Page 38 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Her hands fisted, the sensation of the ties at her wrists ramping her arousal even more.

Somewhere along the line, he’d added a third finger, stretching her even tighter. She knew the snugness she felt now wouldn’t even compare to how taut she’d be when he filled her with his cock. Her hips answered his hand, each entrance met with more pressure as she pushed against him. She’d nearly reached the pinnacle when Hunter retreated.

She groaned. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t answer. His fingers touched her ass again and she sighed with relief. He was coming back…

Only he didn’t. Not exactly. His wet fingers didn’t take her pussy. Instead, he used her body’s moisture somewhere else. The tip of his finger grazed her anus. When he’d touched her there earlier, she’d been shocked by the impulses it fired inside her.

“Hunter?”

“Just exploring, Annie. For now. I told you before. You make me want too many things. Not all of them are going to be nice or easy. Have you ever?—”

“No,” she answered quickly. As soon as the word flew from her mouth, she regretted it, curious now about what he’d wanted to ask. Had she ever what? Had a finger there? A cock? A toy? It didn’t matter. The answer to all of the above was still no. But now she was left wondering where his thoughts were taking him.

Hunter bent over her back and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. The sweet gesture was in direct contrast to his next words.

“I’m going to fill that pretty arse of yours with lube and fuck it.”

She swallowed heavily.

“Would you let me do that, Annie?”

She nodded, her throat too clogged to speak.

He kissed her again. “God, I love you.”

The words had come easily, blending in with the moment as Hunter returned to kneeling between her legs. She wasn’t even sure he knew what he’d said, but that didn’t stop the words from shaking Annie to the core.

The sound of a condom wrapper crinkling distracted her. Then she felt the head of Hunter’s cock as it pressed into her pussy. She’d been right. His fingers hadn’t even begun to stretch her as much as his huge erection was. She hissed, breathing through her mouth as she tried to assimilate her body to his gorgeous invasion.

Hunter sensed her discomfort, slowing his entrance. His fingers drifted around her waist, playing with her clit until more moisture filled her pussy, allowing him to burrow deeper. He played her body to perfection, using his touches on her clit, his sweet words, his soft kisses along her spine to turn her to pure, molten jelly. Once he’d lodged himself fully inside her, he stopped moving.

“Okay?”

She nodded. Then shook her head. Tears sprang to her eyes. She tried to hide them but Hunter was too observant.

“Hey.” He leaned over her body. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. I just…”

What the hell could she say? She’d just realized she’d fallen head over heels in love with him. Not a crush or infatuation. Not mild attraction or lust. She was fucking heart-thumping, sweaty palms, pulsing cunt in love with Hunter Sullivan. A stockman from Australia. What the fuck was she supposed to do with that?

Rather than speak what was in her heart, she lied. Sort of.

“You feel so good inside me. Would you…I mean, could you fuck me hard?Reallyhard?”

In her fantasies, she’d dreamed of being tied down, taken from behind. He’d brought her this far. There was no going back now. She needed him. Wanted him. She’d take her shattered heart back to New York and count the pain well worth it if only he’d finish what they’d started.

Hunter pushed back to his knees and took her farther than she’d ever dared to go in her dreams. Each pounding entry shook her frame, each sliding retreat an agony as she waited for his return. He thrust inside her harder and deeper, the pressure building until she screamed her release.

He didn’t stop, didn’t offer a reprieve. He pummeled faster, hitting places that had never known the touch of a man. Her second orgasm came quicker, rattling her bones, causing her teeth to chatter.

Hunter froze as she came. He hadn’t shared her release. While her hazy brain knew he’d held back, she couldn’t formulate the question to ask why.

She collapsed to her stomach, the motion pulling her away from Hunter’s still-hard cock. Reaching up, he released her hands from the tie, helping her pull them down to her sides. He gently massaged her shoulders and she groaned as he eased the muscles until the pins and needles prickling in her hands subsided.

He slowly turned her onto her back. She cupped his dear, beloved cheek and smiled.