“No.” My hand rises almost of its own accord, rough fingers brushing a curl from her cheek. “I keep thinking if I touch you, maybe it’ll leave me with some new memories instead of the old bullshit that won’t quit.”
“That’s sweet. Me or bullshit. Sounds like a tough choice.”
Her cheeky grin pushes me right over the edge. That sweet, sarcastic voice is everything I didn’t realize I've been missing. She pushes my buttons, and I like it.
Without thinking, I lean in, and our lips meet. The kiss is soft, until she nips at my bottom lip. I growl low and deep, letting her know exactly what she’s up against.
She giggles, tracing my lip with her tongue before kissing me again. Even then, I move slowly, not wanting to scare her. But when she sighs against my mouth, my restraint cracks.
The kiss deepens. My hand slides along her jaw while the other grips her hip, pulling her closer. She clutches the front of my flannel, anchoring herself as my mouth claims hers with hunger.
It’s not neat. It’s not polite. And my body aches with how much I want her. I tell myself it’s just lust, that it’s just been too much time without a woman looking at me like she is, but when we finally break apart, breathless, our foreheads pressed together, I know better.
It’s not just want.
It’sher.
Neither of us speaks, the echo of the kiss lingers in the air, both of us wondering who’s going to be the first to push for more.
6
SIERRA
Hunter’s hand is still on my hip, fingers firm, grounding me. My lips tingle from the kiss, well, theclaim. Because that’s what it was. A man like him didn’t kiss for fun. He kissed like he meant something by it. Whether he meant only a night or not, I didn’t know and I didn't really care because my body was screaming for him.
“You okay?” he asks, voice husky and low.
“Areyou?” I shoot back, my breath coming out choppy.
His answering sound is half-groan, half-laugh, as he yanks at his jeans, widening his legs and I canfeelhis control slipping.
“This is a bad idea,” he mutters.
“Then stop.” I say it so easily and with a shrug like I could care less. But I know he won’t stop because when I lean in again, flicking his bottom lip, teasing him with a wink, he catches my face in his hands and kisses me like he’s gone too long without air.
The blanket slips from my shoulders and his hands slide under my hoodie. My body goes rigid, not from his touch, because it’s warm and strong, but because I don’t look like a model. After being told countless times that I’m not what thebusiness world wants, or what a man wants, I began to believe it. But it was like Hunter knew my thoughts and he just continued to hold me, touch me and make it known that he’s enjoying what he’s doing. My body is on fire from every pass of his fingers and I gasp when he lifts me easily into his lap, my knees on either side of his large thighs.
His mouth trails down my neck, and I whimper when his teeth graze that spot just under my jaw.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he growls.
“Then die feeling good,” I whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Right here. Just like this.”
He makes a strangled sound, but a moment later helps me yank the shirt over his head. It hits the floor and my hoodie does a moment later, leaving me exposed in only a tank top and no bra.
Those ice blue eyes darken as they rake over me. He’s taking in every curve and every inch of me. It’s both scary and empowering because as he reaches out and touches the strap of my tank, he does it with reverence. The touch is slow and tender at first, until he grows bolder, running down my bicep to my forearms, giving me goosebumps.
My nipples pebble at his touch of just my arm and he notices. His eyes flick to me as he smirks and licks his bottom lip then drifts the back of his hand over my breast. I let out a breath and he does it again, soft yet sure. And it’s driving me wild.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this,” I murmur, running my hands over his hard chest.
“Like what?”
“Gentle and easy with every touch.”
He leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “Want it rough instead?”
I laugh out loud, the sound filling the cabin and he smiles. God, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. “I think I can handle it.” Imove around on his lap. “Come on, big ol’ mountain man. Show me what you can do.”
