Page 64 of Hot Shot
“Wine. And flowers. For your aunt.” He gestures to the items he set on the counter.
“You didn’t have to do that. And coffee for me? How can I thank you for your thoughtfulness?”
“A kiss would be nice.”
“Oh, really.”
“Yes.” He turns to face me and takes the cup from my hands. I laugh as he sets it down on the counter. “Come here. I missed you, sweets.”
I step into his arms and wrap mine around his neck. “Only one kiss, hot shot?”
His eyes darken and his answer comes out in a growl. “I’ll take however many you want to give.”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine. I sigh into the kiss as his arms tighten around me. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I run my nails against his scalp, and he groans, nipping my bottom lip and kissing along my jawline, his hands roaming under my shirt.
“How long until your aunt is expecting us?” He pulls his mouth from my skin momentarily before dropping back down to pepper kisses along my neck.
“Mmmmm.” How am I supposed to form coherent thoughts right now?
Hunter kisses me right below my ear eliciting a shiver from me. “How long?” he repeats.
I blink, trying to figure out what he’s asking, my head still in a daze. “An hour or so. You got here early.”
He must like that answer because he kisses me deeply again, and we get lost in each other. His hands roam up my back under my shirt. Eventually, he grips my hips and lifts me up.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
His answer is to grind into me so I can feel how hard he is, which turns me on even more. I wrap my legs around him like a koala clinging to a eucalyptus tree and hold on as he walks us to my bedroom. Hunter kicks the door shut behind him and lays me down on the bed. He bends down to remove his socks and sneakers before climbing up to meet me.
“Hi,” he says as he leans over me, his eyes hooded with desire.
“Hi.” I smile up at him.
“I wanted a better look at you.”
“Oh yeah. What did you want a better look at?” I whisper.
“You. All of you.” Hunter shifts so he’s balanced on one arm above me and uses his other hand to stroke my face.
I turn into his touch. He leans down, and when he’s a hair’s breadth away from me, I reach up and circle my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. Okay, so more like I tug and Hunter lets me pull him down, because this man is all muscle, and I couldn’t move him if he didn’t want to be moved.
His warmth encompasses me, and I moan against his lips. If my panties weren’t ruined before, they sure are when I feel his hard length against my leg.
I groan and shift, trying to get some friction where I need it.
Hunter tears his lips away from mine. “What do you need, sweets?”
“You. I need you.”
He rolls, taking me with him, and I start to protest, but he stops me with a kiss. “I felt like I was crushing you.”
He snakes his hand up under the edge of my shirt and toward my breasts. My nipples harden, waiting for his hand, for his mouth, for whatever he’ll give them. He stops at the edge of my bra, slipping one finger under the edge of the cup to dance along the skin under my breast, and I about lose my mind.
“Stop. Fucking. Around. And. Touch. Me. Already,” I grit out, grinding against him, seeking friction to quell the buildup between my legs.
He chuckles.The man fucking laughs. “I will. I’m taking my time. I want to savor this moment with you. I’ve been fantasizing about this since we started dating. I’m not rushing it.”
I’m done waiting. I’m so keyed up, I can’t wait any longer. My underwear is soaked and my breasts are aching. If he’s going to play his game, I’m going to play my own. Shoving his hand away, I sit up, stripping off my shirt and bra and chucking them over the side of the bed. He inhales a shaky breath and I smile in triumph, but before I can take the rest of my clothes off, he pounces, and I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me.
