The anger I felt at his words didn’t suppress the tingles racing up and down my spine. I tipped my head back to glare at him, at the same time putting my hands on his chest.
Big mistake.
As soon as my hands made contact, he stilled, his eyes losing their anger and instead melting into something softer. Something powerful that trapped me in its intensity and didn’t let go.
And instead of finally moving away, he pushed into my touch. And before I had time to come up with reasons for his change of attitude, his lips were on mine.
For once in my life, my brain didn’t overthink what was happening and instead got with the program. Meaning my arms wound around his body, my lips responded, and I sank into him.
His hands were warm and strong as he held me, his muscles hard beneath my touch.
And when his tongue touched mine, I lost all inhibitions. I was ready to hump his leg if he didn’t take this further soon. My body was a wanton mess from his kisses alone, and I wanted more.
I wondered if I’d lost consciousness and this was all in my head.
Not missing a beat, he lifted me off the ground, and my legs wound around him. We never once broke our kiss, not when he walked me to the bed and not when he laid me down.
He was lying on his side, his body half on me, his hands exploring. When we broke apart so he could remove my sweater, then my other sweater, and finally my T-shirt, I was breathing heavily, my lips swollen.
His gaze roved and hungrily appraised me. He looked like a predator about to pounce. My bra was gone soon after, his lips trailing a hot path down my chest. My body ached for his every touch, and I arched up.
It was enough for him to lavish attention on my breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue and lips.
I was totally and completely entranced, every touch spiraling me more out of control. And I welcomed the feeling of being taken care of so completely.
Because Gunner wasn’t leaving an inch of my body untouched. I didn’t know anymore where he began and I ended. His mouth was hot against my skin, his hands offering gentle caresses.
My heart pounded an erratic rhythm, the warmth of his body on mine setting me on fire. I kicked my pants off and he did the same, leaving us skin to skin.
And when he found my center, first with his skilled fingers and then his even more skilled mouth, it took me an embarrassingly small amount of time—that shall never be specified—to fall apart under him.
He held me to him, drawing out every last tremor until I saw stars and llamas.
Don’t ask.
“This doesn’t have to go any further,” Gunner said, kissing his way back up my body. His hair was a mess from where I’d been running my hands through it, and his face was flushed. I liked this look on him. But then again, I liked every one of his looks. Except when he was angry. I didn’t like that one.
“No stopping,” I panted.
I was writhing and gasping beneath him despite my recent release. My hands were all over him since they’d found something to stroke and caress. And it turned out I couldn’t get enough of him.
I knew he wanted this. I knewIwanted this. Why was he delaying? My body was desperate for him to continue touching me.
“You can’t regret this tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and raspy, his eyes roaming my face, drinking me in. “I fought this for as long as I could. But once we do this, you’re mine.”
“I won’t regret a thing,” I whispered. I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t be embarrassed when we had to face each other tomorrow morning. But one thing I was sure about was that I wouldn’t regret being with him.
And what did he mean I was his? For tonight? For the time we were at the cabin? For a month?
My words seemed to have been enough as he fused his lips to mine in a slow and gentle caress.
His chest brushed against my pebbled nipples, and I moaned into the kiss before winding a leg around him, drawing him closer.
“I need you,” I breathed close to his ear since he wouldn’t have been able to hear me otherwise. My voice seemed to have deserted me in the heat of the moment. “I want this. And whatever happens, I promise the last thing I’ll do is regret it.”
He rolled on top of me, fitting between my legs like he was always meant to be there. The feel of his skin against mine made me shiver. My senses were in overdrive, and my body ached for his every caress.
“Condom,” he groaned, breaking into my equilibrium.
