You could have cut the sexual tension in the living room all night with a broadsword. Since their feral coupling in the woodshed earlier that afternoon, the air around Hunter and Austin sizzled and sparked with the desire for more. They (Austin) had wasted far too much time already not in bed, and they (Austin) needed to make up for lost time. He needed to continue to apologize for his stupidity. Win Hunter over once and for all. Hear his name, her pleas for more, her appeals to a higher power and crude profanities spill across her succulent lips as he drank her down. Watch her grip the sheets until her knuckles turned white and her toes curled. They’d all hopped briefly into the hot tub, and finally, Austin and Hunter had cuddled up together. It’d nearly killed him not to bring her to orgasm right then and there. Lord (and everyone else too) knew there were nefarious things going on beneath the bubbles, and the way Hunter ground her pelvis into his fingers told him he was doing all the right things. But he wanted to keep her climaxes for himself. Those were Austin’s and Austin’s alone.

Once back into the house for the night, everyone ducked away to their rooms. Rowan and Juney nipped off to her room, while Will chased Amber down the hallway, the little redhead skipping and giggling as the big doctor prowled after her with a dark growl.

“I’m going to shower quick,” Hunter said as they approached her bedroom door. “I hate the smell of chlorine, and the chemicals irritate my skin if I don’t wash them off. I wake up all red and blotchy and itchy. Do you mind?”

Did he mind what?

Panic swamped him. Was she sending him to bed? Calling it a night? Shit, was that it? One searing hot tryst in the woodshed, some hand stuff in the hot tub, and they were done for the night?

“Uh, no?”

Her giggle made his cock surge to life in his damp shorts. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” She sucked on her lip before asking, “Your room or mine?”

Oh, thank frickin’ God.

“Uh, yours?”

She nodded. “All right. I’ll be quick.”

Austin opened Hunter’s bedroom door, immediately feeling like an intruder. This was her room, well not her room, but it was the room she had been sleeping in alone for the last four nights while he slept alone as well. Thinking, dreaming, imagining nothing but Hunter and her perfect body tucked beneath the crisp red sheets. Did she sleep naked? Did she pack any of her kinky toys? Had his petulant behavior forced her to use any of those toys?

The bedside light with it’s red lampshade was on, and it lent the room a romantic hue. Sitting down on the bed, he gave it a couple of quick test bounces, then stood back up and wandered around. Hunter’s suitcase was perched in the corner on the luggage rack, open, while the clothes inside were all neatly rolled up. Her hair and beauty products sat neatly on the vanity, and when he inspected further, he realized they’d been organized according to height.

Huh.

He’d just learned something new about his lady-love. She had a few quirky little OCD tendencies. They were definitely a match. He snorted and smiled to himself, catching a glimpse of his happiness in the mirror and only snorting again because of it, followed by a headshake.

He was a moron.

Why did he wait so long?

Thank God, Hunter had more sense than he did. He ran a finger gently over the perfectly organized bottles; wouldn’t she lose her mind to see his medicine cabinet at home? He had a legend on the inside of the door. Everything was color-coded and organized not only by height but also by frequency of use. Yeah, he was Sheldon all right. And he’d finally met his match.

The shower across the hall came alive, and he pictured Hunter inside, dripping wet as the heated water sluiced over her perfect skin. Her nipples tightening to pebbles and her perfect pussy softening as she ran her soapy hand down her body and flicked her clit. His cock sprung up again inside his shorts, and he adjusted himself before sitting down on the bed. He closed his eyes and hummed softly at the thought of Hunter covered in soapy bubbles.

Opening his eyes at the sudden epiphany that struck him, he whipped out his phone and started to Google. Even if he wasn’t experienced, he knew how to research and learn better than anyone. And as soon as he read something once, it was committed to memory for life. He brought up the site he’d been searching for and went to task.

Engrossed in what he was reading, while also trying to do the moves inside his mouth, he didn’t hear the door open.

“What’s so fascinating?” Her husky voice drew him out of his trance and made all the blood leave his brain and flood to his groin.

Illuminated by the hall light, Hunter stood like a white-toweled angel. She’d worn a one-piece into the hot tub earlier, a sexy little red number with cut-outs at the waist and a plunging neckline. Her cleavage alone had made Austin pitch a tent before they even slid into the hot water. She looked drop-dead stunning, of course. But now, somehow, without makeup and wrapped up in nothing but a towel, with her damp hair curling in thick clumps around her shoulders, she was more beautiful than ever before. A natural goddess. His to pleasure. His to obey. Moisture flooded his mouth as he flicked his phone off and stowed it on the nightstand.

