Chapter Sixteen #2
The fire that had been smoldering away within her roared to a blaze as she melted to his touch.
It was an embarrassment of riches, running her hands all over him.
The hot planes of his chest were so sculpted and firm, his beard soft and the hairs at the nape of his neck even softer.
Subconsciously, she ground against him, chasing brilliant sparks of pleasure, high sounds falling out of her mouth, and she should probably be embarrassed.
But her enthusiasm only seemed to turn him on more.
He skated his palms up and down her sides, skirting the edges of her breasts.
She silently begged him to touch her there, her nipples going hard and achy.
When he finally cupped her soft flesh, even through her shirt and her bra, it sent rushes of heat on a direct line to the needy place between her legs. She gasped, and he groaned.
“God, Emma, I’ve wanted this,” he growled.
“Me, too, me, too—”
Tightening her legs around his waist, she dragged him in even closer, but there was no such thing as close enough.
Daringly, she edged her fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt.
The hot, smooth skin beneath stole her breath away.
Apparently, he took her exploration as permission, and he tugged at the top button of her shirt.
She helped him undo the endless line of them before shrugging the fabric off.
She shivered at the cool air, but it was nothing to the heat burning within her as he drank her in.
He kissed down her throat, his beard scraping her tender skin in the best possible way. “So soft.” Glancing up at her as if to make sure it was all right, he pulled down the cup of her bra and took her nipple between his lips.
She arched her breasts forward, letting her head fall back with the pure pleasure of his mouth on her peak.
He kissed lower still, down her belly, and her entire body constricted as he nosed at the waistband of her jeans. The desire welling up within her was almost too much.
She tried to hide her disappointment when he dragged his lips back up her chest. “Bed,” he breathed against her mouth.
The one upside to his returning to standing was that she could fold her legs around him once more. Shaking her head, she crossed her heels behind his butt. “Beds are overrated.”
“For my first time with you?” His deep voice rumbled through her. “I’m pretty sure they’re rated exactly right.”
She barely had time to revel in the fact that this was the first time, hopefully of many, before he was lifting her.
She shrieked, but the instinctive scream turned into a gasp of delight.
Laughing, she clung to his neck and shoulders, her legs clasped around him for dear life—and yet she’d never felt so safe.
Or so happy.
They kissed the whole way through the cabin, down the hall and past the threshold of his room. He jammed his shoulder into the dimmer switch on the wall, turning on the overhead light at a medium glow.
Growling, he shoved aside the covers before setting her down on the bed.
She refused to let go, though, dragging him along with her.
When he landed on top of her, the hard line of him pressed into the very center of her body.
Electric sparks shot all up her spine, and he moaned as he kissed her deeper and harder now.
His hands were all over her, hot and rough, and how was any of this real?
“Unfair,” she rasped, pushing his shirt up. Rising onto his knees, he reached behind his neck in that unbearably sexy way and tugged at the collar to drag the fabric up and over his head.
And now it was really unfair. Good lord, he was hot.
He didn’t seem like a gym rat, but he must spend every moment he wasn’t out on the trail lifting weights.
Sitting up halfway, her throat suddenly dry, she trailed her fingertips over all the dips and ridges of muscle on his abdomen, across his pecs and the light dusting of hair between them.
His broad shoulders rippled with strength as he braced himself over the top of her once more. Lifting a brow, he slipped his index finger beneath the strap of her bra. “Pretty sure we’re still not even.”
She swallowed, a flush rising over her skin. But she didn’t hesitate as she reached behind her back. She released the clasp of her bra, and he dragged the rough pads of his fingers over her skin as he brushed the offending satin away.
And she should have felt exposed, but the appreciative way he raked his gaze over her bare chest sent a rush of confidence swelling through her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
He pressed her down into the bed again, and she went so willingly.
She skated her hands along the lines of muscle framing his spine, drinking in all of that heat and strength.
He kissed her mouth and cupped her breasts, taking her tight nipples between his finger and thumb, and sharp jolts of pleasure shot straight to the wet ache between her thighs.
