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 where he began and I ended anymore. 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, erasing all questions.
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.
“Please tell me you have one,” I rasped.
He pushed himself up on his elbows. “Give me a minute.”
With a fleeting kiss to my lips, he was off me and prowling to his bag as naked as the day he was born. The sight was enough to accelerate my breathing all over again. His powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace, and he carried himself with an air of confidence that was drawing me in.
I’d never considered myself to be attracted to a man’s legs, but his firm and toned ones were works of art. My gaze got stuck on his perfectly shaped glutes before moving up to his carved back and wide shoulders.
He pulled something out of the side pocket of his bag and stood back up.
When he turned, I was hit with a sculpted chest, lightly sprinkled with hair. But where his body was powerful, his face was mesmerizing. He had ruggedly handsome features, full lips, and smooth olive skin.
He had a few fine scars running along the side of his cheek and jaw, the lines light and almost invisible. The slight imperfections only added to his appeal.
His dark curly hair was cut short, and I wondered what it would look like if he grew it out.
He stalked back to the bed, not wasting any time before getting into the same position we’d been in before.
“Now where were we?”
I grinned at him and directed his mouth back to mine. He didn’t need any more encouragement, and the fire inside that had dimmed came roaring back to life as soon as our lips touched.
When my breathing once again became choppy, he lined himself up. I held his gaze when he entered me, unable to look away. My body was on sensation overload. He stretched me in the best way and at the same time looked at me like I was his most prized possession.
