

His arms wind around my back, leaving my nipple as I whimper into his mouth, a little mew that I never thought I would make when I came to this point. It’s needy and honest and sexy. Coupled with the sound of his groans rumbling through his chest, the way my skin tightens and tingles I-I-I...

My breath hitches one last time, a whimpering moan escaping my throat, passing through my mouth and into his. I can’t breathe anymore, so I pull back and bury my face in his neck, licking along the tendon from shoulder to throat, nipping at it like it’s an anchor to the here and now when the rest of my body has flown to the stars. My hips slowly stop moving as I try and catch my breath.

Hunter holds me close, hands roaming along my back that’s all at once soothing and comforting. I lean back on his lap, face flaming, throat Sahara dry. I don’t look at him as I get myself off of him on unsteady legs.

“I’ll see you in bed,” I mumble, too befuddled to even think about going back to my place. He’d probably just follow me there, anyway, and then I’d have his scent on my sheets and no peace of mind.

When I settle into the navy sheets, I make sure my back is turned to the hall, my cheek pressed tight into the pillow. I waited all of four months since we’ve been dating to do what I did. He probably thinks I’m easy, not much better than Aly.

Where moments before the fire consumed me, I’m now doused with ice, even as it settles in my chest cavity. I don’t know how I lost control like that, how I let myself do that. In doing so, I saw how much control Hunt has over me, and I don’t like it. This is all so new and terrifying that even now, at my age, I’m not sure if I can handle it.

The water’s shut off, and I know I won’t be alone for long. I don’t know how to act, or be, or what he wants to hear. Do I praise his sexiness? Do I tell him how much I enjoyed what we did on his bathroom floor (even though I did)? God, I wish I could call Katie and have her run me through a play-by-play on what’s supposed to happen next.

I hear him go down the hall, presumably to turn off the TV. I hear the towel drop once he’s back in his room, and ruffling as he goes through his dresser to pull on some boxers. Only then does he get into bed with me, only then.

He lies down on his side, moving as close as he can get so we’re facing each other.

“Sera? You awake?”

I mumble an affirmative, trying to get his features straight in the dark. The room is black as pitch, so I can’t even tell where his eyes are, where his mouth is; I could be sleeping next to a stranger.

“Can I give you this shirt to wear and you throw your nerdy one on the floor?”

Well, shit, my heart just melted. “Why?” I whisper in the dark, feeling like we’re the only two people alive.

He clears his throat, coming closer to me, managing to grab my hand under the covers and give me a fistful of his tee. “For one, I love seeing you in my clothes. For second, baby, I’ve been waiting a long time for those nerdy shirts of yours to be on my bedroom floor. Please?”

I sigh like he’s totally inconveniencing me. Truth of the matter is, I love wearing his clothes, too, even though my nerdy ones are far more supreme.

I go to my back on the bed, making sure the covers are up to my chin. Arching my back, I get my bra clip undone, and thread it through both sleeves before throwing it on the ground. I then disappear under the covers, and switch shirts. When I come back up for air, I’m hauled into Hunter’s side as he rolls into me, a thigh pushing its way in between my legs, making sure my body knows exactly where he is. The arm that was encircling my waist as he pulled me closer, extends and goes up to the back of my head, turning me towards him as half is chest settles on me.