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Her pretty brown eyes flutter open, looking a little glazed, as she whispers, “I think you just ruined me.”
I chuckle, push up off the bed and look around for my pants. They’re here somewhere and I need to get the condom in my wallet.There. I bend over, snag them off the floor and find my wallet, flipping it open. As I tear the package open with my teeth, I feel her watching me intently. And I fucking love it. I love her eyes on me, her hands on me. I love everything about this woman.
Like. Ilikeeverything about this woman, I correct myself as I yank my boxer briefs down and roll the condom on.
I hear her swift intake of breath and she pushes up on her elbows, her focus on my raging erection. “You’re…” She licks her lips and, I swear, I grow another fucking inch. “Quite, ah, big.”
“You can take me,” I say confidently, crawling onto the bed and on top of her. Lowering my hand between our bodies, I stroke her pussy, smearing her wetness over my cock, pumping it a couple of times.
Fuck. I’m gonna blow.Gritting my teeth, I lower down onto my elbows. “This is embarrassing to admit, but my control is about to snap.” I press a kiss to her throat. When she reaches down and grips my cock, a guttural groan rips out of me. “Fuck.”
“Do it,” she hisses, lifting her hips, those long legs dropping open in welcome.
Hunter likes to maintain her control; I like to maintain my finesse. But it disintegrates the moment I enter her, harder and faster than I intend. I’m not a selfish lover, though, and I adjust her hips, angling them just right before I start thrusting.Gotta hit the sweet spot.
Then, for the first time in my life, I lose myself in a woman.No, not just a woman. In Hunter.She’s so damn hot, squeezing me, and I am a goner. Whatever rhythm I start out with goes to hell far faster than I’d like. My strokes become wilder, harder, and I’m on the verge of losing what shredded control I’ve managed to hold onto.
But I need her to come first.For the third time, thank you very much.
“Get there,” I rasp, plunging deeper. A cry tears from her lips and her nails dig into my arms when her release hits. “Good girl.”
As she comes, our gazes lock and the vulnerability I see in her molasses eyes, her pupils blown wide, sends me straight over the edge. My release hits me like a thief in the night, the intensity unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my body shudders hard as I erupt with a harsh groan. Pure ecstasy washes over me in waves and my toes curl into the mattress.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I collapse, dropping down on her, careful to support my weight, but feeling like someone just stun-gunned me. Still lodged deep inside her, my dick is twitching with aftershocks, and I press a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck. Inhaling deeply, savoring her soft vanilla scent and the connection of our bodies, I know whatever happens in Spain isn’t just staying in Spain.
Because despite what Hunter wants, I want something now, too.
I want her. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.
∞∞∞
“Ohhh…Goddd…” Hunter shoves back against me, meeting each of my strokes. She’s bent over, elbows on the bed, gorgeous ass up in the air as I thrust into her from behind over and over.
I swear to God, at some point tonight, I lost my damn mind. I can’t get enough of her. I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms exchanged, the different positions tried, the naughty words whispered. All I know is I’m obsessed.
Fucking. Obsessed.
“Fuck,” I growl, reaching around and strumming that sensitive bundle of nerves. As a man who’s done his research, I know I’m toying with about eight thousand nerves in that little pink package, versus only about four thousand in the head of my cock. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now, but I’m determined to keep her screaming out my name.
“Knox!” She slams back then collapses, the bedspread muffling her cries.
My fingers dig into her hips, holding her up as I roar through my release. Dropping down, I cover her with my body, brush her hair aside and lightly kiss the back of her neck. I’m not sure what she’s done to me—what kind of spell she’s cast over me—but I am wrecked. Utterly and completely lost in a bliss and wonder I’ve never known before. And I will happily stay here forever.
After getting rid of the condom—thank Christ I found some extra ones tucked in the side pocket of my duffel bag—I slip under the covers and turn on my side to face Hunter. My hands itch to pull her close and wrap my body around hers, but the look in her eye warns me to move slowly. I want that fearful look replaced by trust more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She’s turning me inside out, making me want things I’ve never wanted before.
“What’re you thinking?” I ask, desperate to get to know her better. Needing to know every little thing. Like why she’s so skittish and what I can do to reassure her. Reaching over, I tuck a lock of her russet-colored hair behind her ear.
“Tonight was…” Her voice drifts off and she gives me the prettiest smile. “Perfect. Thank you, Knox.”
She sits up, pushing the covers back and I frown.Wait, what?“Where are you going?” I blurt out, pushing myself up.
Her brow furrows. “Back to my room. I thought we were, um, finished here.”
And now I know what one of my marks feels like.Wow. Not good.I’m not going to lie, my feelings are kinda hurt.
“We aren’t finished,” I tell her, my voice harsher than I intend. Not by a longshot.