His eyes softened as his lips turned up into a grin. “Good. I hoped I wouldn’t have to beg.”
“I didn’t know begging was something you did.”
“It isn’t. Neither is breaking my own rules and getting attached. Or kissing. Yet with you, all I seem to do are things I usually don’t.” He bent and gave me a slow kiss. “Show me your bedroom. This is where you were raised?”
“You’re not going to do a personality flip again, are you?” I asked, gingerly getting out of the tire swing. With my luck, the branch holding it would break in half and crack me on the head.
“I hope not, because then I’d have another miserable week. I don’t think I could go through that again.” His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m sorry. For everything. You are a saint for sticking with me.”
“I didn’t really have much choice. Last week wasn’t much better for me.”
“I know,” he whispered, touching his lips to mine again. He opened my mouth with his, flicking his tongue inside.
I fell headfirst into the kiss. My surroundings dropped away as I focused completely on his touch.
“Show me your room,” he murmured against my lips.
I led him through the sliding glass door and my mother’s bedroom until I could shut the door to my room with him inside it. Unable to wait, I pushed him against the door and captured his kiss again, sinking into the feeling of his lips moving against mine. I unbuttoned his shirt before sliding my palms along his smooth, muscled skin.
“Here?” he asked in a heavy voice. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I pushed off his jacket before undoing his pants.
His hands slid up my sweater and covered my breasts. “Your mom won’t come in?”
“That’s what locks are for.” I giggled, turning the catch on the handle.
“I feel scandalous.” He pushed down my pants before sucking in a breath as I took his hard length in my hand.
“Says the man who orders his admin to bend over the desk.”
“Hmm.” He walked me backward. “We’ll do that tomorrow.”
I turned us and pushed. He fell back onto my bed. I knelt over him and took his erection into my mouth. I tickled the tip with my tongue before sucking it in. He groaned.
I backed off, trailing my lips against his shaft, before sucking again. I took him deep into my throat, loving his hasty release of breath. I worked my hand in tandem with my mouth, seeing his muscles start to flex. I stopped and climbed on top of his body. I braced over him as his head came up and his hands grabbed my hips. I sat down.
A spark of color made me pause. “Oh, holy— Hmm.” I smiled with my eyes closed, just feeling his size fill me up. I moved my hips in a circle. My smile melted as the sparks turned into bursts, lighting up my body.
His palms slid up my chest and cupped my breasts. His thumbs rubbed my nipples.
I blew out a breath as my sensual beginning turned into a harried gyration. I rocked forward and back, my hands braced on his chest and my head back. “Oh, Hunter,” I said, bucking now. Working him inside of me. Feeling the friction.
His fingers clutched my hips. He lifted and then pulled back down. My body crashed onto his.
“Oh shhhhhii—” I rocked forward again, then back, before he picked me up and pulled. The tightness in my body started to pool in my core. Heat blazed, white hot. I rocked, then sat as he thrust up into me. My breathing turned ragged. Our movements were sloppy and fast, but perfect. Wild.
“Harder,” I begged, face pointed upward. Muscles flexed. Fingers dug into him. “Harder!”
Hunter sat up and encircled me in his strength. He trapped me to his chest and bucked up into me. His size pierced me, forcing the breath from my lungs. My bed screamed against the floor. The end slammed into the wall.
“Oh… Oh!” I held on. Almost there. Another thrust. One more.
“Ahhh!” Fire spilled over and coursed through my body. I let out a glorious moan as an orgasm lit me up. I shuddered over Hunter as I felt him shake beneath me.
I grabbed his face and gave him a deep kiss, sucking in his tongue as I trembled on top of him. His hands slid up my back languidly. He lay down, controlled the whole way to the bed. His abs held both our weight. I had no idea why that impressed me as much as it did.
I snuggled my face up to his neck and just breathed in his familiar smell. Lord how I’d missed it.
After a while, he said, “I fell in love for the first time when I was barely sixteen. It was to one of our maids, a girl three years or so older. She was a beauty, with heart-shaped lips that always seemed to be pouting. I lusted after her immediately, of course—I was basically a constant hard-on at that age. I would’ve been entranced with any pretty girl, but as I was homeschooled, she was the only one I was around for any length of time.”