“You’re everything,” I breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “Everything.”
She’s so warm and wet and perfect beneath me that I almost say it—I love you—but I bite it back.
Because this is just sex.
Right?
Right?
Then she grabs my face between her hands, pulls me down for a kiss so consuming I forget how to breathe, and whispers, “Please don’t stop.”
And I don’t.
“Look me in the eye,” I growl. Well, fuck, if she wants to keep it casual? I’m going to make this worth every second.
“Still hate me, don’t you.”
“So much,” she whimpers, but there’s that smile again—playful, teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I grab her ass with both hands and start thrusting harder, deeper, until I’m buried to the hilt and she’s crying out my name—bothof them.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth, grinding into her. “You feel too good. You feel likemine.”
She moans loud enough that I have to slap a hand over her mouth. “Shhh. Gonna get us kicked off the lake,” I whisper, even though the smug satisfaction in my chest is louder than her cries.
Our rhythm grows frantic. Desperate. The only sound is skin meeting skin, her muffled moans, my panting breath.
And then I feel her tighten around me—hot, pulsing, slick.
“I’m coming,” she gasps under my palm. “Thor. I mean…Hunter. I mean…ohmygod?—”
Her whole body trembles. She arches, clenching and fluttering around me as she comes hard, wet, and wild. And it’s too much—I’m right there with her, nearly undone by the way she calls out my name like it’s a prayer.
“Fuck,” I grunt, muscles seizing. “Where do you want me, baby? Tell me.”
She whimpers, looking me dead in the eye as she reaches up and grabs my ass to pull me in deeper.
“Inside,” she begs. “Please… I want it all. Just—don’t pull out.”
My vision blurs.
I slam into her once, twice more—and then I’m gone.
I spill inside her with a groan so deep it sounds like it was dragged up from hell. My hands are gripping her hips so tight I might leave bruises, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s still trembling, still clinging to me like she never wants me to leave.
And honestly?
Right now?
Neither do I.
She’s curled into me afterward, legs tangled with mine, her cheek resting on my chest like she belongs there.
And I say it.
Quietly. Just above a whisper. I don’t care if she wants casual. If she thinks on some level, she can’t trust me. I have to tell her.
“I love you.”
