“You didn’t trust me.”
Ben crawled across the bed to them. “Finally!”
Kata felt a hand slap down on her stomach and flinched. Was it terrible to admit that she almost didn’t want Ben here? Not in his current state, anyway. Normally, they had fun and laughs, but tonight . . .
“Gimme those luscious tits,” her friend demanded, his hand working up until he grabbed a breast and used it as a guide to pull himself closer. His mouth drifted across her shoulder, teeth slightly nipping. “You always taste good.”
Ben licked his way to her nipple, and she settled into the bed, trying to relax. She was naked, he was there, and . . . where was Hunter?
No sooner had she wondered than she felt the bed dip at her feet. Two hot hands clutched her panties and dragged them down her legs. Then his fingers curled around her ankles and urged them wide apart.
As it had every time Hunter came near, Kata’s stomach tightened and her heart galloped like a herd of wild horses. She offered no resistance as he crawled between her thighs and breathed right over her slick folds.
He brushed his thumb over her clit, and she sucked in a huge draft of air, fisting the sheets. Ben took that as a cue to suck the other nipple into his mouth, and before she could process the feeling and the rough slide of his teeth, Hunter dragged two fingers through her slick valley, then pressed them inside her deep. Almost instantly, he found a magically sensitive spot and rubbed. Arousal soared through her. She gushed, cried out, spread her legs wider, and lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.
“Ya likin’ this, Kata?” Ben asked, dragging his tongue over her nipple.
Before she could answer, Hunter rubbed that one spot again, unmercifully, and settled his tongue over her clit, slow and sweet, like he had all day.
Kata couldn’t find her voice except to whimper as pleasure bombarded her and the need grew from an ache to desperation.
“Guess that’s a yes.” Ben’s laughter rumbled as he kissed a wet trail down her neck and flicked her wet nipple.
She barely noticed. She was too busy drowning in pleasure as Hunter’s lips wrapped around her little bundle of nerves and pulled it into the heat of his mouth.
“Fuck, where’re the condoms? Shit, left ’em in the john,” Ben groused as he got off the bed, crashed against the wall, and stumbled to the adjoining bathroom.
Kata felt a guilty relief that she and Hunter would be alone for a few moments, and she sank back into the unending pleasure of his touch. He toyed and explored, wringing gasps and whimpers from her, driving her up higher . . . but always dangling her orgasm out of reach.
Seconds—minutes?—later, she heard a soft buzz and stiffened. What was that noise? Everything was still close to dark. Kata frowned. Had Ben never turned on the bathroom light?
Kata felt around on the bed beside her, but the mattress was empty. Was he still in the bathroom? Was that noise him . . . snoring? It sounded again, a light sawing, followed by a harsh exhalation. Ben had freaking passed out?
Hunter never missed a lick.
“Wait! Ben . . . Do you—? Ohh . . . oh God, that’s good.” She fisted the blankets. “Yes!”
Instead of granting the orgasm shimmering just beyond her reach, he pulled back, teasing her.
Ben snored once more, and Kata tried to pull away. But Hunter held firm, his huge, hot palms holding her thighs open, wedging his shoulders between, his mouth hovering right over her pu**y, silently promising ecstasy.
She tried to block it out. “Stop. I’m telling you that—”
“Ben is snoring?”
On cue, her friend’s buzzing sounded again, this time deeper, longer.
“Yeah. We should wake him and—”
“He’s not necessary tonight, Kata. Want me to prove it?”
Chapter Three
HUNTER didn’t have to prove anything. He merely whispered in that sinful voice what she already knew: She wanted him far more than she’d ever wanted Ben. She’d had this fantasy of being touched by both her lover and a stranger forever and a day. But here, now, her panting breaths mingled with Hunter’s, his unrelenting stare reached through the shadows, promising searing pleasure. Despite her misgivings about his bent for control, Kata wanted him. Badly.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, raising her hips.
He hesitated, then levered himself up to shut the bathroom door—blocking out Ben’s soft snores. He lowered himself to the mattress again, hovering over her, his stare drilling into her in the shadows. “I’m going to take you alone tonight.”