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I ’m not sure what alternate universe I’m living in when a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Hunter McGrath tells me no man has ever gone down on her. What kind of jackass did she date? No foreplay? No kissing this gorgeous pussy?

Good. I’m glad. Fuck that guy. Because his lack of attention means it’s all mine. And I’m all in, riding a wave of bliss and completely focused on her pleasure as I suck her into a mind-blowing orgasm.

She likes to hold the reins tightly, maintain control, but I’m going to show her it can feel even better when she lets go.

I know trust is hard for her—or, at least, trusting me is—and I’m going to demolish those walls she’s erected.

I’m going to prove to her it’s okay. Make her see I won’t ever, ever hurt her.

Pushing her thighs further apart, keeping her hips pressed against the bed because she keeps bucking up, I pull out every trick in my book.

I’m completely fixated on her pleasure, listening closely to every single mewl, gasp and breathy cry she utters.

Making sure this experience is everything she deserves and then some is my only goal.

For the first time in my adult life, I’ve completely disregarded my comfort and needs.

I’m so damn hard it hurts, but all I want is to make Hunter scream my name.

I gently spread her folds and work her with my mouth and fingers until she’s writhing.

But as much as I can tell she’s enjoying the pleasure I’m giving her, she’s also still fighting for control.

That’s about to end , I think, feeling cocky. Very, very cocky, actually. I’m doing everything in my power to not blow my wad. I don’t remember ever being this turned on, and my dick isn’t even in her sweet pussy yet.

“You taste so good,” I tell her, and she rewards me with a pretty little moan.

I ease a finger inside her, followed by another, and curl them, lightly stroking as I lick her clit.

I’m in no hurry and plan to go for multiple orgasms. Okay, maybe that’s a little ambitious since this is our first time together, but I feel like I’ve got a pretty good read on her.

Her sexual experiences before tonight barely count, and I have every intention of showing her what a good, focused, attentive lover can do.

At first, I only wanted to make her feel good. I didn’t really expect to get anything out of it. But, the strange thing is, I’m really enjoying this. I love how she feels, smells, tastes. Hell, I could do this all day, every day.

Every lusty sigh and needy sound she makes is like a gold star saying “Well done!” And my people-pleasing nature is highly encouraged to continue.

The moment I increase my suction around her clit, a shudder runs through her body and I can feel her inner muscles pulse around my fingers. Orgasm number one down . I ease up, letting her soar over the edge, but I’m far from done. Yeah, I’m not even close, Sparrow.

She’s still shaking as I leisurely kiss my way up her body, dragging my tongue around her belly button, dropping kisses on her stomach, and moving back up to her breasts.

They’re perfect, too, and fit my palm just like I knew they would.

I pull a taut nipple into my mouth, loving the way her fingers slide through my hair, pulling hard.

It doesn’t take long before she shudders again and lets out a soft cry.

And that would be orgasm number two. Hell, it’s my poor dick that deserves a gold star for being so patient.

Her body is extra sensitive right now, and I can’t get over how responsive she is to my touches and kisses. It’s so damn refreshing. Everything about Hunter McGrath is exhilarating.

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. I like everything 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.

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“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.

“We’re out of condoms,” she reminds me.

Okay, so she has a point, but that doesn’t mean I want her to leave. “You don’t believe in cuddling?” I ask, striving to sound teasing and not like a possessive maniac. I reach for her wrist and tug her back to me. “Because I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you ‘til morning.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.”

Dammit, she isn’t going to make this easy. “What’re you so scared of?” I ask, cutting straight to the chase.

“I’m not scared,” she states, pulling her wrist free. “We said this would be a one-night thing.”

“No, you said that. I never agreed to any such bullshit. You know why?” I get up on my knees, moving closer.

“Because you fucking enthrall me, Hunter. I want to get to know you better, share secrets, give you more orgasms. I want to take you out on a real date when we get back to Denver. Show you around the city and convince you never to leave. Fuck California.”

Her eyes widen. “We barely know each other,” she whispers.

Yeah, so maybe I sound a little crazy. But my head is in the clouds and I’ve never felt so good. I don’t ever want to come down from this high.

“So, let’s change that.”

For a split second, I think I’ve convinced her and she’s going to give in, but then she shakes her head. “I-I can’t.”

“Why not?” Maybe I’m being a little pushy, but I don’t care. I need to make her see reason, see how good we could be together.

“Because this” —she motions back and forth between us— “all ends in a few hours. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Please.”

Her voice catches and frustration fills me. Why is she so damn scared?

“It doesn’t have to end. Not if we don’t want it to,” I tell her. “Don’t run away from me, Hunter. Stay. Please. ”

I’ve never begged a woman to stay in my bed. It’s fucking humbling, and also terrifying because she has that deer-in-headlights look. My stomach twists with the kind of panic I very rarely feel—like when a heist is about to go wrong.

I force myself to smirk, trying to cover my desperation with charm. “What’s the worst that could happen? A couple more orgasms?”

But she doesn’t smile. Just slides off the bed, grabs her clothes and hurriedly starts getting dressed. “I have to go check on the jet soon.”

No . I jump out of bed and stalk over, not caring about being naked and more vulnerable than I’ve ever been in my entire life. She’s about to walk out this door and not look back, and I can’t let that happen. “You’re running,” I accuse her. “I thought you were fearless.”

She swallows, hands curling into fists at her sides.

“Not when it comes to you,” she finally whispers, then whirls around. Before I can figure out what the hell she means, the door swiftly opens and closes.

She’s gone, and all I’m left with are questions.

We had such a perfect night, and somehow, I just screwed everything up by suggesting we keep seeing each other.

What in the actual fuck?