“Oh, honey,” he chided, his gaze fused on hers. “Don’t doubt me. I will.”
Before she could reply, Hunter bent to her again. He slid those long, still-slick fingers inside her, thumb grazing her clit just before his mouth took over. He sucked her slowly, a nuzzle, a gentle lick. A tease. She tensed, stared at him.
Hunter oozed confidence—and not just in bed. The man was clearly intelligent. Interesting. Dangerous. His touch gliding over her skin felt gentle . . . but his stare told her that he wasn’t going to go easy on her tonight. Even the thought made her quiver.
He pressed firm fingers to her G-spot, and the question dissipated. Any cool perspective she’d gained in the past few moments . . . gone. His bold licks made her dizzy, and he savored her swollen bundle of nerves—and sent her reeling.
God, he was good at this. Really good. If she tightened or gasped, he did more of whatever drove her mad, then found unpredictable ways to make it even better. A light scrape of fingernails into the nerve-laden tissue in her channel, teeth tenderly grazing her ultrasensitive clit, sliding the pad of his thumb through her slick flesh, down, until he pressed in at her back entrance.
“No. Hunter, I—oh. Ah . . .”
“Don’t think about whether you should like it,” he whispered against her inner thigh. “Think only about whether you actually do.”
Deeper, deeper, he eased his thumb into her backside, parting her flesh in a sting of pleasure that made her gasp. No one had ever touched her there. Ben had talked about wanting anal sex once or twice, and she’d always shied away. But now . . . A million tingles she’d never felt leapt to sizzling life, coupling with the quivering, begging sensations in her pu**y.
“Do you like it?”
Kata gave him a shaky nod. “But I don’t understand . . .”
“Just feel.”
With that, he settled his mouth back over her clit, dragged his fingers relentlessly over the responsive spot inside her, and swiveled his thumb in her depths.
Hunter touched her as if he had already figured her out and now sought to use that knowledge to blow her mind. Maybe maintaining control wouldn’t be as easy as it had always been . . . Her heart pounded, galloping so hard and loud, she couldn’t hear anything but its roar. Her own moans rang in her ears. How could he both thrill and terrify her at once?
Her fingernails dug into her palms as the pleasure he gave rushed toward her like a towering tsunami. Kata had no doubt it would drown her. But she couldn’t stop wanting it, crying out for it. Time stood still as she held her breath and waited.
Pressure tightened and burned under his fingers, multiplying, then rocketing until she felt as if her body would burst. Kata’s back arched, her hips lifted, with the body-bending force of the orgasm. She screamed his name. Stars burst across her vision as ecstasy crashed over her. And Hunter’s unrelenting focus on her with every touch of his fingers, every flick of his tongue, drove her deeper into the abyss of a pleasure so overwhelming, Kata wondered if she’d ever be the same.
Finally, her breathing evened, her heartbeat slowed. Only then did Hunter rise from the bed. Before she could stop herself, Kata whimpered at his loss. But when he took a step, she knew his destination.
“Please, don’t turn on the light. I don’t like . . .” God, even finishing that statement was too revealing.
“Being seen?” He flipped on the lamp as if she hadn’t spoken.
Kata blinked against the harsh light. Apprehension seized her. He could see how thoroughly he’d devastated her by the flush that must surely be reddening her cheeks, by her swollen ni**les and so-wet pu**y. A look of dazed satisfaction, no doubt, filled her face. His blue, laser-focused stare peeled back her layers to see deeper still. She closed her eyes, but it was too late to hide.
In that suspended moment, Kata’s stomach tightened. How had Hunter reached inside her, stripped the veneer of confidence from her, and dug down so quickly to the vulnerable woman beneath? The fact that he had, it terrified her. She didn’t reveal that inner person to anyone, especially someone she barely knew.
With a curse, Kata rolled away, turning her back to him.
Hunter clamped a hand down on her thigh, another on her shoulder. “Don’t hide.”
Before she could argue, he braced himself over her thighs . . . and fixed his gaze on the heavy curves of her br**sts.
“Don’t stare.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
Moving his weight onto his knees, he clasped her wrists and imprisoned them above her head gently—but firmly. “That’s like telling me to stop breathing. Impossible.”
“I told you I didn’t want the light on. I don’t want your eyes taking a walk all over me. Now get the hell off.”
“Why don’t you want me to see you?”
How pushy was this guy going to get? “Going down on me doesn’t entitle you to an answer. Turn off the f**king light. I don’t like being stared at.”
“That’s not true. If you didn’t want men to look, you wouldn’t have been wearing a black leather miniskirt or that attention-getting red sweater that was like a second skin. You wouldn’t have that luscious gloss on your lips or the bright polish on your toes. You wanted to be seen at your party. But you’re afraid for me to see you naked. Why?”
Kata blanched, her heart stuttering. He had noticed way too much.