I arch beneath his touch, and when I feel his thick length against my thigh, I start rocking into him.
All of a sudden, he flips us so I’m on top and straddling him.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I brace my hands on his ridiculously ripped abs.
“Do you want to lead?” His green eyes are hot with desire as he keeps his hands on my hips.
“Um…” Yeah? God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt in control of anything.
“You prefer me to be on top,” he says like he knows what I’m thinking.
“Okay.” I move to climb off of him, but his hands lock onto my hips and hold me in place.
“Wait. Winter.” His tone is serious. “I think you want this.”
I think I do, too.
“I’m just not very experienced with different positions,” I admit. “I slept with a few guys in Manhattan, but it wasn’t…”Like this. “It was always very vanilla.”
“Vanilla?” His mouth quirks up.
“Yes.” I shove at his shoulder, and he grabs my wrist and laughs. “You know what I mean—it wasn’t very passionate.”
“Why’d you date those guys then?” His tone is almost possessive, and I could swear he sounds…
“Are you jealous?” I say in disbelief.
“No.” He says it fast. Superfast.Toofast.
“You are.” I give him a look. “I heard about your partying side and all the women. So don’t act like you could date and I couldn’t.”
“I’m not.” His tense jaw relaxes. “Okay, maybe I was. I just don’t like thinking of you with anyone else because I don’t think anyone else gets you like I do.”
The rawness of the confession catches me off-guard.
My irritation with him disappears.
“That may be true,” I say.
“May…be?” he asks me, taking my chin in his hand.
“Is.” I swallow. “That has always been true.”
And with that confession, I lift my hips, take Hunter’s hard length in my hand, and sink down onto him.
“Holy…fuck, Winter.” Hunter growls out a slew of curse words as I take him all the way inside me.
“How’s this?” I ask him.
“Princess, this is…” His fingers dig into my hips. “Incredible.”
I don’t move at first. My body isn’t used to this angle, and Hunter’s not exactly small.
“You can ride me.” Hunter’s emerald green eyes glitter with heat.
So much heat between us—I can’t stop staring into his eyes.
“Ride me, Winter. At your pace.”
