Holy hell. She didn’t think she could get any more turned on, but at this quiet demand, she felt a rush of heat between her thighs.
Gunner continued kissing her neck, sucking on her skin as he cupped her and slid one thick finger along the seam of her pussy.
“Fuck, Luna, so wet.”
She whimpered and tilted her hips, silently asking for more. He gave it to her instantly and moved that wicked finger through her slick, tender flesh. His erection was long and hard beneath her, and knowing how much he wanted her, too, just turned her on more.
“Please, Gunner,” she begged.
“You want to ride my fingers, love?”
She nodded quickly, and his dark chuckle caused another of those hot zaps through her belly.
He dragged his fingers back through her center before pushing one deep. Luna jerked in his arms, crying out, spreading her thighs wider, asking for more, always more. He thrust in and out of her body with smooth and steady strokes. And when he curled his finger inside her, hitting some perfect spot, she reached down and covered his hand, holding him there.
“More?” he gritted out.
“Yes.”
He pushed in a second finger and thrust deeper. “Fuck, you’re all over my hand, Luna, soaking into my jeans. You gonna come for me?”
She cried out again, so close, right on the edge.
“Faster?”
She bit her lips and nodded.
His fingers moved faster, and the feeling building inside her, that now familiar feeling grew and grew until she was sure it couldn’t grow any bigger until she was moaning and calling Gunner's name, desperate to reach the peak.
“Coat my fingers, Luna. Give it to me,” he growled against her ear.
Trembling from the force of it, she broke, screaming his name as she came for him, as she gave him what he wanted, gave him everything.
Gripping her tight to him, he stood and carried her to his bed and laid her on top of it. He stood there, nostrils flaring, chest pumping, and his gaze moved over her naked body. Reaching back, he gripped his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside.
Luna fisted the covers. His chest, shoulders, those tattooed arms, all of him was a work of art. She marveled at his rippling abdominal muscles, thick biceps, and heavy, corded forearms. And his pecs, square and wide, danced as he stripped off his boots and jeans.
He straightened, and Luna stared up at him in awe, fingers fisting the sheets. She’d seen him naked before, but the way he looked now—it was something else.
Every muscle and tendon strained from his restraint.
“Can’t wait any longer, love,” he said roughly.
She held her arms out for him and he came to her.
His massive thighs bulged as he climbed onto the bed, his cock so thick and long stood straight up, bobbing between them as he moved over her.
His massive body covered hers, and she looked up into his handsome face, his gorgeous eyes intense as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He rolled his hips, the heavy weight of his cock dragging along the center of her, making them both groan.
Strain lined his face as his gaze searched hers, waiting, looking for any signs that she wasn’t ready for this, for him. Even now, he would stop if she asked him to. Gunner would wait as long as she needed.
But she was done waiting.
She pulled him down and kissed him, then smiled up at him. “Make me yours.”
Pressing his forehead to hers, he groaned and grabbed her butt with one of those big hands, holding her there as he rolled his wide hips, bringing the head of his cock right where it needed to be.
His eyes stayed locked on hers as he eased inside her, slow and steady. He was thick, stretching her gently but steadily. There was no retreat, just that silent demand of his cock that she take him, that she take all of him.
No, there was no going back. Gunner was taking her, claiming her, one perfect inch at a time.
Her mouth dropped open on a cry as he slid deeper.
The strain on his face grew more intense. “Good?”
All she could do was nod. Good didn’t come close to how she was feeling. Then he was all the way inside her. It was too much, too good, and he hadn’t even moved yet. Her pussy immediately began fluttering, pulsing, and Luna had no control over the way her nails dug into his back or the way her hips