Seaside Embrace(27)

As if she had a built in cock detector, Jana turned over. Her cheek landed on his chest, her hand palmed his half-alert cock through his briefs, and her leg draped over both of his. Where the hell were her clothes? Sweet Jesus, she was completely naked. A seductive mmm vibrated through her at the same time a greedy groan escaped his lips. This was not part of tonight’s plan.

“Jana.” He’d made a mistake. He was not doing this. Not when she was so drunk she couldn’t even open her eyes. Her silence surprised him, and he dared a glance. She was sound asleep and making the not-quite-a-snore sound caused by too much alcohol, but she had a death grip on his now fully alert and ready erection.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes and tried to tame his mounting arousal, but all he saw was Jana up onstage, her eyes blazing, her body smokin’, and that dirty little mouth of hers painted and willing. He must be in hell. This was going to be the longest night ever.


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WHAT IS THAT yummy smell? Jana inhaled deeply as her senses came awake, recognizing the familiar scent of the only man she’d been with for months. Her body was splayed across Hunter’s, only she was blissfully naked and he wasn’t. She unfurled her hand from around his hard length. Wow, even in your sleep you’re ready. She smiled to herself. That’s my Hunter. Always ready. She tried to piece together what had happened last night, as panic tiptoed into her body again. She couldn’t pick up her keys and disappear into the night. She certainly couldn’t wake Hunter and ask him to leave. Well, she could, but that would only start a fight, and she rather liked this peaceful moment with him, when there was no tension between them.

Her eyes dropped to his erection.

Well, other than that.

She moved quietly off the bed, reminded of when she’d slipped away in the middle of the night in Provincetown the last time she and Hunter had been in an actual bed together. When I promised I’d never sleep with you again. The last time they were in her bedroom came rushing back. The night he’d bound her wrists. The tenderness he’d shown her afterward as he’d held her in his lap.

She felt a little dizzy knowing how much of herself she’d shown Hunter. She needed cold water. She needed space. A little room to think.

She tiptoed into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and washed the makeup from her face. She debated her dilemma as she returned to the bedroom. Why wasn’t Hunter naked? He always slept naked. At least after their hookups he’d never put on any clothes. Why was he here at all if they hadn’t had sex? And she was sure they hadn’t, even if her mind was fuzzy, because having sex with Hunter Lacroux was not something a girl forgot. Ever.

With her nerves doing a little uneasy dance, she slipped on his T-shirt and debated waking him again and asking him to leave. She quickly decided that it wasn’t worth the fight. At least that was the story she tried to believe as she climbed back into bed with a smile on her lips and curled up with her back to him. The bed dipped as he rolled onto his side and his strong arm wrapped around her, tugging her back against his chest. Her body molded perfectly to his. She tried not to move as her heart went a little crazy and she debated this encroachment of her personal space.

“Close those pretty little eyes of yours and go to sleep.”

Her eyes sprang open. “You’re awake?”

“You glommed onto me all night. Of course I’m awake.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “But I’d like to sleep, if you don’t mind.”

She smiled, loving that he wanted to stay, even as her rebellion left her lips.

“Then maybe you should go back home.”

“No, pretty girl. This time I win. Sleep. Now.”

“Hunt—”

He tucked her beneath him and gazed into her eyes. His arousal burned against her thigh. How he managed to take her brain apart with nothing more than one hot stare, she’d never understand.

“You never listen.” He shifted his weight, pressing his rigid length between her legs.

“Now that we’re awake…” She arched up and nipped at his chin. He searched her eyes with a hungry gaze. “I’m not still drunk, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He reached below the sheets and traced the curve of her waist. “I think I can tell when you’re drunk.” He clutched her hip. Hard. She sucked in air between her teeth. “I want to stay until morning. Right here. Holding you.”

“Then let’s fool around.”

He scowled, but the rock of his hips told her he was fighting the desire, too.

She rolled her eyes. “Why do you have to make all the rules?”

“Because your rules suck.” He lifted his hips, and she felt him pushing out of his briefs. “Fuck, Jana. I can’t ever deny you.” Seconds later the base of his hard length pressed against her wetness. “I should walk out the fucking door, because giving in to you is like feeding a kid candy. You’ll keep coming back for more.”