“Hmm?” she hummed, lifting one eyebrow as she stepped off the threshold and inside. “What were you reading? More work stuff?”

He shook his head, his eyes fixated on the towel and how badly he wanted her to ditch it. He’d felt her, tasted her, but he’d yet to see her. “No. Not work,” he replied. “Studying.”

“I didn’t know you were back in school. Can you go any higher than a PhD?”

He stood on wobbly legs. The woman made him weak in the knees. She made him weak, period. But no more. Their time in the woodshed had turned on the light bulb, galvanized a need so fierce, so primal, so all-consuming that he was determined to be the man Hunter wanted, the man Hunter needed. No more of this insecure Sheldon doofus bullshit.

No.

He would prove to her, to himself, to everyone that he wasn’t this socially awkward little puberty-plagued freshman they all thought he was. That he thought he was.

With each step, more newfound confidence pumped through his veins and, before he knew it, he was next to her as she stood in front of the vanity and liberally applied some cream beneath her eyes.

She gave him the side-eye and smiled. “You want some retinol for those purple bags? I could stow my entire summer wardrobe in them, they’re so big.”

“Maybe later,” he purred, grabbing her by the elbows and turning her to face him. The tube of cream dropped to the floor, and her eyes flashed wide at him in surprise. “Right now I want to see you.” He reached for the top of her towel as she let her arms float down to her sides, watching him. He pulled the ends away and let the terry cloth plop to the ground. She was magnificent. Toned and tanned, curvy and feminine. What sculptors and artists, photographers and fashion designers envisioned when they thought of a woman. Sensuous and strong. The epitome of sexuality and all things erotic. A muse.

“You’re incredible,” he said quietly, his eyes slowly, so very slowly traveling the length of her. Imprinting every curve, every freckle on his brain for eternity. The woman was a masterpiece.

She swallowed hard and a sweet pink tongue darted out between her lips, running invitingly along the crease. “Austin,” she sighed.

“I was such a fool.”

“You were.”

“A moron.”

“A big one.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“I’m going to apologize properly.”

“That could be fun.”

He gently trailed a finger down her arm and then across her torso beneath the curve of her ample breast. The only betrayal of her nerves was the rapid rise and fall of her chest; otherwise, she appeared calm. Was she normally a top or a bottom? Something told him Hunter was a bottom who liked to switch now and then. He would pull up his bootstraps and research more on being a top. Since hearing about her Curiously Kinky company, he’s been researching BDSM every night and had learned a lot. He wasn’t sure he had it in him to be a true “top,” but for Hunter he was willing to try anything.

“I want to worship you, Hunter,” he said. “Hear you scream. Watch you lose yourself as I pleasure you over and over again.”

She let out a nervous little huff. “You nearly fucked me until I blacked out in the woodshed. I have no doubt in your skills.”

He grinned. That’d been such a thrill. He’d never done anything like that before, never even gone down on a woman before, but something inside him, something visceral, something primitive had taken over, and the need to feel her come again and again and again had manifested into an obsession for him. An orgasm for each day he’d missed out. For each day he had been too caught up in his own brain, in his own shortcomings and made Hunter feel as though he didn’t want her.

He looked up at her. He’d been watching her nipples harden right in front of him. Gorgeous little red peaks, tight and screaming at him to be licked, to be sucked, bitten, tugged, twisted and tweaked. “On the bed, on your back,” he said softly but with an edge of command in his voice. If Hunter wanted a dominant in the bedroom, he was going to give her whatever she wanted.

With the grace of Aphrodite, she strolled over to the bed and eased herself on, letting her hair fan out around behind her like strands of spun gold.

“Fuck me, Austin,” she said, lifting her arms and reaching for him. “Take me, please.”

Oh God, how he loved the sound of her voice. Begging him to fuck her.

He shook his head and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her, his arms on either side of her body, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. She let her arms rest on his shoulders, applying a bit of pressure to pull him down to her, but he resisted, instead dipping his head and capturing her mouth with his. It was a sweet and sensual kiss. A kiss that said, “I’m not rushing a damn thing tonight.”

He flicked his tongue out and gently pried open her lips, slipping it inside her mouth and massaging her tongue. She met his dance and pace, step for step, joining him, following his lead.

She tasted like heaven.

Like perfection.

Like Hunter.

