Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,65

mouth over my jaw. My scalp stung from his unrelenting hold on my hair, but my heart was pounding so ferociously that I barely noticed the pain. His lips were too hot as they licked, nipped, and sucked their way down my neck, even as his teeth grazed my tender pulse point.

I shivered.

He smiled.

It felt dark, if a smile could feel dark. I knew he knew what he was doing, and that smile made me shiver again. He was so in control of every single movement he made... so focused on every single touch.

It was almost unnerving.

He set my body alight with every move, and even the slightest sensation of his breath across my skin had my hairs all standing on end.

He pulled the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder, then reached between us to do the same to the other side. He kept this up, slowly moving each strap down an inch further before switching, dragging his fingertips down my arms. The fabric rolled and bunched over my breasts before it finally snapped down and he pulled the straps over my hands.

It was the strangest, most sensual thing I'd ever experienced.

My nipples tingled and hardened almost painfully against my bra. Hunter dipped his mouth to my collarbone and flicked his tongue out across the hollow curve. I inhaled sharply as he cupped one of my breasts with his firm hand.

He ran his thumb back and forth over the line where the cup ended and my bare skin began. He swirled his tongue down my skin until it took the place of his thumb and dipped inside the cup. The tip brushed across my nipple, and the slight touch sent a wash of heat through me.

He moved to the other, did the same, and back, again, and again, and again.

Like he was deciding what he wanted to do with me.

I reached between us and unclipped my bra. His laugh was dark and low as the cups sprung apart. I barely had a chance to respond before he grasped one tit and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over and over again, and I arched my back as pinched the other and rolled it between his finger and his thumb.

It hurt, but at the same time, it didn't.

I didn't know what it was apart from fucking amazing.

He slid my bra over my shoulder and down. The trailing of the soft straps against my skin tickled, but I couldn't laugh, because Hunter pushed me back against the glass and hooked two of his fingers in my waistband.

At the front.

I swallowed hard.

His lips curved upward into a delicious smirk that screamed of dirty things.

He undid the button of my jeans in one swift movement, and then pulled at them, despite the fact my butt was on the sofa. He seemed to realize this exactly when I did, because he scooped one arm behind my back, lifted me, and pushed my pants down by sliding his hand down and over my ass.

I hit the cushion hard as he immediately turned his attention to removing my jeans. They were gone in seconds, and before I could laugh, he was forcing my underwear off without lifting me. He pulled the string panties off over my feet, then stood, keeping hold of them.

His eyes fixated on mine despite the fact we were in opposite states of undress. “I'm going to tell you what I want—what I really want—to do to you. You can tell me no at any time. I won't go further than you want.”

I nodded, breathing quickly.

“No, Adriana. Tell me you understand.”

I understood then. He wanted my consent. My silence couldn't be misunderstood, then. If I said yes now, then every time I stayed quiet from then on would be a yes. “Yes,” I said quietly. “I understand.”

He stared at me for a moment then dropped my thong on my thigh. I breathed deeply as I watched him grasp the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his toned body.

Hunter leaned forward on the seat, kneeling with one knee, and grasped my underwear. His breath skittered across my mouth as he reached behind me and took hold of one of my wrists. “I want you tied up,” he whispered. “So you can't use your hands. So you can't push me away.” He brought both of my hands together and secured them.

Using my underwear.

He smiled against my jaw and trailed his fingertips up