“And that’s bad why…?” She rocked her hips against his.

He gritted his teeth and lifted his eyes away from hers for a moment as he groaned. She gyrated beneath him, pressing her hands to the back of his hips, knowing she’d get her way.

“Because you’ll never agree to anything more than this if I keep giving in.” She reached between them and fisted his cock. “Fuck,” he grumbled. “You must enjoy torturing me.”

“Almost as much as I enjoy pleasuring you.” She pushed at his chest and he rolled to his side. Jana scooted lower on the bed, and without a moment’s hesitation, she took him in her mouth.

He let out a hiss and a needy moan that spurred her into action. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him growing impossibly thicker as she stroked and licked, sucked and teased him. He fisted his hand in her hair, guiding her, controlling her speed. She shouldn’t like it as much as she did, but she loved shattering his resolve.

“Fuck, baby. Come up here.” He reached for her and she swatted at his hand.

Dragging her tongue along the tip of his arousal, she smiled up at him.

“Greedy, aren’t you?”

“When it comes to you?” His eyes darkened. “Hell, yes.”

She straddled his hips and pressed her hands to his wrists, her arousal heightened by the spark of restraint in his eyes. She knew he could easily break free of her hold, but she loved holding this particular man captive. Six-plus feet of sexual power and domination bending to her will. Glorious.

His gaze fell to her breasts. “Lean down here so I can taste you.”

His command sent shivers of heat rippling over her. She lowered her left breast to his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue brought shocks of heat between her legs. She arched against his eager mouth, and he sucked the tip of her breast against the roof of his mouth. Her head fell forward with the delicious friction, and her hair curtained their faces, amplifying the sounds of their breathing and the sweet suckling of him devouring her. His mouth moved to her other breast; then his hands fisted in her hair and he crushed his mouth to hers. Fireworks sparked behind her closed eyes, and in the next second she was beneath him and the look in his eyes was pure sin.

“Condom.” His eyes darted around her room.

“I don’t keep any here.” His face screwed up, and she explained. “I never bring men to my room.”

“Fuck.” His head fell heavily forward.

“Don’t you have any?” She was on the pill, but she’d never chanced sex without a condom before.

“No, I don’t have any. I was out to dinner with Clark, not you.”

The way he said not you made her feel like she was the only woman he’d ever consider sleeping with, and she knew that wasn’t true, but it still stopped her heart for a split second.

“I thought guys were always prepared,” she snapped, as if this were his fault, when she’d initiated the sex.

“I am, when I’m expecting to get laid.” He kissed his way down her body, hovering over her sex as he pushed her legs open wide.

“Hunter. What are you doing?”

Without hesitation his mouth did what it did best, giving her the answer she sought as he dragged his tongue over her wet center. She was still enjoying the tingle of the slow drag when his mouth claimed her, his hands splayed across her thighs, holding them down. With determination and expertise, he brought her to the edge, and just when she was on the verge of coming apart, he withdrew that talented tongue and used his thumb to tease her sensitive clit, blowing lightly on the wetness between her legs. She ached against the tease, needing to feel him, wanting him to quell her desire.

“I’m taking care of my girl.” His words came hard and fast, like he couldn’t wait to take her over the edge.

She rocked her hips, his words playing in her ears like a threat—or a promise—as he pressed her thighs harder to the mattress. The rebellious words I’m not your girl were on the tip of her tongue, but when his mouth came down hard and his tongue drove deep as he masterfully shattered her last shred of control, lights exploded behind her eyelids. As her body rocked and pulsed against his mouth, the lie she’d nearly shared faded to bliss.





Chapter Eighteen


HUNTER WAS SITTING on Jana’s couch in the living room when she stumbled out of the bedroom at ten thirty the next morning wearing his shirt from the night before. She was rubbing her eyes, clearly oblivious to his presence as he watched her go up on tiptoes to reach a cup in the cabinet. Her shirt inched up, revealing her bare ass. Hunter smiled. He loved that ass. As she came down on flat feet and set her cup on the counter, he realized that there was a hell of a lot more than like going on inside his chest for the rest of her, too.