Groaning against his mouth, she lifted her hips up off the bed and thrust into him. He was painfully hard, so he let his own need take over for a moment and pushed back into her, allowing her to rub against him. The heat between her legs, the smell of her, her little moans and the way she grappled for him was too much. He was going to lose it and either explode in his shorts or strip and take her hard and fast, and neither of those were part of the plan. The plan was to please Hunter. Make Hunter come so hard, come so much he would ruin her for other men. He wanted to be all she would ever need. All she would ever want.

“Take me,” she panted against his lips as he lifted his head and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Not yet.”

“Please . . . ” Her plea fled her on a sigh as he ran his tongue up along the vein in her neck.

He groaned in self-inflicted agony and lifted his head from her neck, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. Bright amber blinked back at him in confusion.

“Not yet. Right now is about you. Just . . . ” He planted a kiss to her lips and then one to her chin, another to her neck. “Lie back and . . . ” More kisses down her chest and to the swell of each breast. “Enjoy.” He laved a scarlet peak, and she moaned above him as she arched her back. Drawing the bud into his mouth, he lashed it with his tongue, then pulled hard and sucked. She inhaled quickly. He shifted it to his teeth and bit down gently, tugging just a tad, just enough. Her eyes flashed wide, and she mewled. He delivered the same attention to her other breast while his hand came up and his fingers twisted and tweaked its twin.

“Austin . . . ”

Releasing her nipple, he continued on his descent, swirling his tongue around her navel. Her perfect little pierced navel. The ring was a shiny barbell with a small flower of diamonds or crystals or something hovering just above. He flicked it with his tongue, and she gasped.

Kissing her mound, he sank down low onto his belly and spread her legs. Was she wet for him? Looking beneath her, he noticed a small patch of dampness on the sheet.

Fuck yes. She was fucking saturated.

“You’re so wet,” he said with a purr.

“Austin.”

He dipped a finger between her slippery folds, and her hips left the bed. Up and down he explored, loving how bare and pink and perfect her pussy was, how soft. He pushed his finger into her channel, and she rippled around him, gripped him like a fist with her strong muscles. He chuckled to himself as he used his other hand to spread her wide.

“You asked what I was studying earlier.” He hummed.

“Yes.”

“I was reading the seven best techniques to eat pussy.”

“Austin . . . you don’t . . . oh God.”

He drew his tongue up her slit and then flicked her clit.

“You don’t need to research anything. You know what you’re — Holy Mother of God.”

He drew her clit into his mouth and pulled hard.

Her head came up and her back bowed on the bed. “Holy fuck!”

He tugged again and then sucked even harder, his finger pumping slow, languid strokes, until he found the spot inside her he’d been seeking. “I’m going to eat you all seven ways tonight, Hunter,” he said, taking a quick break and sweeping the flat of his tongue up through her cleft. “And you’re going to come each and every time.”

“Oh, my God.” Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow when he pressed up hard on her G-spot. “No . . . I c-can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

“Aust—”

Her gasp cut her words at the knees as he suckled her clit hard again, feeling the nub swell between his lips. Her hands bunched in the sheets and her head continued to toss as her hips bucked up into his face. He loved that he could make her lose control. Make her beg and demand more, ram her pussy hard into his face, because she wanted him to devour all of her.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered. “Austin . . . ”

Her clit hardened and grew in his mouth as he continued to suck, all the while still pressing hard on the spongy tissue inside her. She tensed around his finger, squeezed tight and let go. A warm gush raced over the back of his hand as her climax unfurled. Her body bowed, then sagged on the bed as she panted and moaned, cried out and cursed.

When she melted back into the bed and pillow with a contented sigh, he lifted his head from the apex of her thighs and glanced up at Hunter. Her eyes were closed, and a small, placid smile clung to her lips.

Hunter.

Her lids slowly opened, and she looked down at him. She appeared content but also exhausted.

“That’s one,” he said. He only caught a glimpse of the surprised look on her face before he got back to work.

“Holy fucking God!” Hunter screamed as she hinged at the hips, her entire upper body lunging off the bed as orgasm number six speared through her like a freshly sharpened machete. Sweat misted her forehead and chest, and her brain was complete mush. She didn’t have an alarm clock on her nightstand, but if she were to guess, it was somewhere around one-thirty in the morning.

Austin’s head continued to bob between her legs, his brows pinched in a tight V of concentration as he diligently feasted on her sensitive flesh, lapping up her wetness with the fervent hunger of a starved man. But then, perhaps he was starved. He’d said he had limited experience with women. Maybe it’d been a while? Either way, his incessant dedication—which in Hunter’s opinion had quickly morphed into an obsession—had her seeing spots, nearly blacking out, and she was pretty sure on orgasm number four she heard the sheets tear from how hard she gripped them.

