Seaside Embrace(8)

Jana’s cognitive processes stalled.

When he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, the scent of Tommy Hilfiger mixed with his own potent scent was intoxicating and enticing.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

His sexy smile and gravelly tone sent heat straight through her core. “Hey,” she managed, trying to kick her brain into working order as he raked his eyes down her body.

“Damn, you look hot.”

His eyes darkened as he set his helmet beside the door and slid a hand around her waist, tugging her in close. Her resolve disappeared as he took her in a hard, hungry kiss. There was nothing romantic or polite about it. It was a kiss of white-hot desire and it made her head spin. He was hard as steel, and as he cupped her ass and held on tight, she gave in to the desire that had been simmering since last night at the bar and pushed his hoodie off his shoulders, clawing for skin. In one swift move he shook off the jacket and kicked the door shut. His eyes were dark and possessive as he reclaimed her body against his.

“Jana.”

Her name was drenched with need, igniting new flames inside her. He made her feel wanted and sexy, and in the space of a second she was racing through the virtual revolving bedroom door. Their legs bumped and tangled as they kissed and tore at each other’s clothes, moving toward the couch. Her shirt went first—and he didn’t even bother to unhook her bra. He ripped it from her body, tearing the clasp off and sending it flying across the room.

“You’re gorgeous.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, sending prickles of lust to her core.

He teased and taunted the taut peak with his teeth as he worked her jeans down her hips. She kicked them off and tumbled backward onto the couch wearing only her panties as he came down over her. Slanting his mouth over hers again, he shattered any remaining thoughts. Her entire body ached with need as he ground his hard length against her wet center, creating friction that drove her quickly toward the edge of insanity. She needed this. She needed him pounding into her, making it impossible to think of anything else but him. Hunter knew just how to touch her, to sooth the chaos from her mind.

She fumbled with the button on his jeans, and he grabbed her wrist and drew back, challenging her with his eyes.

“Say it, pretty girl.”

Damn you. She struggled against his grip, and he grinned. It was a wicked, cocky grin, and when he lifted her arms above her head, he sent new desires searing through her. He had to know what he was doing to her, that all she could picture was the image he’d left her with, of her bound wrists as he took her. Bastard.

“Not a chance in hell.” She arched her hips against his, knowing he couldn’t resist her any more than she could resist him.

He lowered his cheek to hers and pressed the unfamiliar smooth skin to hers. He’d never been clean-shaven in all the times they’d hooked up, and boy, did she like the feel of it. She loved the scratch of his whiskers, the tantalizing burn it brought as he pleasured her, but this? This ratcheted up the hotness, and her curiosity, even more. What would he feel like now, with those soft cheeks rubbing against her inner thighs?

“You know you want me,” he growled in her ear.

“Shut up and put that mouth of yours to use,” she said with just as much vehemence.

He tightened his grip on her wrists, tugging them higher while trapping her hips beneath his. “Don’t play with me, Jana. You know you want me.” He accentuated his words with another thrust of his cock, angling his hips this time so he brushed upward between her legs.

She ground her teeth together. “That’s a lot of big talk. How about some action? Or maybe you’re scared you won’t hit the mark this time?”

“I always hit the fucking mark.” He kneed her legs open wider and pressed against her, causing more delicious friction.

She curled her fingers, trying to get to him, wanting to feel him, but she’d be damned if she’d tell him so.

“Prove it.”

He transferred her wrists to one of his big hands, holding them firmly against the back of the couch as he reached for his pants. “I’ll prove it, all right.”

Finally he was going to satisfy her and forget this silly nonsense he had in his head of needing to hear her admit how badly she wanted him. Wasn’t it obvious by the way she was writhing beneath him, practically begging to be fucked?

He grumbled as he lifted his hips to strip off his jeans. She instantly missed the weight of him. He tugged and shifted, pulling her up with him by the wrists as he toed off his shoes and tried to get his jeans off.

She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of his big body and all those muscles as he stood at a funky angle and struggled to get his pants off one-handed.

