Manaconda 2: The Second Coming(24)

“I do love a man who thinks ahead.” I switched Sammy’s leash to my other hand, and took the basket. “What are you waiting for?” I jogged ahead.

Hunter hit play on the boombox and lifted it over his head as he chased me inside. I locked the door, unhooked Sammy’s leash, then leaped into Hunter’s arms.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, moving through the living room, past the kitchen to the hallway. He paused briefly at the pictures.

“I love them,” I said against his mouth.

“Good,” he mumbled back and kept on walking. He crashed through my bedroom door and we fell to my bed. He pushed up my shirt and bra together, his lips finding my nipple. He drew on it hard, cupping the other as I struggled to get them both off.

He scraped his teeth down my ribs while I was trapped in bra straps and hooks. Before I got my bra unclasped, he had my cutoffs and panties down around my knees.

“God,” I gasped. “Naked. Not just me,” I muttered as I tried to pull at his shirt.

“Shh,” he said against my thigh. “Just let me,” he groaned at the first swipe of his tongue along my folds. “This.” He buried his tongue into my pussy. “The best taste in all the world.”

I laughed and closed my legs, trying to pull him higher. “Hunter, I don’t have the patience for that. I need you inside me.”

He looked up from between my legs. “There’s always time for this.”

I fell onto my back, then bowed up as his tongue did this swirl thing and then there was nothing but warmth and suction and Hunter.

He drove me mad with his mouth, not stopping until I screamed his name incoherently. My nails dug into his back so hard that he finally had to physically move them to the sheets. My fingers actually cramped from twisting into the material.

Every blessed nerve was alive and all my muscles were strung tight. He teased and taunted, then backed off and started all over again.

I slapped the mattress and he finally climbed up to me. “I could drink you down all night.”

“You better do more than that,” I panted as I pushed at his jeans. “Get this buckle open. Sweet Georgia, I need you inside me.”

I heard the clink and felt the release of his buckle. He groaned as I ripped at the button fly of his jeans. Then he was in my hand. I curled my fingers around his length. Manaconda to the world, and to me…just mine.

I used my toes to shove his jeans down.

“Inside.”

“Wait.” He tried to get his wallet out.

I shook my head. “No. Just you.”

He stared down at me. “Kenny.” His tone was reverent. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

He stood at the end of my bed as he kicked off his jeans, sneakers, and reached back to pull his shirt up and over his head.

So beautiful and so much mine.

I knew it as surely as my own name. Finally, there was no doubt brewing inside of me. Not when he looked at me like this. He crawled up between my legs, and the cross from his rosary skimmed over my thigh before it hovered right over where I wanted him most.

The corner teased over my belly as the beads pooled between my breasts, then finally it was only Hunter who I could focus on. He drew the tip of his cock through my folds with a groan.

I was beyond wet, and the emotions I’d been shoring up with logic and fear finally overflowed. Love. A love I’d never allowed myself to even think about, let alone voice, bubbled up out of me.

He sank into me with one, slow thrust. He filled me, and when I didn’t think there was anything left to take, he gave me more. And I took it. His fierce gray eyes never blinked. He never faltered.

I broke under him, the pleasure outweighing the words I wanted to give him. I hung onto him as his thrusts went from slow and easy to fast and hard.

“Kenny,” he said against my throat with a ring of helplessness.

I curled around him tighter and gripped his ass to let him know I could take it. I couldn’t make words work.

The shimmer of release blurred the room, and my skin heated until it was almost unbearable. The friction between us tossed me over even if I didn’t want to let this end.

I cried out his name. My body bowed up and I shook through an orgasm so sweet and powerful I finally let out the words. I whispered them against his neck. “I love you.”

Warmth filled me as he drove into me then stilled over me. He stared down at me, his eyes blind, the cords in his neck standing out as his muscles locked. I cupped his face as the tension drained out of him. He dropped on top of me, only his forearms saving me from a cracked rib.

He slid his arms under my shoulders until his fingers were buried in my hair. “I can’t ever go two months without you again.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Never.”