Page 29 of Hard to Lose

We proceed to slowly make it down his hallway, my back seemingly visiting every wall as we go. The one beside the kitchen for a deep kiss. The one nearing the bathroom for a slide of his mouth down to nip my collarbone as his hands find and cup my breasts. Just outside the bedroom so my teeth can gently tug on his bottom lip while I unbutton his jeans.

Then his room. He leads me in by the hand and then stares at me through the dim light. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel—”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” I keep my eyes on his as I shimmy my jean shorts down over my hips and stand there naked before him. “The question is, what are you going to do with me now?”

His cocky grin reappears and his eyes fire as he takes a few steps toward me. A soft chuckle falls from his lips as he copies my actions and shoves his jeans to the floor.

Well, hello there.

He’s gorgeous. And not just because he pulls a condom out and jackets up without questioning. But because as he does, I’m allowed a glorious moment to study him. The broad shoulders. The strong forearms. The trim waist that leads down to a very healthy, very hard dick. The firm thighs below it.

As a woman who unabashedly enjoys sex—the buildup to it and the act of it—I’m far from disappointed in what greets me when Gunner stands there naked before me. Sure, it’s dark in the room, but this is going to be exceptional.

So damn exceptional.

“What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs and narrows his brow, as he closes the distance between us. He reaches out to my waist and pulls me against him. Our bodies touch without anything between us for the first time.

My skin hums from the feel of him.

My body aches in the most deliciously sweet ways.

And when his lips slant back over mine and his fingers find their way between my thighs, every part of me wants to beg him to touch me everywhere. His kiss captures my moan when his fingers slip between my slick heat and tuck into me.

“Christ, Chase,” he says against my neck, the heat of his breath sending chills over my skin. His fingers slide over nerves inside and deliver their own sensual assault.

My hands grip his shoulders, fingernails digging into already scarred flesh. I want to reach down and stroke him, feel him, return the favor, and yet I’m held captive by his touch in the best way possible.

His mouth moves to my breasts, the roughness of his stubble, and the warm heat of his mouth against my sensitive nipples, is like adding kerosene to the fire he’s stoking between my thighs.

“Gunner,” I moan as he continues to slide his fingers in and out at the same time his lips and tongue tempt and tease me into a riotous bliss.

My core aches and burns and begs for more and when it hits—when the crescendo of the symphony he’s built hits—my body doesn’t know if it wants to tense or collapse in a heap as my muscles pulse and tighten around him.

“That’s it. Come on,” he encourages as his teeth nip my shoulder. “Come for me, baby.” He groans, his hand now soaked and his dick pulsing against my abdomen, begging to get in on the action.

My breath is shallow as his chuckle heats my ear. “That was good to start with, but I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock like that.” His tongue pushes between my lips and demands more from me. “Taking me all in.” A line of open-mouthed kisses down my jawline. “Fucking me.”

I already ache for him to fill me. I just climaxed, but where his touch is akin to a match, his words are incendiary, taunting me to want more.

And I definitely want more.

“Gunner,” I whisper, as I slide my own hand between my thighs. I coat my fingers with my arousal and then wrap my hand around his cock and slide up and down.

It’s his turn to freeze. His turn to groan. His turn to have his fuse ignited.

And that’s all it takes to ignite the flame we’ve been toying with. Within seconds, Gunner pushes me onto the bed at my back. I scoot back on my elbows and revel in the sight of watching him crawl onto the bed.

He stops to kiss one of my calves.

Then another kiss to the opposite knee.

A playful bite on the side of my hip.

Then a soft suck on one of my nipples before his lips meet mine again.

My body writhes in desperation to have him. To feel him. To give him the same type of pleasure he just gave me.

Gunner kisses slowly at first. Softly. Each time our lips meet, the hunger intensifies. A tinge of desperation morphs into an all-out onslaught of need and greed until I’m spreading my legs and lifting my hips, practically begging him.