“You can let go of my hands to take your pants off.”

“Fuck.” He let go and stripped himself bare.

Jana’s breath left her lungs in a rush as his rigid length sprang free. She’d had him half a dozen times at least, and still, she was practically salivating at the sight of his gorgeous physique. He picked up his tank top and wound it around her wrists.

Her eyes shot up to his. “What are you doing?”

He silenced her with a heated gaze.

Her pulse kicked up as he tied the shirt, binding her wrists together.

“Wait!” Her eyes widened at the look of hunger in his eyes. She was panting now, a combination of wanton desire and a trickle of fear.

His devilish grin turned softer, as did his tone. “What is it, pretty girl?”

She trapped her lip between her teeth, unwilling to admit her lie. Just being bound like that made her insides ache and pulse with need. And, as she stared into his eyes, seeing all that heat, all that desire meant just for her, she was surprised that she saw something more this time—concern. She’d seen that look in his eyes dozens of times, but always aimed at his siblings and closest friends. And, she realized as he ran his finger down the length of her arm and touched his lips to hers in a kiss so tender it made her insides melt, that she trusted Hunter. She’d never allowed anyone to tie her up before, but she was ready to do this with him. To take this hookup to a new level. To surrender her pleasure to Hunter, giving him total control.

“Take me hard,” she whispered against his lips.





Chapter Six


IT WASN’T THE words Jana said that sent him into action—although he loved hearing his favorite request coming from that sexy mouth. It was the look in her eyes the moment before she’d said them, a look of trust that stirred something deep inside him. And made him realize, maybe for the first time ever, that the thundering in his chest was coming from his heart. His heart had never come into play with women before, and it took him a moment to process that and finally move past it and regain his momentum.

He snagged a condom from his jeans and rolled it on. Jana licked her lips, making him instantly harder. He sealed his mouth over hers, and she returned his efforts with firm thrusts of her tongue and sweet little moans of pleasure that tore through him. He moved down her body, teasing her nipples, squeezing them once before roughly gripping her panties in his fists and tearing them from her gorgeous hips. Jana wasn’t shaved bare, like so many women these days. She had a narrow patch of blond curls between her legs, which held her sweet scent and made shivers race through him every time his mouth was on her. But that would come later—she’d asked for him to take her hard, and that’s exactly what he intended to do.

He gripped her hips and lifted them slightly as he shifted her lower on the couch. “Keep your arms above your head.”

Jana’s eyes went wide at the force as he laid her flat and thrust in deep. Her lips curved up in a lascivious smile.

“Again.” She curled her fingers around the edge of the couch.

Hunter might have just died and gone to heaven. He came down over her, needing to feel her beautiful mouth as he took her harder than he ever had before. Claiming her, possessing her. Filling her so completely he knew she’d feel reminders of him tomorrow, and he liked knowing she’d think of him being inside her.

“Hunter—”

He’d learned that her voice took on a higher pitch when she was about to come, and he liked knowing that about her, too. He lifted her hips, holding tightly to her ass and getting the angle just right to send her over the edge. He pistoned his hips, and she buried her face in his neck, moaning and crying out as her inner muscles pulsed with pleasure, tightening like a vise around his cock.

“That’s it, pretty girl, let go.” He continued the relentless pursuit of more—always more. He enjoyed pleasuring Jana, seeing her eyes slam shut, her jaw tighten, and knowing it was all for him. At least tonight.

That thought usually didn’t bother him, but now his gut twisted with it. As she came down from her climax, he pulled nearly all the way out, leaving just the head inside her.

“Hunter,” she said through clenched teeth, arching up, trying to take more of him. “God…”

He bit back the urge to tell her that he hated thinking about her doing this with other guys. That was too weird. Too foreign. Too much. He wanted to fuck the feeling away. He thrust into her again and again, until all that was left was the feel of her tight channel around him and the thought of pleasuring Jana until she wouldn’t be able to remember ever being with another man.