CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kelsey was silent on the walk back to the hotel.
Hunt knew she was dealing with a lot, so he didn’t push her to talk. But he wanted her to. He’d liked the way she’d turned to him outside Foster’s house and held on to him. He’d liked the way she’d opened up to him at dinner, even if it had caused her to shut down now. He wanted her to trust him again, to let him be what she needed, he just wasn’t sure how to make that happen.
As they entered the suite, he closed the door at his back, tossed the keycard on the entry table, and watched her drop her purse on the couch. She moved to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Since they’d left the balcony door cracked, jazz music from the outdoor bar’s band filtered into the room along with a cool breeze that rustled the gauzy curtains.
She tipped the water bottle back and took a long sip, the sexy line of her throat and the hourglass shape of her silhouette accentuated by the lights shining in through the windows. And not for the first time, he wondered how the hell Benedict could have ever laid a hand on her in anger.
She pushed the fridge door closed with her hip and turned for her room. “It’s been a long day. I think I’m just going to go bed.”
He knew he should let her go. He knew that was the safe choice. But tonight he didn’t want to play things safe.
He stepped in her path, blocking her door. She drew up short and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Something I probably shouldn’t.”
She sighed, but when he reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away, and it was all the encouragement he needed. “I know you think I’m freaking out, but I’m not. I’m just tired. Really, I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine. You always are. But that’s not why I stopped you.”
When she rolled her eyes, he lifted his hands to her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him. “You don’t always have to face everything alone. It’s okay to lean on someone else. It’s okay to be vulnerable now and then.”
Her whole body stilled, and as she stared up at him, her eyes grew damp. So damp something in his chest turned over. “I don’t like being vulnerable. Especially in front of you.”
“You shouldn’t be. You have nothing to fear from me.”
Her pretty brown eyes slid closed, and she made that sound again that was a huff and a laugh all rolled into one and so damn cute he ached to kiss her. “Easier said than done.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re . . . you. Because I saw the kind of women you like to hang out with. And because I’ve read all the fashion magazines. Women are supposed to be mysterious and intriguing in front of the men they’re interested in, not weak an—”
Her lips snapped closed when she realized what she’d just said, and a blush stained her cheeks. A blush that heated Hunt’s blood way more than her words ever could because it was a reaction she couldn’t fake.
He brushed his thumb over her silky smooth cheek, awed by her strength and spirit all over again. “For the record, if that was the kind of woman I wanted to hang out with, I’d be with her. And call me crazy, but I’m pretty sure the authors of those articles in your fashion magazines are nothing more than twenty-year-old computer nerds who don’t know a thing about what guys really want.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and a reluctant smile toyed with the edge of her lips, urging him on. “And you are the least weak woman I’ve ever met. I don’t know many people—male or female—who could survive what you have in your life. Not just survive but triumph over. And to me, you are mysterious as hell. I never know what you’re thinking or what you’re going to say next. You’ve more than kept me on my toes these last few days.”
She snorted, but she still didn’t open her eyes, and her lips quivered when she said, “That’s because I’m borderline mental.”
“No, you’re not. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re beautiful and sexy. And when you open up to me like you did tonight, when you make yourself vulnerable, it’s not a turnoff, Kels. It’s a massive turn-on. Because it means you trust me enough to let me in.”
Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked up at him. And when her gaze met his, it was filled with so much tenderness, his heart felt like it flipped over beneath his ribs. A reaction that didn’t just surprise him, it completely rocked his world.
“I do trust you,” she whispered. “You’re probably the only person besides my brothers I truly trus—”
He lowered his lips to hers. Couldn’t stop himself. And when she opened and drew him into the soft, wet heat of her mouth, all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to be kissing her faded from his mind.
She groaned. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted to her toes. Then pressed her body flush against his as she tipped her head and stroked his tongue with long, languid strokes. And the contact shot a shock wave of electricity through every cell in his body. One that lit him up and made him ache for more. For her hands on his bare skin, for her body laid out beneath his, for everything he’d almost had that night she’d come to him in his room.
