Page 86 of The Hunter

“Is that right?” I arched a brow.

Nodding, he invaded my space once more.

“And what do you suggest we do instead?” I asked breathily.

“I have a few ideas,” he responded with a wicked grin.

I knew I shouldn’t encourage him. Not if I actually wanted to eat anytime soon. But Henry brought out a side of me I never knew existed. And how could I resist the way he looked at me? So much hunger. So much want.

So much desperation.

“Like what?” I pressed, my lips inching toward his of their own accord.

He curved toward me, his mouth grazing my jawline. His touch was reverent yet possessive, but in a good way. Like he couldn’t stand to go one more second without touching me.

“I’d start by bending you over this counter,” he began, his voice low and rough. “Pulling these panties down and spreading you open.” His hand ghosted up the inside of my thigh. “Just enough to run my fingers through all that wet heat I know is already waiting for me.”

He teased my center over the fabric of my underwear, then pulled back, leaving me a panting bundle of hormones.

“I wouldn’t fuck you yet. Not right away.” His lips twisted, wicked and unhurried. “I’d use my mouth on you first. Have you sit on my face and rub that cunt all over me until you forget your own damn name.”

“Jesus…” I exhaled, heat pooling between my legs. I tightened my fingers around the counter behind me, needingsomething to ground me when I felt like I was on the verge of catapulting into space.

“And when you’re shaking, when your thighs are clenching and your hips are rolling, I’d stop.”

“That’s just cruel,” I whined.

“Perhaps. But I want you desperate, Ariana.”

“I am desperate,” I murmured, chasing his kiss.

But he retreated, torturing me even more.

“Then I’d fuck you,” he continued. “Slow. Deep. So deep you wouldn’t know where you end and I begin. And when I’m done, when you’re wrung out and shaking, I’d take you again. Just because I can.”

My heart thundered, what little restraint I had left unraveling thread by fragile thread.

“Maybe I’ll lift you onto this counter,” he mused with a waggle of his brow. “Sink into you while your back arches and your hands claw at my shoulders. And when you come with my name on your lips, I’ll fuck you harder. So hard you’ll feel me for days. Weeks. Hell, if I had my way, every single one of your thoughts from now until you draw your last breath would be of me and how fucking amazing you took my cock.”

That was it. My control snapped. I no longer cared about cooking dinner together or sharing a bottle of wine.

All I cared about was Henry putting his words into action.

With hasty movements, I turned off the burner, the flame extinguishing with a hiss that matched the ache igniting between my thighs.

Then I crashed my lips against his.

He caught me instantly, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that tasted like possession. Like a promise. Like a prayer.

His hands slid into my hair, tightening just enough to make me moan against him. He kissed me like I was oxygen and he’dbeen suffocating. And I kissed him like I didn’t care if I ever breathed anything else again.

“How does that sound to you?” he rasped against my lips.

“Fucking incredible,” I panted, struggling to catch my breath. “But first, there’s somethingIwant to do.”

He cocked his head to the side as a devilish smirk tugged on his lips. “What’s that?”

“Why tell you…,” I began, flirtatiously biting my lower lip, “when I can show you?”