mind, he moved from one nipple to the other, replacing his mouth with his fingertips. Chloe heard herself make a low sound of pleasure, then his free hand was between her thighs. She smelled the butter as he rubbed it over her, his fingers slick with it.
Then he lifted his head and took a half walnut from the package. Chloe swallowed as she watched him coat it with butter. He rolled it around, ensuring that the gaps between the bumps were completely filled, then met her gaze. His eyes were dark as he smiled at her. He looked dangerous and gorgeous and she knew he was going to make her work for her orgasm.
She couldn’t wait.
“Cut side against the tongue,” he decided, his voice low. “All these bumps and nubs will be more fun against you.”
Chloe nodded, her throat tight.
He surveyed her. “Just lie back and think of England,” he advised and Chloe laughed. Then she did as he instructed and he pulled her butt to the lip of the counter. He held the heels of her shoes against his chest so her knees were bent, then she let her thighs fall open. Her heart was racing but she trusted him completely. She arched her back when he pressed the first walnut against her, then circled it around. She closed her eyes in pleasure as the butter melted against her, then felt her lips part as his mouth closed over her decisively.
Then he pushed that walnut around with his tongue teasing her until she didn’t think she could stand any more. He brushed his teeth against her as he ate it, then she realized he was buttering up another to begin again.
“You bought a big package,” he said in a black velvet voice. “Good thing I like a challenge.”
And the second walnut half was ground into Chloe’s heat. “Good thing,” she managed to reply, then Hunter was tormenting her with pleasure again.
There was something incredibly hot about being called to fulfill Chloe’s fantasy. Hunter really liked that he knew exactly what Chloe wanted, because she’d told him in perfect detail. It was like having a script, but better, because he knew she’d never done this before.
Neither had he, but he’d certainly come back to walnuts again.
She looked amazing on the dark marble counter, her hair loose and her red lips parted. He loved the shoes, glossy lipstick red with high spike heels, but he liked best of all that Chloe was wearing them. He felt like he was seeing a secret side of her, like he had a pass to the hidden part of her character.
He finally let her come and she screamed louder than she had the night before. He had a feeling that she hadn’t been a screamer before, but there was no going back. He’d helped her break free of her inhibitions and she was never going to be the same shy woman again. He loved being part of the transformation—especially when she sat up, hair tumbling loose around her face, and reached for him in silent demand. She locked those legs around his waist and he could feel the heels against his butt as she rode him hard. She came the second time when she was wrapped around him, when he was buried deep inside her and lost in the charm she’d woven. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to wake up again.
They did it again after washing up the butter, slowly and sweetly in the big bed, and she’d fallen asleep against his side. Hunter had laid there for a long time, savoring the sweetness, wanting to stay and knowing it would be a stupid choice.
If they woke up together, she’d have expectations. She’d think they had a thing.
She probably already thought they had a thing.
He got up, tucked her in, and went to sleep on the couch alone. When Chloe left in the morning, they’d be done for good.
It had to be that way.
If nothing else, he knew his own shortcomings. He wasn’t the kind of guy she needed or wanted, and he never would be. He’d give her the victory of breaking his one rule, but wouldn’t encourage her ideas about the future.
He’d take the couch.
Seven
Someone was shaking Hunter. Someone was hugging him. Someone was pulling him out of the darkness and back to the land of the living, someone with long silky hair and a soothing voice.
Chloe.
She was wearing one of his T-shirts and not much else, and he could see intriguing