I kiss a trail down her belly and spread her thighs with gentle, commanding hands. When my tongue meets her center, she cries out and rolls her hips, her fingers fisting the quilt. I growl low, satisfied with her response, and keep going until her legs shake and her moans fill the room.
She lies spent on the bed, but I’m just getting started. I flip her over with ease, and she giggles as I climb over her.
“You’re insatiable.”
My answer is to kiss down her spine, enjoying the goosebumps that rise on her skin as my beard tickles her. She looks over her shoulder at me as I rise above her, dick in one hand and the other massaging her round ass.
“You make me this way. I feel out of control, Sierra and I’m trying to be nice.”
A grin tugs at her lips. “Don’t be nice.”
“You asked for it.” With my next breath, I slide inside her, her heat making me lose all sense. I thrust harder than last night, a little more out of control. I cover her back, lightly gripping her throat and stealing a kiss. Our tongues tangle as my hips work in and out of her, but that familiar tingle crawls up my spine fast and sharp. Rising onto my knees, I pull at her hips and thrust quickly, giving her a couple of hard spanks.
“Hunter! More!”
At her demand, I grab her arm, twist it gently behind her back, and pound into her. Her cries fill the room as I whisper filth in her ear.
“You’re so goddamn wet.”
“Your pussy’s choking me.”
“Fuck, Sierra, I could ride you all night.”
My strokes grow harder, deeper, my cock aching as I take her. I give her one more spank, pull out, and flip her onto her back and slide right back in with one deep, brutal stroke. She cries out, hands flying to my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so tight, baby. It’s so fucking good.”
With my forehead resting against hers, my breath stuttering, I can’t stop the words that rise to the surface. “I love you.”
She groans, like the words hit her in the chest but in the best way. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
She kisses me hard, deep, and so desperate I lose my breath. Then I bury myself even deeper, move faster, and chase our release together—both of us crying out in pleasure.
We collapse together, our breathing finally slowing, those words still hanging between us. She doesn’t say them back, but it doesn’t matter. I lie with her, her head on my chest, my fingers lazily tracing her back.
“Still hungry?” she teases.
“Always,” I say, my voice thick.
And I mean it—for her, for this, for us.
10
SIERRA
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” Hunter says, his voice low and dangerous, his arms crossed as he leans against the kitchen counter.
We’d worked up an appetite—again—so after he complained one too many times about being hungry for real food, I dragged us out of bed and into the kitchen. I’m busy making sandwiches while he pouts beside me.
I raise an eyebrow. “Teasing you? How do you figure?”
He waves a hand, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “For one, you’re standing there in nothing but my flannel.”
“Okay, and thirty minutes ago that flannel was on the floor while you were inside me. That’s hardly teasing. I’d say that’s scoring.”
His jaw clenches, and he bites down on his lip, trying to hold onto that menacing look. But I know better. I’m not focusing on those three little words he let slip out—and I’m not about to say them back just because he did. No, I know Hunter better than that. He needs to hear them on my time, not as a repeat of his.
