4. Hunter #2
When she steps away from the counter, I think for sure she’ll close the bathroom door to change, but when she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, my brain short-circuits.
When she unbuttons her shorts and pushes them over her hips, my heart stops beating.
She’s wearing a matching white lace set that contrasts her summer-kissed skin.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, my eyes drinking in every dip and curve of her slim body. I’ve seen her in a bikini a million times, but seeing her like this makes the years of wanting her flare to life.
“You just going to lie there and watch?” The soft sound of her voice startles me.
My eyes snap to hers. “Yes.”
I sit up on the edge of the bed, clasping my hands between my knees. I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but I sure as shit won’t be stopping it. Clearly, she’s ready to test the strength of that line.
Sutton reaches behind her back, her emerald eyes never leaving mine, and unsnaps her bra. The straps slide down her arms, catching on her elbows, as her hands hold the cups to her breasts. I swallow a lump in my throat.
“Keep going,” I encourage her.
I know the wheels in her brain are turning, trying to find some reason to stop this, but for once I want her to just be.
“Hunter,” she sighs. I can see the gooseflesh covering her body from here. “We probably shouldn’t.”
“Do you want this?”
She nods, her lower lip slipping between her teeth.
“Good, I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. Now please, let me see you.”
She slips her elbow through one strap, still holding the cups tightly against her body. Her eyes are focused on some spot in the carpet, but I’ll damned if she isn’t focused on me—on us—right now.
“Eyes on me, Sutton.”
There’s no delay as her eyes lock with mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
She preens under my intense gaze.
“Let me see you,” I tell her again, my gaze moving slowly over her, memorizing every detail.
She tilts her head in a nod. Is this what Sutton needs, someone else to take control?
One cup slips and then the other as she lets her bra fall to the floor, revealing her breasts. They’re full and heavy, nipples already pebbled with need. My mouth waters just looking at them.
“Fuck,” I groan, running both my hands through my hair and down my neck.
Sutton’s eyes traverse my body and zero in on where my briefs are doing nothing to hide my body’s reaction to her.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Sutton.” I readjust myself, not willing to hide how she’s affecting me. How she always affects me.
She’s panting now, each breath escaping in rapid succession. I know exactly what she needs, but I’ve no clue how she’ll react. I try my luck.
“Take your panties off.”
Her eyes widen—in anticipation or maybe nervousness—as they search mine. This stops whenever she wants it to, but I’m praying like hell she keeps breaking down that line.
Her shoulders fold forward, accentuating her collar bones, as her fingers slide beneath the edge of her panties. She pushes one side down, then the other, back and forth, slowly exposing herself to me.
“You are my wildest dream come to life.” I grip myself, squeezing hard enough to take the edge off.
Sutton twists her hips, rubbing her thighs together.
“Touch yourself,” I say. I’m not sure I’m breathing.
There’s no hesitation this time when she slides her hands over her stomach and up to cup her breasts. They fill her hands completely. I’m dying to hold them, touch them, lick them, fuck them. She pinches her nipples as one hand descends down her stomach, dipping between her thighs.
“Spread your legs. Let me see.”
She does. I wink at her, loving that she’s so willing to give me control of this moment. Her hand drifts lower, and she inhales sharply, her body reacting to her soft touch.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” She rubs in circles, sighing in pleasure when she finds a spot she likes. Sutton looks lost to sensation, one hand between her legs, the other teasing her nipples. I know she’s close when her motions become more frantic, fueled by need to.
“I want to watch you come.”
“Hunter, I-I,” she struggles to open her eyes. I know she’s trying to stop the avalanche of pleasure coursing through her.
“Sutton, stop thinking.”
Her eyes snap open to mine.
“It’s just us,” I say. “Whatever thoughts are going through your head, shut them down. It’s okay to want this.”
“But—” she stops as her stomach quivers.
“No buts, Sutton. You want this. I want this. Stop thinking. Play with yourself. And let me see you fall apart.”
My gruff commands do the trick, and she increases her pressure, twirling her finger, her eyes never leaving mine. Her breasts sway as she bends forward. “Hunter,” she says through heavy breaths.
My name on her lips while she shatters will forever be engrained in my mind.
Her motions slow as she stands, leans against the doorframe, and removes her fingers. They glisten in the subtle bathroom light. I immediately stand, wanting to taste her, but her hands fly up in a stop motion.
“Wait,” she says.
I halt my forward motion and sit back down.
I know whatever happened between us wasn’t something we planned.
She’s still standing gloriously naked, but her cheeks turn a deep pink from shame, embarrassment, or desire, I’ll never know.
She reaches for her nightshirt, slips it over her head, and stares at the floor for a few minutes.
I release a breath. “Come to bed, Sutton.” I scoot back to my side and hold open the covers for her. I know her brain must be racing. But I’ll be damned if she tells me we shouldn’t have done this or that it was wrong. Nothing has ever felt so right in my life.
She clicks the bathroom light off and stands on the side of the bed. “Do you think I should sleep on the floor?”
“No, babe. There’s room here for both of us.”
Our room is pitch dark, but I can practically see her arguing with herself. Finally, the bed dips, and the sheets whisper when she slips her body beneath the covers. I fold my left arm behind my head and settle my own breathing.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Sutton’s voice breaks the awkward silence.
“Yeah,” I say, “you’re too far away. Get over here.” I know she’s wanting to overthink this whole situation, but that’s half her problem. Sutton thinks too much.
“Are you sure? We’ve never slept together.”
“We’ve never done a lot of the things we did tonight.”
“Oh god,” she groans, burying her head in the crook of my shoulder. “I am so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. That was hot as hell.” I lean over and press a chaste kiss to her temple. “Now, let’s try to get some sleep.”
I’m just slipping into the clutches of sleep when her arm runs across and up my body, her hand coming to rest in the middle of my chest. She lets out a sigh and presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
I could have been dreaming, but I swear I hear her say, “Oh boy.”