Page 53 of Marks of Rebellion

I snuggle deeper into him and slide my arms around his waist. "You're nice and warm."

"You're not shaking as bad."

"Because I'm stealing your body heat," I tease and forget I told Hunter earlier to forget about me. I slide my hands under his shirt and onto his bare skin. Without thinking, I dip into his waistband to palm one of his muscular ass cheeks.

He kisses my forehead, and I gaze up.

His golden-brown eyes twinkle with an intense heat that sparks a stirring in my core.

He doesn't move, but the longer he stares at me, the harder his erection underneath me becomes.

Why isn't he kissing me?

I told him we were done.

Why did I tell him that?

The warm night air swirls around us, and the rumbling of the motor drowns out most of the jungle noises.

Hunter doesn't take his eyes off me. "Ryker, turn some music on."

"Can you help me, Julieta? This road isn't the best."

"Sure." She turns on the radio and tunes it to a reggae channel.

The beat of the music is soft yet happy.

"Turn it up, please," Hunter yells out and continues to fixate on my face.

Please just kiss me. Forget I said what I did earlier.

God, I'm a stupid woman.

Hunter's hand slides from my knee and up my thigh. A trail of tingles pulse from his flesh, and he takes one lonesome finger and drags it back and forth over my sex.

His eyes never leave me. He swallows hard then licks his lips and continues to stroke on top of my shorts.

My chest rises and falls faster.

Bob Marley blares out, "Little darling, stir it up." Hunter inches his hand under my shorts and slides his finger into my wetness then onto my clit.

With the beat of the music, he circles me, taunting and watching me with his lips only inches next to mine.

His palm flattens against my back as it arches closer to him, and my lower body moves in motion with his finger.

Curling toes, pounding blood, and heat flushing my face are so powerful, my eyes roll as I dig my nails into his ass cheek.

His lips move across my neck, buzzing on my flesh. He quickly dips his finger into my opening then moves it back to my clit.

I pull my arms away from him, shifting my body, and unzipping his pants.

His hands slide under my shorts to cup my cheeks, and I move the material that is between us, and I straddle on him.

Our breaths merge, but our lips don't touch.

The blanket slips down, and he clenches it and wraps his arms tight around me.

Another song comes on. I've heard it before and match his thrusts.