Page 68 of My Treasured Obsession

An unexpected chuckle burst out of me, broken by my choked whimper when he pinched my nipples and tugged. “G-great, actually. Thanks for asking.”

He grinned roguishly as he recalled our past exchange. It seemed eons ago, instead of a handful of weeks. Even then, I think I knew that our story was just beginning. The kiss on the dance floor wasn’t the end. It was the catalyst that pushed everything into place.

Souls at the mercy of fate, Hunter and I were meant to intertwine—to be in each other’s lives for as long as the universe deemed fit. And hopelessly, I wished it were for a long time coming.

“When did you get this?” Hunter thumbed my heart-shaped belly ring.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. “When I turned eighteen.”

He bit his bottom lip. “It’s cute. I like it.”

“Look at you lavishing me with compliments. Careful or you’ll inflate my ego to astronomical levels.”

“Can’t help it. I like everything about you. Even the parts I have yet to learn.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, caught between excitement and fear. That statement sounded serious, like this wasn’tonly just tonightfor him. I knew Hunter felt something for me—the samesomethingI felt for him, but this wasn’t a forever thing. We needed to have an expiry date. Because I wasn’t a long-term girl. Not anymore. And I’d never want to hurt him by giving him false hope.

I readied myself to speak, but the words evaporated when Hunter brought two fingers to my lips and dipped them past the seam.

“Suck, baby.”

I swirled my tongue around his digits before sucking hard, my own lust spiking when his strong body jerked from my touch.

Spellbound, I watched him drag his wet fingers in veneration down my chin, my neck, the valley between my breasts, and down my stomach until he paused at the edge of my hunter green thong. “I love this colour on you.”

“I wore it because of you.”

Hunter dropped a lowfuckunder his breath. “Did you wear the dress for me too?”

I nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he rasped, sounding like he’d make me sorry if the answer were anything but. “Raise your hips for me so I can take off this soaked little thong.”

My heart beat erratically as I obeyed his command. Hunter’s fingers tucked into the sides of my thong and slowly drew the material down my legs, ensuring that it didn’t snag in my heels. Then he split my knees apart and pushed my thighs back until I was obscenely splayed open for him on the blanket.

His blue eyes devoured my most intimate flesh, his mouth parting in amazement like he’d never seen anything like me. His finger lazily slid over my mound, outlining the neatly trimmed landing strip. “I wondered if you were a real redhead.”

I trembled when he dipped his finger into my slit, coating it with my wetness. “I-I’m real.”

“Hm, that you are.” He sucked his finger into his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good, Gabby.”

I was wetter than I’d ever been and we’d barely gotten started. “Hunter, I want…”

He knew what I wanted.

It was written all over my face.

Him.

His lips. His tongue. His fingers.

But the dark smirk on his face let me know he’d torture me before giving me what I really wanted.

Hunter grabbed my right hand and brought it over my pussy. “Play with yourself, doll. Put on a show for me.”

I was having an out-of-body experience. Like this moment between myself and the man who embodied all my fantasies never occurred and it was all a figment of my imagination.

The candles lit up our small bubble almost in a sacrosanct manner, shining just enough light for me to see my fingers dance over my wet pussy, collecting my arousal.