Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,39

wound my fingers in his hair as he kissed me harshly. His tongue slid across my lips, forcing me to part my lips, and when I did, he kissed me so deeply my head started to spin.

His fingers dug into my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. His hard cock pressed against my pussy through my cotton shorts, and my hips involuntarily flexed against him. A groan rumbled low in his throat, but the move only spurred him on.

He held me tighter, kissed me deeper, drove me wilder.

He was everywhere. All over my skin, under it, around it. I knew this was wrong but I couldn't make it stop. I couldn't stop my heart pounding against my ribs or my stomach fluttering or my pussy clenching. It was all anticipation, all revered wonder, waiting to see if one of us would stop this craziness.

“Don't let me do this,” Hunter rasped against my mouth, gently biting my lower lip. “Fuck, bella. Don't let me ruin you.”

“You can't ruin something that isn't perfect,” I whispered back to him, my blood thundering through my body.

“Make me stop,” he murmured, kissing down my neck.

I gasped when his tongue circled my pulse point. “My bedroom is the first door on the right.”

“Adriana.”

“Hunter.”

“Fuck.” He pulled me away from the wall, his grip never wavering on me. Thrill shot down my spine like a bolt of lightning, and my whole body tingled with the promise of what was to come.

This was wrong, too. So, so wrong.

But at the same time... It felt perfectly right.

Hunter pushed open my bedroom door with my back, making me smile, and then kicked it shut behind him. The slam echoed around his room as he carried me across the floor and dropped me on the bed. My tight grip on his neck and waist pulled him down on top of me, and he steadied himself by releasing his hold on my ass.

He grabbed my hands from around his neck and pinned them above my head, his eyes on mine. “I mean it,” he said quietly. “Make me stop, Addy.”

I shook my head and tightened my legs around his waist, lifting my hips at the same time. “Kill me or fuck me. Your choice.”

He stared at me for a long moment. He looked like he wanted to argue, but then whatever reservations he must have had disappeared, because he took my mouth in a searing kiss once more.

He tugged me up to sit and broke the kiss to pull my tank top over my head. I cupped his face as he wrapped an arm around my back and moved me further up the bed. His solid body was right against mine, and he freed any hold he had on me so he could explore my body. His hands slipped up and down my thighs, over my hips, gripped my waist, cupped my breasts.

He fiddled with the clasp holding my bra in place before undoing it in one swift movement. He grasped my tits tightly and dropped his mouth, taking one of my nipples between his lips. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip before he flicked his tongue over it, soothing the slight sting, and he did it over and over, finally sucking hard, making me arch my back, before he turned his attention to the other. He did the same there while he rolled my other nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching lightly.

Shit.

My hips bucked as one of his hands grabbed hold of my shorts and pulled. He released my nipple from his mouth and stood up, his large hands wrapped around the waistband of my shorts. My chest heaved as I looked down and met his eyes.

He smirked, tugged, and removed my panties with the shorts. My breathing was harsh, and my cheeks flushed when he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs open.

He leaned forward and rested his mouth by my ear. “You still have time to make me stop. I meant it, Addy.” Two of his fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, coming dangerously close to my wet pussy. “I don't want to ruin you. I don't play nice, but the second my mouth is on your cunt, I won't be fucking playing at all.”

I turned my face toward his, and my lips brushed his jaw when I spoke. “Then don't play.”

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion of my body. Heat rushed over