Chapter Eleven

Dani

We’re barely in the door and he’s already nipping at my neck and pulling at my clothes. He’s rushing, needing to get his fix and I understand his predicament because I’m suffering from the exact same thing.

I think about him when he’s not around, and go absolutely wild when he is. I crave his touch.

He’s still an asshole. He still manages to piss me off. But there’s something irresistible about him, and the very thought that he might feel the same fondness for me that I do for him lights a fire within me. Maybe it’s just lust. Maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, I’m more than content to let things play out for now.

It’s all going so fast, but it’s not going fast enough. I caress the length of his arms and push off his jacket. He breaks from me momentarily, holding the lust at bay just long enough to pull his shirt off his broad shoulders and rip his tee over his head.

He’s all steel, forged with a body that would make any normal man jealous, a body that would make any woman scream. I want to scream, but my eyes shift to his pierced nipple and I can’t help but chuckle.

“What?” he questions sheepishly, his breath harsh. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” I rush back toward him, his head bowed down to meet mine and I kiss him. He kisses me back, pressing a gentle palm against the back of my head as his tongue darts past my lips.

This feels so right. It shouldn’t feel right. Nothing about this is right. Nothing about this makes sense, but I don’t care.

He pushes me backward, fumbling toward the bedroom door, which I kick open with my heel.

He swoops me into his big, strong arms and carries me to the edge of the bed. I land against the comforter and work to kick myself free from my jeans. He wastes no time in sliding my panties down my legs just as I’m tossing my shirt to the floor and undoing my bra.

I’m bare in front of him and his gaze drills into me, like he’s boring right into my soul. All my curves are on display. All my flaws. But there’s a glimmer in his eyes that leads me to believe he doesn’t care, or rather, he doesn’t see the flaws at all.

Growing impatient, I kick him playfully. He gets the hint and strips his slacks and underwear down his long legs in one fell swoop.

He’s bare now too, standing in front of me. The sexiest man I have ever seen in my life, and certainly the sexiest man I’ve ever been with.

His cock stands at attention, throbbing and waiting. I’m waiting too. I lock both heels around the back of his taut ass and pull him down onto the bed, on top of me. His eyes watch me carefully as one hand caresses my side, trailing a path down to my hips. He pulls me toward him, and I feel his erection against my opening, warm and ready.

He drops his head and suddenly he’s kissing me again, harder and deeper, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. I throw an arm around the back of his head and pull him deeper into my kiss. This is ecstasy right here. Excitement fills the air along with the musky scent of his body.

When he breaks away from the kiss, I’m left vulnerable and breathless. He’s not content to leave me waiting for too long though. He drops his head to the valley between my breasts and mouths a trail between them before shifting his attention to one nipple, sucking gently against my swollen tit and playing with my nipple piercing with his tongue.

I throw my head back against the pillow and comb my fingers through his hair as he laps his tongue around one breast, and then the other. Pressure is building inside me as I feel myself edging toward climax.

So close. So close.

His hot cock caresses my pussy. I need him inside me. I crave him like the air I breathe. I arch my hips, wordlessly pleading.

He gets the hint.

He shifts his eyes up to me as his hand falls back to my hip, lifting me slightly as he presses his hard cock against me.

I take a deep breath, waiting for the deep plunge, but instead of hard and fast, it comes slowly. So slowly. Out of this world. I feel every inch of him rocking into me, and all the while his eyes never waver from mine. My eyes want to shut, to shield myself, but something keeps my eyes open and glued to his.

There’s something about his face, something about his lips as they part gently, something about the pure ecstasy on his face as he slowly reaches the hilt, and holds himself there. He’s buried all the way inside of me, and he doesn’t move. God, I need him to fucking move. To fucking do something, but he seems intent on torturing me.

“You good?”

His inquiry takes me by surprise. More and more, I’m seeing a side to him I never would have believed existed the first time I met him, but I’m more than willing to be surprised.

