incessant thudding of my heart.
Getting Hunter to cave was so easy. Although I won’t lie—for a moment there I was worried I’d crossed the line from making him jealous to completely driving him away. I can’t deny it felt good kissing Conor, but nothing rivals the dizzying excitement of stumbling into Hunter’s bedroom and glimpsing that ravenous look on his face.
He kicks the door closed. Locks it. Then he’s advancing on me like a predator. He stops when our bodies are less than a foot apart. “Are you sure about this?” His voice is low. Husky.
“Yes.” I swallow. “Are you?”
A ragged breath puffs between us. “Yeah, unfortunately.”
My jaw drops. “Really, Hunter? The idea of having sex with me is sooooo unfortunate—”
He cuts me off with a kiss and I’ve already forgotten what I was bitching about.
I am obsessed with this guy’s kisses. Hot, passionate, just enough tongue to not be overpowering or slobbery. He knows how to draw moans from my throat, how to seduce me with his firm, talented mouth. And as his tongue slicks over mine seductively, his big hands drift down to my ass, caressing the line of flesh where the hem of Brenna’s dress ends.
“This dress is way too short,” he hisses in my ear before sliding his hands underneath and squeezing my ass. My butt cheeks might as well be bare, with that dental-floss thong between them.
“Short is bad?” I ask breathlessly.
“It is when you’ve got Conor Edwards’ hand on your thigh.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.” No denial, just pure hunger in his dark eyes as he yanks the sweater dress up and over my head. He whips it aside, then steps back to admire my thong and skimpy bikini bra.
“Take the bra off,” he rasps. “Show me those tits.”
My fingers shake as they undo the front clasp. The bra flutters to the floor. Now I’m standing topless in front of him, my heart pounding.
He admires me for a moment. Then he licks his lips and moves close again, filling his palms with my aching breasts. When his thumbs sweep over my nipples, I whimper. They’re so hard they actually hurt.
“Your tits are perfect, Demi.”
I can’t speak. I’m too busy watching his face as he plays with my breasts. Each caress makes my heart beat even faster. I’m sure he feels the rapid thump-thump beneath his exploring hands. I almost weep when he stops, but then those rough hands travel lower to grip the thin strap at my waist. He shoves the thong down my legs. I’m naked now. Hunter’s still fully dressed.
He’s just staring at me, and the need burning in his eyes is too much. My core clenches tightly. “Do something,” I whisper.
“I shouldn’t,” he says gruffly, and yet he grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls it off.
His bare torso taunts me. Smooth golden flesh with a smatter of hair between his heavy pecs. Sculpted abs tapering into a trim waist. He has a treasure trail that disappears into the waistband of his black cargo pants and I want nothing more than to follow that trail with my tongue and see what it leads to.
I want to kiss his chest, drag my tongue over every ridge, every tight sinew. But I’m too scared to move. Scared that if I break the spell, he’ll put a stop to this.
Without a word, he undoes his pants and lets them drop on the floor. His belt buckle jangles when it hits the hardwood. Next, he tugs his white boxers down his muscular legs. His dick swings up, long and thick.
Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, saliva floods my mouth. “Oh my goodness. That thing’s been under there this entire time?”
He gives a choked laugh. “Yeah. A man’s cock is typically attached to his body.”
I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s a lot bigger than Nico’s.
Hunter takes a step closer, then another one. When our bodies are almost flush, his dick brushes against my stomach, leaving a streak of moisture near my belly button.
He looks down sheepishly. “Just realized something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m going to come the second you touch me.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re being hyperbolic.”
“Trust me, I’m not. I haven’t been with anyone since April.”
My lips twitch in humor. “So you’re saying I’m not going to enjoy this?”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all.” And before I can blink, he lifts me up in his arms.
My legs instinctively close around his hips, arms looping around his neck. He kisses me deeply as he stalks to the bed and