With the faint glow of light cascading across his handsome features, I can just make out his dilated pupils, and the scruff covering his sharp jaw.
“You,” I breathe. Just him. Only him.
He cocks a brow, but doesn’t comment. “What do you smell?”
My eyes fall shut as I take a slow, deep inhale. My nose scrunches and my lip twitches. “You need a shower.”
“Oh, now you’ve done it.”
His fingers tighten around my hips as he tickles me. A snort slips free as I giggle, falling against his warm chest. My eyes water from how hard I laugh, but I never once tell him to stop. Laughing is better than the void that had been steadily sucking me under.
When he finally pulls away, I’m breathing hard and wiping tears from my cheeks, but I feel lighter.
“Okay?” he murmurs. I nod, giving him a soft smile he returns. “Tell me what you feel.”
My fingers twist in his shirt and I fight the urge to ask him to remove it. I want to feel his skin against mine. Want to feel his heart beating under my palm.
For the first time in my life, Iwantto feel Hunter’s body against mine without the threat of someone lording over us, forcing things he has no right to demand. I want his body with nothing between us. No secrets, no lies, no demons.
Just us.
Just desire.
Justlove.
As if he can see the unspoken need written across my face, Hunter rolls my body against his rhythmically, until the head of his dick hits me in just the right place. A tiny moan slips free and I squeeze my eyes shut, embracing the pleasure rolling through me.
“Tell me, love,” he grunts, his voice guttural. “Tell me exactly what you feel, and I swear to God, I’ll make you see stars. Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll reward you.”
“Hunt…” I shake my head.
It’s not that easy. It can’t be that easy. It shouldn’t be. I don’t deserve to feel what he’s offering.
His cockhead presses against my clit, causing wetness to coat my already drenched panties, and I moan. My nipples are hard, my breasts aching for his touch. Every part of me is alive, begging for something only Hunter can give me. I want to give in so damn badly. Want to rip our clothes off and sink down his throbbing length. I want to lose myself in him, kiss him until I’m a trembling mess, fuck him until he’s all that exists in my world.
I can’t.
Yet I find myself rubbing my dripping pussy against him, anyway. With my fingers wrapped in the fabric of his shirt, I work myself over his length slowly. It feels so damn good, but it’s not enough. I want his lips on mine. I want his hands all over myskin, touching, exploring, feeling. I want to disappear, and then I want to soar.
“Please,” I whisper, asking for everything, begging for the things I can’t vocalize. “Hunter, please.”
“You have to say it,” he demands.
I shake my head, quickening my pace. His grip tightens, stalling my movements, and I groan painfully. “I c-can’t.”
“You have to, baby.”
Saying it feels like a betrayal. I know the guys have given me their permission to explore things with Hunter. I know they just want me to follow my heart, to be happy. But how can I let myself feel such great pleasure when they’re out there withhim?
“I told you I would never take from you again,” Hunter says, his words cutting through the thick haze of lust and confusion blanketing me. “I will never take something you’re not offering. I’m seconds from busting through my fucking boxers, and I will still never take from you. You have to offer yourself to me, baby. You have to say the words.”
“We can’t have sex,” I rasp out. “You’re hurt.”
He chuckles against my throat and licks a long path across my heated skin. His teeth latch onto the sensitive patch just below my ear, and I jolt at the sharp sting.
“I’m fine,” he murmurs. “But I agree. No sex.”
I don’t know why, but a tendril of disappointment floods my needy system. My shoulders drop and he pulls back, giving me an amused look.