And surprised is exactly what I am when without warning, he pulls back, as if he’s priming a bow. My lips quiver as I feel him shift inside of me, and I let out a scream of pleasure as he thrusts all the way back in, filling me to the hilt again. He repeats the process again and again, pulling me inside out with his impossibly hard cock.

There’s something different this time, something so different than the time before. He’s just as feral as before, his eyes are just as hungry. He’s just as strong as ever, just as horny as ever, but something… is different.

It’s the way his eyes linger for more than flickers at a time. He watches me with intent, holds me as if he’s afraid he might lose me, and then holds me tighter even still. It’s not about him showing how strong he is, or how alpha he is. It’s like there’s a real connection between us, something intimate, not just lust.

Deeper. Harder. He thrusts into me, one strong hand cradling the back of my head as he rocks into me. His eyes are unwavering, locked in a mortal battle with mine.

And I have to be honest with myself.

I feel more than lust for this man.

More than fondness.

Just…more.

My eyes close as I shift my head backwards, trying to maintain my grip on this world as I edge closer and closer to climax.

I come around his cock, shattering completely as he continues to fuck me as if there’s no tomorrow. He grunts, moans, throws curse words from his throat as he fucks me with reckless abandon. Faster. Harder. Deeper. He’s a fucking machine and I’m barely breathing, coming down from one euphoric high and quickly heading toward a second peak.

My nails dig into his back. Sweat drips from his face onto mine, and something within my soul takes over as I push both hands against his chest, forcing him onto his back, all without his cock slipping free from my pussy.

I know he’s close. I can see it in his eyes and in his heaving chest. I can feel it in the way he thrusts his hips upward, craving to hit the deepest parts within my hot and quivering flesh.

I place both hands firm against his chest, reveling in the strength of his muscles beneath his flushed red skin. His fingers, his nails, dig into my hips as he thrusts into me and a guttural moan escapes his lips.

“Fuck,” he cries, panting. “I’m going to come.”

“Come, baby,” I moan, and immediately think, Again. I called him baby again!

I come around his cock once more, squeezing his shaft tightly as he erupts inside me.

Even when we’ve both come down, I continue rocking against him. When I can finally bring myself to look down at him, he’s staring right back at me with a gentle smile. His chest rises and falls, and he seems to swallow a nervous lump in his throat before his gentle smile hitches into a cocky grin.

“This was all for you… Baby.”

He’s joking. Teasing me. But hearing the endearment on his lips makes me wish he was saying it for real.

I roll off him and plop down on my back, my own chest rising and falling with each careful breath. “How about we retire that word for a little while?”

He rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know.” I meet his gaze. “But it feels like it should.”

He nods then runs his hand through my hair. “You know, I’m growing fonder of your pink highlights every day.”

“Really?” I arch a brow. “Is that the only part of me you’re attracted to?”

He laughs and drops a hand to my stomach, an area I’m deeply uncomfortable with men touching, but somehow I’m okay with his palm against my flesh. “I’m growing fonder of every part of you.”

He keeps using that word, but that last time, he didn’t say it like he was teasing me again. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s feeling our connection could be about more than sex.

Is it possible that Hunter Kiss might be developing feelings for me?

Is it possible I can face my developing feelings for him and actually admit I want to explore them instead of going with my instincts and running from them?

“I don’t have any more appointments for today,” I say lightly. “I had a cancellation, and our shop isn’t exactly known for walk-ins because we’re usually fully booked.”

“Yeah?” He caresses my bare stomach. “What are you trying to say?”

He knows what I’m trying to say, and I’m not putting myself out there again, at least not with words. I’ve always been far better at showing than telling.

I reach for his cock and stroke it with my hand. It hardens in an instant, his lips quivering as I thrust his hardness in the palm of my hand. I retreat from his manhood, lick my palm, and get back to work.

His cock is slick and ready by the time I climb back on top of him. And without hesitation, I lower myself onto him carefully and slowly. His hands fall to my hips as he guides me to the hilt, and my eyes lock with his.

I could get used to this.