‘Lily.’ There was almost a pleading note in his deep sensual voice as his lips nuzzled into her neck. Her eyes closed in submission as he pressed his lips harder to her flickering pulse. ‘I don’t want to sleep alone…’
He was peeling her jacket off—no invitation required, pulling her top over her head in one easy movement, expert fingers unhinging her bra. She felt the shift as her breasts fell plumply into his waiting hands, felt the swell of arousal as his fingers worked her nipples, his tongue hot now as he licked her areola in painful, ever-decreasing circles, teasing the swollen centre with a glimpse of his velvet caress but never quite taking it fully in till she begged.
Till she took his hair and guided him, till she placed his mouth where it was needed now, and even though she’d never been one for one-night stands, the ‘casual’ in sex an enigma to her, she’d never been in the hands of a master before, never felt the rush of blood to her most private places, beaten only by the heavy pad of his finger. His mouth worked on, suckling her till surely she would come in his mouth.
Without even asking direction, he kissed her into the bedroom, mouth, hands everywhere as he slid her along the hallway wall, discarding her clothes en route. He switched on the light, for which she was pathetically grateful, because if there was ever a body to see naked it was his.
He undressed himself. He dealt with every practicality, stood over her as she lay shivering with want on the bed as he disrobed. And it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen—the slow teasing opening of a decadent parcel, more blissful with each revelation, her nails digging into her palms as he unbuttoned his shirt. No torturous waxing for Hunter, the smattering of black hair fanning his broad chest, circling his dark nipples, making her stomach curl inside. Wide-eyed, drunk on arousal, she watched with almost fascinated terror as he slid down the zipper on his suit pants. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she shivered out a greedy moan at the stunning delicacy on offer. Slender-hipped, with a toned flat stomach, his flesh was generous in only the right place, his black pubic hair silken and unusually straight, as if warning Lily of the rarity of the treasure she was viewing. And as he knelt on the bed beside her, it was impossible not to reach out, impossible not to touch him.
‘Careful,’ Hunter warned, but she was way beyond that, caution long since blown to the wind, feeling the soft velvet skin beneath her fingers, the potent hardness alive in her hands as his mouth drank from hers, drowning as he pushed her down further, as with practised ease he slid on a condom and parted her knees with his thighs.
‘Don’t move.’ It was an impossible order. He was stabbing at her entrance, filling her slowly, and she wanted to move with him, to drag him in deeper, for him to fill her, but Hunter was insistent. ‘You’re not to move until I say you can.’
Eyes wide open, he stared down at her as he teased her with the first inches of his generous member, till she was weeping out loud, his hands a vice-like grip on her hips as she fought the urge to move with him. Yet when she started to, when her body couldn’t play to his imposed tune, he upped the stakes and pinned her down with his full weight, till all she could do was taste him, taste the salt of his chest as he slid over her and within her, giving her a little more of himself with each measured thrust, till finally he released her, not with his body but with one shuddering word.
‘Now!’
She coiled around him, arched into him as her body spasmed into a heated frenzy, her fingers digging into his taut buttocks as he filled her completely, and each deep contraction of her orgasm should have been the last, but it went on and on for ever—even when he’d spent himself inside her tiny beats of pleasure protested the ending.
‘Oh, Lily…’ He groaned the words out, buried his exquisite head in her neck and dragged in her scent, holding her so fiercely that the gamut of emotion she witnessed through him captured her with yet another twist, because if making love to Hunter had been the most heady, intense, extreme encounter in her life, then the infinite tenderness he expressed afterwards was an enigma. She’d almost braced herself for the cruel mental slap of him dressing and leaving, but instead that supreme body was spooning into hers as he held her close and drifted to sleep. Feeling his breathing, the silk of his skin against hers, the strength of his arm protectively holding her, Lily realised something.
She hadn’t wanted to sleep alone either.
CHAPTER FOUR
SHE could feel his eyes on her as Lily’s mind awoke before her body, knew he was watching her as she slept. His gaze felt like a caress. She felt as if she were being drawn by a skilful artist, the drape of the sheet over her body, his eyes bringing out the most feminine, beautiful aspects of her, just as his body had done last night.