“Never.” Hunter’s head was tipped forward slightly.
“It’s funny,” I told him, “that you brought me flowers. Walter sent me some too. But I think his bouquet was bigger.”
Hunter crossed the room, not that it was much in the tiny apartment.
“I’m going to call him back here after you leave,” I said. “See, I spent a lot of time getting myself all ready for him because I really wanted to get laid tonight.”
Wait, I thought we were just teasing!
Hunter tangled a hand in my hair and pulled me to him, our lips almost touching. “The only person touching you is going to be me.”
“Or me,” I whispered back.
His tongue flitted out to lightly lick my bottom lip, then he nipped it.
“I don’t think you’re going to pass this up again,” he said, giving me that arrogant grin. “I think you want me too bad.”
Yes.
He ripped my shirt open the rest of the way, his hands hot on my skin. Still, his mouth wasn’t on mine.
“Admit it, Meg,” he said in that deep voice that made me want to rip off the rest of my clothes. “I’m all you can think about.” His large hand caressed my thigh.
A cock sure would be nice right now!my inner sex goddess reminded me.
His fingers were tantalizingly close to the band of my thong.
Just a little lower…I leaned forward, needing to feel his mouth. He drew back slightly.
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered. “And I can make you forget all about Walter.”
My panties were soaking wet. He was right. I did need him. “I want it,” I breathed against his mouth.
Bad decisions incoming!But Hunter’s mouth on mine was worth all of it.
His tongue swept inside my mouth, claiming and forceful. He tasted like desire. I moaned against his lips, my fingers clinging onto his shirt.
“You are wearing way too much clothing,” I murmured the moment that we parted for air.
Hunter slanted a sideways smile at me. Then suddenly, with a gasp of surprise, I found myself pushed down to the springy bed. He climbed over me, his warm lips kissing down my neck. I arched into it as his hands found the hem of my shirt, tearing it off me the rest of the way. I raised my arms and pulled my bra over my head in one smooth motion.
Bowing his head, Hunter took one hard nipple into his mouth.
I moaned again, tipping my head back and enjoying the sensations cascading through me. His hot tongue swept over my nipple while he pinched the other with two fingers—the slight spark of pain and the deep pleasure mixed in the best kind of way.
As if reading my mind, Hunter lifted his head. His hand never stopped its motion—pinching and playing with my pebbled nipple.
“What do you want?” Hunter asked.
I knew I must have looked half-wrecked already, which was ridiculous. We had barely begun, and I was already desperate for him. It made me wonder how high he could drive me. This was such a bad idea, but I was enjoying every second of it.
Well, since the man had asked… “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
He smiled like a cat who got the cream. Or a cat who was about to get the cream—whatever.
He kissed his way down between my breasts, heading south at a slow pace that drove me crazy. I bit my lip, trying not to be too impatient but also wanting to shove his head down between my legs.
Hunter got there at last, easing my pants down bit by bit and then pressing his lips over every new inch of skin that was exposed. He kissed and licked right under my belly button then my pussy.
