Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Rochelle
Hunter’s hands slip around my waist as I look out across the ocean. His mouth finds the crook in my neck and he places the tenderest of kisses against my cool skin.
It’s been a month since the ballgame, his apartment, and our truth or dare escapade which had me surrendering and craving his next touch more than anything I have ever needed or wanted before in my life.
He’s never pushed me further without asking, and like a perfect gentleman he has not forced the issue of when I’ll give him my virginity.
One night soon, I know I will let him make me his, and I’ll enjoy every moment of giving myself to him for the first time because no one has ever cared for me as tenderly, as passionately, as unconditionally as him before.
God help me because it sure feels a lot like love.
Love? Is that what this is? If so, I sure hope he feels it, too.
“I’ve never felt perfection like this, Angel,” he whispers as his grip tightens around my waist and my insecurities start to fade. “With you in my arms, you’re all the heaven I need to save me from any kind of hell I’ve ever faced before, or ever will again.”
My body relaxes as his words circle my thoughts. Running my fingertips across his hand, I gently start to raise them up his arm.
If heaven doesn’t feel like this, I don’t want any part of it.
The wind blows past restlessly as we take a ferry across the water towards Balboa Island. It’s Saturday, and we both had the day off. No work. No game. No school to keep us occupied. The sun begins to set, and I smile as we venture further towards a future I never expected.
Earlier, Hunter made me promise to let him “take me out.” Since my run in with Tiffany, I have been more inclined to spend each second together in private. Something he’s quickly caught on to.
When he confronted me about it, I denied it at first until he pushed further.
I caved and told him a little about my past in Georgia, and growing up here in California after the move.
I left out the part about the secrets that led to us leaving the South.
Mostly because I still don’t know the whole truth myself.
After several minutes of coaxing me to accept the fact that he only wanted me, and nothing but me for as long as I would let him have it, he eventually decided to show me just how bad his need for me ran.
That ended with me screaming his name as he licked and sucked me into oblivion moments before I dropped to my knees and made him cum harder than he said he ever has in his life.
A fact I proudly accepted as I stood and kissed his lips before he spun me around, forcibly grabbed me back against him, and drove his fingers deep inside me again.
“I need more,” he had whispered against my ear as he quickly worked my center into another climax. “I’ll always need more, Rochelle.”
The boat comes to a stop and several cars start to make their way off the ramp and onto the island.
Releasing me, Hunter grabs my hand and walks me towards his bike.
Handing me my helmet and kick starting the engine, I climb on the back, secure my headgear and lean against him, holding on tight as he takes off into the evening light.