Page 37 of Double Obsession

He moved leisurely, caressing her skin as he pushed her dress to her waist and unclasped her bra. It was hard to feel self-conscious over what breastfeeding three children had done to the shape of her boobs when he stared at them from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, playing with them until her body undulated with need. Catching her mid-writhe, he held her tight as his lips wrapped around an erect tip. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as she shamelessly shoved her breasts in his face.

“Damn, your tits are delicious.” He palmed and suckled each until she hummed from his electricity. Then he sucked, licked, and nibbled her neck as he guided her onto her back.

A dizzying desire annihilated the rest of her self-consciousness. She lifted her hips as he pulled her dress and panties off. The air-conditioned breeze only chilled her for a second before he climbed on top of her. She closed her eyes and memorized his touch as he kissed a trail down her torso to her waist.

“Fuck, Jenna. Your pussy is pretty.” He combed his fingers through the hair.

His words were so damn sexy that she opened her thighs, hoping to entice him further. His breath blew across her hips before two fingers parted and entered her. They circled, fluttered, then plunged in and out. “Damn, you’re wet.”

Immersed in passion, she rocked her hips to the rhythm of his deep strokes. When he shifted positions, she opened her eyes.

His face dipped between her thighs. The second his tongue entered her, her hips bucked and she cried out. His hands and mouth worked together to bring her to the brink of pleasure.

Her body quaked. “Hunter, I’m going to come.”

He stopped devouring her to coax, “All over my face, beautiful.”

She reached for him. “Hunter,” she panted. “I need you inside me—now.”

With red cheeks and glossy lips, he peered up at her. Before she finished her plea of, “Please, I wa—” he climbed up her body and sank himself deep.

While he pounded into her, she grabbed his neck between her teeth, bit down, then sucked.

“Shit,” he moaned.

“Harder,” she begged between her suckling.

He slammed his hips against hers.

“Harder!”

He grunted and thrust.

“God, yes. Faster,” she demanded.

A virile sheen of sweat coated his forehead as he increased his speed.

Her body tensed to the point of delicious pain, and she dug her fingernails into his back. With one final shudder, she cried out, “Hunter!” And her world exploded into colorful, glittering fireworks.

Chapter Sixteen

It was the best damn wet dream Hunter had ever had—so real that he was convinced her hand clutched his boner. When the scent of jasmine hit his nostrils, he opened his eyes. Although the room was dark, he made out a shadow hovering over his lower body. “Jenna?”

She unwrapped her hand to run a finger along his length.

“God, damn!” It wasn’t a dream. But how in the hell could his balls still ache with need after their twenty-four-hour sex frenzy?

Jenna climbed up his body. Her lips found his and soon her gentle kisses morphed into a demanding tongue exploration. “I want to see you,” she whispered.

The lamp seemed a million miles away, but who was he to deny a lady her wishes? He kissed the top of her head before pushing himself up and flicking on a stained-glass globe. A beam reflected off her golden hair.

He opened his arms, intending to wrap her in them, but she gave him a mischievous smile and pulled away. Her tongue darted out of her mouth as her glazed-over eyes ran the length of his torso. “Damn!” She was devouring him with her gaze and becoming drugged in the process.

He pushed two pillows under his head, pulled the blankets to the end of the bed, then lay back on his smug ass enjoying her perusal.

“Let me worship your body,” she said.

He hissed in a breath, then bit his lip. She could possess him, use him, leer at him, fuck him a million ways. He was all hers!