By the third time, I’m begging him, “Faster. Please.”
He obliges.
“Harder, Hunt.”
His thrusts become longer and deeper. The more he moves, the more I meet his thrusts halfway, my hips bucking off the bed to keep up.
“So good, Princess. Fuck, do you know how much you turn me on? Do you know how good it feels to have my cock inside your sweet heat?”
Hunter’s dirty talk spurs me on, and I feel myself clenching around him. He curses into my neck and keeps murmuring into my ear.
He talks to me the entire time, telling me how perfect I feel, how turned on he is, and how incredibly hard he’s going to come. But not until I do, he whispers. If it takes the rest of my time in New Orleans, he’s not going to come until I do.
Well, he won’t have to wait long. My orgasm starts small, so tiny that I hardly recognize it, but then it builds, and by the time I’m in full crescendo, the waves of pleasure are so big I’m saying Hunter’s name over and over like a chant.
He follows me into release, calling out, “Win” as he thrusts hard into me and then collapses with his face buried in my shoulder.
We stay still for over a minute, catching our breath and coming down from the high.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” I say.
He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. His have a wicked gleam to them. “Damn straight we are.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Hunter
For the second morning in a row, I wake up with my arm wrapped around Winter’s warm body.
But unlike yesterday morning, today things are clear between us. As clear as either of us are willing to make them.
I drag my hand down Winter’s smooth skin until I reach her thigh. I turn her just enough that she rolls onto her back as she lets out a little sigh in her sleep, and then I whisper in her ear, “Do you want to be touched?”
She opens her eyes.
I lean in and kiss her bare shoulder. “I would love to have woken you up with my head between your legs…”
She lets out a moan.
“But I didn’t want to take you by surprise like that.”
After what she told me about being attacked, I want to make sure I always get clear consent from Winter before I do anything intimate.
“I appreciate that, Hunt.” She ruffles my hair. “I don’t think I’m ready to be surprised yet. But someday…”
Yes, someday Winter will fully heal. Hopefully soon. But definitely before she leaves town, when she’ll head back to New York. And at that point…maybe she’ll meet someone new. My chest lurches at the very idea, and I force the thought out of my head.
She’s watching my face carefully. “Something wrong?” she asks me with concern.
“No.” I say it quickly.
She takes my hand in hers and moves them both down her bare body and between her legs.
“I’d like you to touch me,” she says.
“With my fingers?” I ask her.
“And your…” She catches her breath.
