My lips parted, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He tasted of ocean salt and need. Hunter kissed me confidently, no second-guessing. He groaned with satisfaction. Ungovernable happiness erupted in me, and I twisted my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. His breathing grew labored, and he gathered me to his body, his large palms fitting perfectly against the valleys of my back and setting my every sense on fire. Hunter kissed me like I was the only woman he’d ever wanted to kiss, like he’d die if he didn’t. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure and need, and I clung to him like a lifeline. Icould have guessed kissing Hunter would be earth-shattering, but I didn’t know it would feel like a luscious, wild dream. I moaned and came up for air when he pulled his mouth away.
Hunter smiled against my lips. “The sounds you make will echo in my head for the rest of my life.” His breath was a flutter on my lips, and then his mouth was moving against mine.
His arms came around my waist, and I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my chest flush against his, desperately seeking closeness.
He coaxed me onto his lap, letting me feel how much he liked me and my sounds. The feeling of his hard length unleashed a shudder in me. The thought we could, we would, we should have sex turned me into a frenzy, and my insides melted as if I’d stepped on a hot wire.
“More,” was all I could say before he kissed me with an unquenchable hunger I craved. And I returned it. He angled my head and deepened the kiss. Arousal throbbed in my core, and I yearned for more. I needed more than his kiss. I needed more of Hunter. I needed all of him.
ChapterNineteen
It was a blur how we made it to the porch. Hunter cupped my bottom and lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms encircled his neck, pressing my mouth to his. Our kiss was sloppy, impatient, clumsy. Tongues tangled. Lower lips bitten. Teeth may or may not have been chipped.
He carried me up the steps but stopped before entering the hut.
“Should we take it slow?” His voice was a husky growl.
I covered his face with kisses, rubbing my hips against him, my center swollen with lust. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” I licked his bottom lip, then nibbled at it again.
“Sydney, I don’t have condoms,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck, his breath hot on my skin, “but I’ll do everything to make you lose your mind.”
“I have an IUD.” I bit and sucked his earlobe. “I haven’t been with a man since before my divorce.” My lips found his. Hunter wrapped his arms tighter. My back crashed to the wall, his weight ramming against me. His fingers tightened on my butt, and he kissed me over and over again.
He broke our kiss, pulling an irritated moan out of me. “I got tested after my last relationship, and we’re good to go.”
That was all I needed to hear. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
Hunter groaned, sending scorching heat straight down to the spot I wanted him to touch. He leaned slightly to avoid hitting our heads on the door frame and stepped inside. We stumbled toward the bed, falling and laughing, his body sinking on top of mine. He lifted on his elbows, framing my face, and his blue eyes darkened as they roamed over me.
“It drove me mad, being unable to touch you all this time.” He moistened his red lips. “I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and back, arching against him. Everything that I was burned for him. “Please, put me out of my misery.”
“I need this to be perfect. Tell me how you like it.” He brushed the strands of hair from my eyes, then dipped hishead to leave a trail of tender kisses along my jaw. His tentativeness was hot, but it annoyed the hell out of me. “Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
At that point, I wasn’t sure how I liked it. My skin quaked in anticipation of his lips exploring every inch of me. I longed for him to do whatever he desired to do just so I could feel him inside me. To have a release. To feel well taken care of.
“I don’t know.” I blew out an irritated breath. In all the books I read, the lover made his partner see stars when they came. All I had seen with my ex was a lazy rotating fan in our bedroom. I wanted to see stars, too; I wanted to experience the Big Bang. And I believed Hunter was capable of delivering it.
“However you like having sex, I’ll like it too. So please,” I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it tight, knowing and ignoring that I hurt him, “stop talking and make me come.”
His lips traced a path down to my neck as his large hand slipped down my sides to my ass, then went up. His fingers, gently, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, brushed over my wet bikini top, drawing my nipples tight. Then his mouth captured mine again with a deep kiss, his dick straining against his swim shorts and pressing hard into me.
“I have to warn you,” he said, his breathing labored, “I will devour you like you’re my last meal, and I’ve been starving for ages.”
My fingers traced every hill and valley of his sculpted muscles, then worked beneath the elastic waist of his swim trunks, reached for his ass, and squeezed it. It was firm, just as I thought it would be.
He pushed aside the triangle of fabric on my left breast and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, scraping his teeth on it. A shudder ran over me. His hand tenderly glided to my nape and tugged loose the knots of my bathing suit top. When it came undone, I curved my back to help him do the same with the second knot. With the top loose, he pulled the material off me and threw it on the floor. Heat went through me at the feeling of his wet mouth, and the tease of his teeth on my skin. Moans escaped me as he drew in my nipple more while he teased my other peak with his thumb, driving me out of my already overheated mind.
Hunter’s mouth found its way back to mine, and he kissed me hard, our tongues entwining. I bit his bottom lip, pulling on it as he withdrew.
“I’m going to fuck you first.” His hand coasted down over my stomach. “Then I’ll make love to you.” His fingers slid under the band of my bottoms and found me wet and ready. He hummed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Once I start, there is no pulling back until you are spent to my satisfaction.”
What did I care what he would do with me as long as he made me come? Preferably hard. Bringing myself to orgasm was never enough. I wanted to feel full. I wanted to feel pain mixed with pleasure. The way I felt right now was close to hysterical ecstasy. My heartbeat drummed in so many parts of me: my lips, the tips of my breasts, my thighs, below my knees, my fingers, my toes.
He palmed my swollen sex, moistening the tips of his fingers, then slowly traced them along my folds, making me lose my mind. “You feel like silk,” he mumbled into my lips as he slipped a finger inside me, then two. I moaned at the fullness. His thumb slowly roved over my clit, then pressed down, making me close to going over the edge. He dipped his tongue into my mouth simultaneously with his fingers. I needed to get swept away, lost in this pleasure, and never be found. My insides blazed, and I was so, so close to realizing my dream of seeing shooting stars.
“Hunter,” I said breathlessly, arching into his touch. My hand moved to his shorts and rubbed his cock, pulling out a low growl from deep in his throat. “Please.”
