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Chapter 9

Hunter walked Cleoback to the couch, his mouth on hers as he teased her tongue with his and drew soft moans from those pretty lips.

He pushed her back as they hit the edge of the couch and she fell. He dropped to his knees, yanked off her boots and pants, taking her underwear too.

“Hunter!” Cleo moved her hands to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and shook his head.

“I need to see you. You’re so stunning. Don’t hide from me. You know how much I want you.” He kissed her hands and then leaned over her, pinning them above her head, before delving back into her mouth. His tongue stroked hers, and she kissed him back with a fire that made him groan.

Hunter moved his hands away, and she stayed where she was, her breath heaving. He pulled open her shirt and cupped her breasts. “You’re amazing. So beautiful.”

He lowered his head and sucked a nipple, sampling her sweet taste, before moving to the other.

Cleo arched against his mouth, and her fingers wound into his hair.

He slid lower, tasting her skin, tracing down her belly as he eased her legs open wide to reveal dark curls. His fingers dipped into her, and he growled at how wet she was.

“Oh!” Cleo breathed out, her hips bucking against his hand. It would be so easy to lose control and give in to her request for sex.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes! I need more,” she panted out.

Hunter stroked her sweet center, the urge to take her making it impossible to think clearly. But Cleo didn’t need a fast, sweaty fuck. This was about proving to her how much he wanted all of her, even the messy parts. The sex would come, just like she was about to.

He dipped his head between her legs and ran his tongue over her wet heat.

Cleo groaned and thrust against his mouth. “Fuck me. It’s all I want. I need to feel you.”

“I will soon, but not yet.” Hunter caught her thighs to keep her in place as he went to work, licking and stroking, using his tongue to get her even wetter. “You taste amazing, Cleo. Just like I remember, but even sweeter.”

She bucked against his mouth. He gripped her tighter as he tongue fucked her, delving in deep, then focused on her clit when she groaned long and low as he sucked it into his mouth and rolled his tongue against it.

The noises Cleo made were primal as he worked another finger inside her tight heat.

She tugged on his hair, and he looked up into lust hazed eyes. “Get inside me.”

“Do you plan on making us official if I do?” He teased her clit with his fingers, stroking the sensitive nub and the area around it with a firm hand.

“I can’t.”

“You won’t.”

“I would, if things were different.”

“That’s still a no.” Hunter dragged his tongue across her wet heat, seriously rethinking the waiting to fuck her option. Cleo was shaking, so close to coming, and his cock ached, it was so hard with longing. He wanted nothing more than to feel her clench around him as she climaxed.

“It would never work,” she whispered.

“It would. Try me out. You’ll love being my mate. I’d do this to you every night. I’d screw you in the shower, take you from behind on the bed while I stroke your clit, pin you up against the wall and hold you tight while I fuck you. And I’d protect you, love you, and make sure everyone knew you were mine.”

She groaned and pressed against his hand. “It’s too much.”

“Come for me, Cleo. Show me how much you want me.” Hunter lost control as he slid his pants down. He eased another finger inside her and tongued her clit. One fuck wouldn’t mess up his plans. He’d still convince Cleo to love him.

Cleo gasped out a breath and thrust against him, a muffled scream shooting out as she clamped a hand over her mouth. Her core tightened around Hunter’s fingers and pulsed as her orgasm hit.

It was the sweetest thing he’d experienced in over a year, ever since the last time he’d had Cleo naked, crying out his name as he thrust into her.