CHAPTER 28 #2
“Undecided for the time being.” My fingers waterfalled over his chest and abs. “Tell me about your piercing?”
“Didn’t I win this round?” He arched a brow. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking the question?”
“Indulge me.” I rained kisses down his neck and over his right pectoral, pausing to flick the tip of my tongue over his silver barbell. “Please.”
“Gabriela,” he moaned long and low as I licked and sucked his nipple before tugging at the piercing very lightly with my teeth. “You have to stop. Or this game will end with more than bragging rights.”
I pouted. “What’s the point of getting a piercing like this if you don’t want it appreciated?”
“It was a dare.” He panted when I sucked a hickey on his neck. “I lost a bet and Josh made me do it.”
“Remind me to thank Josh the next time I see him.”
“Don’t talk about Josh when you’re kissing me,” he growled.
“Jealous?” I whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe.
“Yes.” He slapped my ass and I yelped before he spun me around between his legs and tucked me back onto his lap like it was my personal throne. He swallowed my small giggle with a dirty kiss and breathed harshly into my ear, “Let’s finish this, Gabby.”
He must have been too horny to complain about the fact that I grabbed a dart when it was supposed to be his turn. Or maybe he was indulging me again. That seemed to be his motto where I was concerned.
Just when I started to throw my dart, Hunter’s palm glided under my dress and over my inner thigh.
Then his agile fingers collectively brushed over my thong’s gusset.
My dart didn’t sail towards the board, falling to the ground with an embarrassing clatter instead.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Miffed and flustered, I elbowed Hunter lightly in his stomach. “C-cheater! You did that on purpose!”
He chuckled, eyes twinkling with mirth. “What did I do?”
“Don’t try to play innocent!” I spun around in his hold with narrowed eyes. “You knew I’d miss my shot if you touched me like that!”
“Touch you like what?” he egged on, mapping his palms over my waist and ribs. His thumbs rubbed half-moons an inch away from the underside of my breasts.
“You know what I mean.” His touch scalded me through the red sequin fabric. I felt hot and needy for him. “You distracted me so I’d lose this round.”
“Guilty. What are you going to do about it?” he demanded, leaning forward to peck my lips. “Punish me, Gabriela?”
“Would you like that?” I countered, feeling his cock rubbing against my thigh. “Being punished?”
His hands slipped under my hem to grip my hips.
“Every minute that you fail to show me what you’re wearing underneath this dress is punishment enough,” Hunter gritted out through clenched teeth.
“You’re a brat, baby.” He delivered a stinging slap to my ass.
“You knew exactly what that picture would do to me.”
Hunter stole another kiss from me like a thief.
I felt drunk in a way that had nothing to do with the champagne and everything to do with this sinful man’s essence.
I’d barely scratched the surface of him and I was dying to peel back his skin and see if any part of me was tattooed over his heart, the way he was slowly beginning to etch over mine.
“Tell me, pretty boy. What did that picture do to you?”
Thick, raspy, and far too sensual, I barely recognized my own voice.
Hunter fanned his heated words over my lips like a silk-wrapped threat. “It made me fuck myself in the shower to the thought of playing with your tits and screwing your pretty pink pussy raw, little doll.”
A dam broke inside of me and I lunged for him, clasping his jaw and stamping my mouth to his with a desperate moan.
Under the glow of the moonlight, we kissed with an aggressive zeal.
I rubbed my thighs, needing friction, and pressed closer to him.
Grabbed fistfuls of his luscious dark hair. Dipped my tongue into his mouth.
In response, Hunter clutched my throat, the diamonds from my necklace digging into my skin, and continued making out with me with deep strokes of his tongue.
His other hand came up to squeeze my breast and he dragged hurried, hungry kisses down my neck and straight into my cleavage.
My mouth parted on another broken moan as he took his time licking and kissing the swells of my breasts.
“Fuck, I bet I can make you come just from sucking these gorgeous tits, Gabriela.”
“W-we have a game to finish, remember?” Panting, I yanked his head back and forced him to meet my gaze. His own was tempestuous, swimming with wickedness and arousal. “If you win, I’ll let you have more than bragging rights.”
Hunter would win. It was inevitable.
He licked his bottom lip. “Be specific. What can I have?”
“Me. In any way you want.”
Wordlessly, he grabbed the last dart and shot it.
It landed on another bullseye.
The atmosphere in the room filled with salacious tension. I mentally tallied up our points. He won our game by a landslide, having reduced his score to zero.
“Well, no surprise here, you win—oh.” I flinched when a stream of champagne cascaded down my bare back.
“Looks like your dress is ruined,” Hunter said matter-of-factly. “You should take it off, Gabriela.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Take it off yourself, baby.”