He strips off my leggings, then unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, leaving him in only his trousers.
He kisses his way down my neck to my chest while his hand finds the clasp of my bra and frees it.
He tosses it aside, and a second later his mouth closes around my nipple while his other hand cups my breast, his thumb stroking the other.
A soft moan falls from my lips before I can stop it. The sensation is too good and intense.
He kisses his way lower, down my stomach, to the space between my thighs. Then a ripping sound fills the room, and my panties are gone.
He wastes no time. His mouth finds my clit, and he devours me with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs.
My hands bury themselves in his hair, and I swear I’ve never come so fast in my life. The pleasure is overwhelming, too much to resist, and I let it take me.
When he pulls back from between my thighs, a dark smirk plays at his mouth. He keeps his eyes on me as he strips off the last of his clothes.
He moves back up my body and captures my lips in a kiss. I taste myself on him.
“Hunter—” I gasp, the word breaking apart as his mouth moves to my neck. A shiver races down my spine, and my back arches off the bed.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his cock teasing my entrance.
The sensation makes my body ache for more. I need him inside me.
Now.
I nod, breathless.
“I want this.”
And the moment the words leave my lips, something inside me eases, and breaks at the same time.
One more time.
That is what I tell myself.
One last time to feel this—whatever this is between us.
To feel him.
To lose myself in something that isn’t pain, or guilt, or the constant weight pressing down on me.
Just once more.
And then I’ll end it.
For good.
But even as the thought forms, I know I won’t be able to. Reason is nowhere to be found, and before I can stop myself, the words are already out.
“This can’t lead anywhere. It has to stay casual. That’s what you said, after all. You don’t do relationships. You do sex.”
He nods, but something tells me he doesn’t agree. As if there’s a response on the tip of his tongue that he chooses not to give.
“If we keep doing this, no one can know. It has to stay a secret. And outside these walls, you need to stay away from me,” I whisper.
“You’re right. I don’t do relationships. Never saw the appeal of that sort of nonsense. But if I’m honest, the fact that you want this kept a secret gets right under my skin. I want the whole bloody world to know you’re mine.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he kisses me before I can get a word out. When he pulls back, he studies me for a moment.
