I followed her. I wanted to peel her clothes off and press my mouth to her wet one. As soon as we were off the street and alone, I grabbed her around the waist.
39
Meghan
Hunter’s eyes had been on me the entire time we had walked over to the city hall building. It was only a quick walk, but it felt like eternity. And I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I was also noticing how the wet fabric of his shirt had turned sheer with the water, plastering itself over his muscular chest, the chest I had had dreams about, the one I wanted to run my hands down and mark with my nails.
As soon as we walked into the narrow side entrance, Hunter grabbed me, pushing me against the wall.
“I need to change,” I chattered. His eyes were dark and dilated as he reached up and hooked a finger under the knot that tied the thin red crop top under my boobs.
“What’s stopping you?” he rumbled, that deliciously deep voice echoing around me.
“You,” I whispered.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
“I want you, Meg,” he breathed, his words hot against my chilled skin. “You make me crazy.” He rested his forehead against mine, his mouth almost touching my lips. The heat from his body radiated against me. “I need you.” His hands slid up my bare midriff. “Say you want me,” he said, voice hoarse.
Maybe it was the alcohol or all the sun, but I tilted my head, closing the distance between us, moaning softly at how right it felt to be back in his arms.
His strong arms circled me, pulling me closer against the hard planes of his chest. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair as he tipped my head back, claiming my mouth. His tongue teased mine, and I moaned again as his large hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me steady as he took my mouth.
I was panting when he pulled away slightly to press hot kisses down my chest to my tits, sucking on the nipple through the fabric. His other hand slipped between my legs.
“We cannot have sex in city hall,” I wheezed. “That is too much of a low for me.”
Hunter pulled back. “I wasn’t going to have sex with you,” he said, blinking at me. “I was just going to eat you out.”
That sounds like a fine idea!
No! Bad idea!
“Terrible idea,” I said, sounding shakier than I would have liked as I pushed him away from me.
“Can I at least watch while you change?” he asked, eyes heavy lidded. I knew if I started taking my clothes off in front of him, it wouldn’t end until I was screaming his name.
“Absolutely not,” I replied, picking up my bag.
* * *
I freakedout silently in the bathroom as I changed and tried to use paper towels to wring some of the water out of my hair. My body was vibrating with desire.
You should have just let him eat you out.I bet it would be good.
Hell, I knew it would be good. Hunter was fantastic.
He didn’t mean it!I tried to tell myself. Sometimes he would get like that—push my boundaries, make me think that he had changed, that he was a better person, a marriageable, settle-down-and-have-a-family type of person. Then he never failed to turn around and screw me over.
But I still wanted him.
Have better self-control, I chastised myself as I tugged on the long-sleeved V-neck T-shirt and the cropped pants Hazel had put in my bag.
I walked out of the bathroom, wondering whether I should wait for Hunter or go back to the festival. Then I thought,Maybe he didn’t actually wait for me.
Go or leave?
