His mouth found a sensitive spot behind her ear that made her gasp. “You’ve been driving me crazy all week,” he murmured against her throat, teeth grazing her pulse point. “Watching you work, flour in your hair, that little frown when you concentrate.”
His admission sent heat pooling low in her belly, and she pulled him down onto the bed with her. Their mouths met in a deep, urgent kiss. When they parted, his pupils were blown wide. She reached for his belt buckle, her fingers fumbling slightly with the leather. He helped her, and when his jeans hit the floor, she could see his cock straining against his boxers.
Her leggings came off next, then her bra. When his mouth found her nipple, her back arched off the bed. He circled it with his tongue, then used his teeth. The dual sensation made her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there.
He took his time with her breasts, moving from one to the other, using his mouth and hands until she was writhing beneath him. Every nerve ending felt alive.
His hand skimmed down her stomach. When he reached her panties, he slid the fabric down her legs. Then he touched her soaking wet pussy and groaned. “You’re so ready for me.”
He kissed down her body, taking his time despite her impatiently pushing at his shoulders. When he settled between her thighs, the first stroke of his tongue made her whole body jolt.
“Oh god, yes!” she gasped.
He worked her with focused intensity, two fingers sliding inside, making her spine bow off the bed. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Every time she got close to the edge, he’d shift the pressure just enough to keep her hanging there, desperate and shaking.
He relentlessly built her desire until she thought she might actually die from the tension. When he finally let her come, sucking her clit while his fingers curled inside her, she screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
He kissed back up her body while she was still shaking, and she could taste herself on his mouth when he met her lips. The intimacy of it made her pussy clench.
“I need you inside me,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He groaned and pulled back just enough to reach for the nightstand drawer. She heard the crinkle of foil, watched his hands shake slightly as he rolled on the condom. When his cock pushed into her, they both groaned. Her body gripped him like they were made for each other. She was swollen and sensitive from her orgasm, and the stretch of accommodating him sent aftershocks through her core.
He started with slow, deep thrusts that hit places inside her that made her gasp. Her nails raked down his back, urging him faster, harder. The controlled soldier finally snapped. His pace turned punishing, exactly what she needed.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and the authority in his voice made her even wetter.
Her fingers found her clit, circling in time with his thrusts. The combination was devastating. She could feel another orgasm building.
“That’s it,” he growled when her pussy started fluttering. “Come on my cock, baby.”
Three more thrusts and she was coming again, her whole body locking tight as pleasure ripped through her. The rhythmic squeeze of her pussy around him triggered his own release. He buried himself deep, her name breaking from his throat as he came.
They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, breathing hard. He stayed inside her for a moment, neither wanting to separate, but eventually he had to pull out. She made a soft sound of protest at the loss.
Brie watched through heavy lids as he dealt with the condom, appreciating the view of his body in the dim lamp light. When he returned to bed, he pulled her against his chest, and she sprawled across him with a contented sigh, skin still humming from their lovemaking.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Hunter woke slowly,aware first of warmth against his chest, then the weight of Brie’s body curved into his. She lay on her side facing away from him, her back pressed to his front, her ass nestled perfectly against his hips. The quilts cocooned them in heat despite the cold cabin air.
Gray morning light filtered through frosted windows. His fingertips traced the curve of her hip. Her skin was silky and soft from sleep. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, pressing back against him with an unconscious seeking that made his cock harder.
He explored the dip of her waist, the subtle ridges of her ribs, his touch light. His wolf purred with satisfaction at having her here, safe and warm in his arms. When his palm skimmed the underside of her breast, she made a sound, something between a sigh and a moan. Her nipple was already tight when his thumb found it.
She was waking now. Her ass pushed back against his erection, a slow grind that had him biting back a groan. The friction wasmaddening, and he knew she could feel exactly how hard he was for her.
His hand moved lower, across the soft curve of her stomach. He took his time, savoring the way her breathing hitched when he got close to where she wanted him.
When he finally slipped his hand between her thighs, she was soaking wet. Her leg lifted slightly, giving him access. His fingers found her clit, and she gasped, her whole body tensing then melting back against him.
“Hunter,” she breathed.
His fingers slid through her wetness. She was drenched, swollen and ready for him despite just waking. The knowledge that she wanted him this badly made his cock throb.
She turned her head, seeking his mouth. The kiss was messy, desperate, her tongue sliding against his as his fingers worked her clit in slow circles. She rocked her hips in time with his movements, chasing the pleasure he was giving her. Her hand reached back, gripping his thigh for leverage as she ground against his fingers.