She murmured his name, hooking a leg over his hip again to keep him pressed against her most sensitive places, but it was nowhere close to enough.
He swore anyway, shuddering, and then he was releasing her mouth, kissing down her body again. His hot lips on her tender peaks had her raking her fingers through his thick hair, but he kept going. Lower and lower, deft fingers undoing the fastenings of her jeans.
He pulled both them and her underwear down. She kicked off her shoes, and before she knew it, she was naked before him, wanton in a way she’d never really felt free to be before—and of course she hadn’t. She’d only been with one other person in her life.
A shiver of uncertainty threatened to ripple through her.
But Hunter took her by her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed, and oh God.
He dropped to his knees on the floor, his head level with her body, his big shoulders keeping her legs open wide. She really was exposed to him now, but he just licked his lips, gazing at her with eyes gone black with unshakable, liquid desire.
He leaned in, and her heart stopped.
The first broad, soft stripe he licked up the center of her stole her breath, and the second stole her mind.
“You don’t have to—” she started, even as she was clutching at him with her splayed thighs, one hand behind her head and the other trying desperately not to scratch him as she ran her nails down his neck.
But he wasn’t having any of it. “I get to.” His deep eyes bored into her, and he pursed his lips around her clit. “Tell me you don’t want me to, and I’ll stop. But I want nothing more than to make you come like this.”
And who was she to possibly say no to that? When she was aching for it—needy and pulsing and impossibly wet?
She collapsed back down into the bed, holding on to the back of his head for dear life as he licked and nibbled and sucked.
Everything was pure pleasure, but he found the places that sent sparks shooting within her.
Gently, he pressed a finger inside, and that made things even better.
She bore down, the sounds falling from her mouth too needy and high, but he just kept going, groaning against her wet, open places as if she were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Her mind spun, her whole body melting to the sensation as it rose higher and higher, twisting out of her control. “Hunter,” she breathed.
He focused in on her clit exactly the way she needed him to, slipping another finger inside and crooking the pads of his fingertips upward into that most perfect spot, and she hung on the teetering edge of oblivion, almost ready to sob at how good it felt.
And then she shattered.
Her climax erupted in endless waves against his mouth, turning her inside out. He kept going, gently easing her out the other side before lifting his head and slipping his fingers free.
“Holy shit.” Releasing her grip on him, she shoved her hair from her face. Her heart was beating out of control, her insides still fluttering, but she only wanted more.
Rising to his feet, he made a show of undoing the buckle of his belt. His thick length sprang free, and her eyes flew wide. His size was… intimidating. But she wasn’t deterred. Their whole thing was going on new adventures together, and she was more than ready to embark on this one.
Scooting farther up the bed, she drew him back down to her. His mouth was still wet with her, and the taste of her own desire on his lips only increased her need to make him feel as incredible as he’d made her.
Emboldened, she curled her hand around him, and he groaned into her kiss.
“Jesus, Emma,” he breathed.
She gave him a few long, slow strokes. He pushed into her touch, gently rocking his hips.
He buried his face in her hair, breathing against her ear. “I want you so bad.”
“Do you have a condom?”
With a groan, he rolled over and tugged open a nightstand drawer.
The box he pulled out was unopened; was it possible he’d done the same thing she had and gone out to buy some specially?
He fumbled with the cardboard and ended up tearing it in half.
She took the foil-wrapped square from him and managed to get it opened more neatly.
She rolled the latex onto him, annoyed even as she was doing it.
She was on birth control, but without some sort of commitment, she was going to be smart and safe here with this man.
Which was hilarious. She’d never felt safer.
And was jumping into bed with a man who said he didn’t believe in relationships smart? When she wasn’t sure she was ready for one herself?
No. But she didn’t care.
She cared even less as he fell on top of her again, his sheathed length burning against the valley of her hip. He settled between her spread thighs and rubbed himself over her where she was so wet and open.
“Tell me what you like,” he babbled, watching himself glide over her skin. “How to make it good for you.”
She laughed, delirious. “You just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I think we’re good.”