Sinking back into the bed, she let out a loud sigh as the last remaining bits of the climax disbanded. The man was relentless. He’d actually gone and read the seven best techniques to eat pussy and was determined to dine all seven ways tonight. She hardly recognized him from the man four days ago. Unsure of himself, quiet and reserved. And yet now, here he was being all dominating and assertive. Confident in his prowess and topping her like a badass. Did he know she was a good little bottom who would take any punishment doled out like a dutiful submissive? She’d wear his bonds, bend over and take his lashings if he demanded it. Would he ever demand it? She hoped so.

She popped one eye open and gazed down at him. Those sexy golden-green eyes pierced her soul, ravishing her, cherishing her, owning her.

“You don’t have to make it to seven tonight,” she said, her brain and libido battling it out inside of her. She wanted all the orgasms, wanted everything Austin had promised her and more, and yet she wasn’t sure she had the energy, had the mental capacity to go one more round. She was afraid that one more might make her brain short circuit, everything would suddenly go dark and she would wake up hours later not knowing who she was. Besides, the man looked exhausted. His lips were sexy and puffy, and his chin and freshly shaved cheeks glowed from her releases. Even if she couldn’t get off again, she wanted Austin inside her, wanted to feel him find his release, hear him groan her name as she drained him, made him feel just a fraction of how good he was making her feel.

He paused for a moment, his face expressionless, besides that lone eyebrow that was half an inch higher. Challenging her. Daring her. Scolding her. “I said seven.”

Holy fuck, who was this man?

He put his head back down, spread her wide and blew cool air onto her throbbing clit. Jesus hell, he really was going for seven. Could she? She certainly hoped so. She prepared herself for the long, decadent sweep. The flat of his tongue drifting erotically, slowly up from her perineum to her mound, hitting every square inch of her pussy and making it quiver, before he plunged his fingers inside her and scissored. But there was no sweep. No plunge. No scissoring. Instead, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Back and forth, back and forth. The move was so small, so minimal, and yet it made her insides quake as another orgasm began its climb.

She bucked into his face and groaned, needing more, wanting more.

Or did she?

Her body was a maelstrom, a cyclone building momentum, gaining force and ground before it burst forth from its confines and ransacked her body to shreds. And all from the delicate flick of his tongue. The rhythm was quick and repetitive. It was all she needed. She was going insane from just a flick. A flick would do it. A flick would pitch her over the edge that one last time.

How did he know?

No one had ever eaten her out this way. No man had ever simply lain there and given her seven orgasms, using a different technique each time. No man had ever used just one move, over and over again. They’d all mix it up, and she would get there eventually, she always did. But this, this was exquisite torture. Diabolically wonderful torture.

She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them, smashing them together, then letting her thumbs rub the tender pearled nubs. She pinched and pulled, loving how each tug, each bite of pain sent a shard of pleasure careening through her, landing hot and heavy in her clit. She was ready. So ready. So close. One more time. She could do it. She would do it. For Austin.

Pulling on her nipples even harder this time, because Hunter liked a little pain with her pleasure, she thrust her hips up into Austin’s face and let go. Her toes curled as the twister unraveled inside her and the orgasm took hold. She shut her eyes, tilted her head back and cried out his name. Cried out for God, cried out for more.

Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven!

Moments later, Hunter’s head hit her pillow, and she let out an exhausted sigh. Had she really come seven times? Plus, the four in the woodshed. This was a new record. She felt the bed shift, and Austin got up, inching himself forward up the bed until he was next to her. She opened her eyes and turned to face him. The smile on his face, on his wet and hungry lips was enough to stop her heart and make it burst.

“That was . . . ” she trailed off, unable to find the words. So instead, with the last bit of energy she could muster, she sat up, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, unzipped his jeans, slid them down his waist and straddled him. “I can’t guarantee I’ll come an eighth time. But I want you to come. Take as long as you need.”

He took the condom from her, tore the wrapper and rolled it on. The sight of Austin handling himself, taking his thick length in his palm and rolling down the translucent rubber was hypnotic. He made sure it was down to the base before looking up at her, his gaze avid as his Adam’s apple bobbed heavy in his throat. “Not trying to brag or anything here, but I’m about ready to explode.” His lip turned up at the corner into a dashingly bashful smile.

Suddenly all Hunter wanted to do was lick that corner.

“My balls ache.”

She chuckled softly as she lifted up, hovering above him, his crown pressing at her wet and swollen entrance, demanding sanctuary. “Then let’s do something to fix that.” Then she sank down low, squeezing him the whole way.