Hunter lets out a raw curse against my ear. “God, Brit, you’re so wet. You’re so ready for me.”
I blush against him, but I’m too far gone to care, whimpering, writhing against him, needing more. Him. Now.
Hunter slides one finger deep inside of me, and I lose my mind.
“Oh!” My cry echoes in the dark room, a sound of shock and desperate need. We’re pressed together, not an inch left between us now. My breasts are crushed against his chest, swollen and aching; his hand bewitching me between my thighs. I rock against him, mindless, lost in the ecstasy he’s unleashing with just his miraculous fingertips: curling up into me, sliding out, circling and teasing, and plunging into me again, a relentless rhythm, dangerous, intoxicating. I move with his hand, desperate, the fire burning higher. Hunter flickers his finger inside of me and I bite down on his shoulder, whimpering. I’m closer, so close, at the edge of everything, desperate to fall, to let go, to be undone.
“Brit,” Hunter growls, pausing, and when I lift my head, I see his jaw is clenched with agonized tension. His words are hoarse, breath ragged, and I can feel his desire, pressing hard into my lap. “Tell me, now. Please.”
My mind is blank with lust, but I realize in a flash what he’s asking of me. He needs to know, if this is all I want—if this is as far as we’ll go. Or if I want more.
Everything.
Even in the midst of this inferno, with every atom of my being crying out for him, I can’t help but feel a pang of bittersweet regret. This boy is a gentleman, through and through. The kind I’ve only dreamed existed. Other guys would be on me by now, pushing, rushing, hungry to sate their need, hell, even I would assume I’m a sure thing by now. My dress is bunched around my waist, my skin mottled with desire, his hands on me, everywhere—and still, Hunter is making sure that this is what I want.
My choice.
But you can never have what you really want, a treacherous voice whispers to me. You’ll never know what it’s like to rest in these arms forever. All you can choose is tonight. A glimpse of heaven, a brief taste of its golden pleasure.
“Yes.” I breathe into him, dropping a kiss on those perfect lips. “I want you. I want it all.”
Hunter exhales in a gasp, and then he’s lifting me from his lap, setting me gently down on the ground. I shimmy out of my dress and panties as he strips off his jeans and finds a condom in his wallet, then he twists back around to lay above me, braced on his forearms, cradled between my thighs.
I stare up at him, the breath suddenly robbed from my lungs. I’ve never regretted my past before, the things I’ve done—and the guys I’ve done them with. But right now, I can’t help wishing that Hunter was the first.
The only one.
He gazes down at me, his lips creasing in a devastating smile. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispers, dipping lower to touch his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. His lips are cool and soft, barely caressing mine with their velvet touch, but the fire in my body blazes back to life, roaring and wild. Suddenly, I know, everything that came before doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not my first, but he’s the first to matter. The first to make me feel this way. And that’s all I’ll ever need.
I reach up, deepening the kiss, pulling his body down and glorying in the friction of his flesh against mine. Hunter groans, his tongue exploring my mouth as he slips his hand down my body to cup my breast, teasing me, trailing his fingertips down over my stomach and between my thighs. This time, he circles lightly, maddening, until I’m whimpering again, the ache inside of me restless and crying out for more.
“Hunter,” I gasp, teetering on the edge of darkness again. “God, I need you. Now.”
Hunter rises up, positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes are dark with desire, wild and burning with a passion that makes my heart stop and my body call out to him. This man is all I’ll ever want.
He slides into me slowly.
Holy Christ!
Every inch is a new wave of sensation, filling me up, stretching me with a glorious ache, until I’m arching up against him, taking all of him to the very hilt. Hunter groans above me, and I flex around him in response, mindless at how good he feels, how perfect the thick length of him feels, hard and deep, filling me up.
And then he’s pulling out of me, and I gasp for air, whimpering in protest. Hunter buries his face against my neck, biting down as he surges inside me again, this time hitting deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure slamming through my body.
God! I cry out, grasping for him, bucking against him, finding the rhythm that turns the shockwaves to an earthquake, my restless ache to an agonizing hunger. Every movement, every new thrust sends my world shattering further apart, until I lose words. I forget time. Nothing else exists, except the breathless slide of his body surging into me, the tension coiling tighter between my thighs.