That want was so strong, so insistent, so not what he’d planned when he’d stepped in her path tonight, it drew him back from her lips and everything he was seconds away from taking.
She breathed heavy against his chest as she dropped to her heels. But she didn’t move back, didn’t make any attempt to release him, just dug her fingertips into his sides and held on. And damn, she felt good. Too good. So fucking good she was about to shatter what little self-control he had left.
He swallowed hard. “I, uh, I like vulnerable. A lot. But I don’t want to take advantage of it.”
Her lips curled, and she shifted one hand from his ribs to his chest and laid her palm right over his heart. “You’re not.”
Holy hell. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, fighting for restraint. “I’m about to. Which is why you should probably go in your room and lock your door.”
She tipped her head back and smiled up at him, still not making any move away. And the sexy look smoldering in her eyes was so damn hot, it lit him up like a firework. “It doesn’t feel like you want me to go in my room alone.”
No, he knew it didn’t. His growing erection was already pressing into her belly.
“It feels like you want to go in there with me,” she added.
Dear God, he did want that. He wanted it so much he was about to forget every single reason he’d stayed away from her all these years. But he was deathly afraid of screwing this up again. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or regret trusting me.”
She glanced down at his chest where her hand rested over his heart, and his pulse raced as he watched a nervous look creep into her eyes. “You were right when you said I don’t let people in. I don’t. But I’m trying to fix that. And I want to start with you. You’re not pressuring me. And the only thing I may regret about this night is not taking a chance. But if you don’t want that, then I—”
His resistance snapped. Just shattered under the crushing weight of his desire. He captured her words with his lips and kissed her. Mouthed, “I want you,” against her lips again and again. And when she kissed him back just as frantically, he knew neither of them could stop what was about to happen.
He turned her toward her bedroom, continued to nip and lick and taste every part of her mouth as he stepped forward, forcing her back. Her fingers tightened against his sides, then released, and as they moved into her bedroom, her hands shifted to his chest and began working the buttons of his shirt free with swift movements.
God, she tasted good. She felt even better. He slid his hands to her shoulders, then down her sides and around her back, searching for a zipper or hook or something to free so he could get her out of this dress. “Kelsey.”
“Yes.” She drew back from his lips just long enough to unhook the last button of his shirt and tug the tails free of his pants. Then her lips were on his again, kissing him crazy as she swept her warm hands up his bare chest and pushed the shirt from his shoulders.
Just the simple skim of her fingertips over his skin was better than anything he’d imagined. He kissed her hard, then drew back a breath. “Don’t stop touching me.”
Her smile was so damn sexy, he smiled too. Lifting to her toes, she pressed her tempting lips to the corner of his mouth until he ached to taste her again, then dropped to her heels and leaned forward to trace the tip of her tongue around his left nipple. “I won’t.”
Sweet Jesus, if she kept that up, his brain was going to completely short-circuit. Sifting his fingers into her hair, he lifted her face back to his and dove into her mouth, kissing her deeply. She groaned, slid her hands down his stomach, and found the button on his waistband.
He forced her back a step until her legs hit the mattress. Kissed her deeper. Never wanted to stop kissing her. But he also wanted more. He wanted everything. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips, and grasped the fabric of her dress at her thighs. Drawing back from her swollen lips, he tugged straight up. “Lift your arms.”
She flicked the button free on his pants and lifted her arms over her head. And in one swift move he stripped her of her dress and tossed it on the floor, then stared down at her gorgeous body wrapped in nothing but a sheer lace bra, low-riding lace panties that hugged her slim hips, and a pair of perfect fuck-me black heels.
Whatever blood was left in his head shot straight into his groin. Licking his lips, he palmed her right breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb across the smooth lace covering her taut nipple. “Is this from your collection?”
She dropped her head back when he moved his thumb across the straining tip again. Reached for his hips and whispered, “Yes.”
“I like it.” He brought his other hand up, palmed her left breast, and toyed with her neglected nipple. “I like it a lot.” Tugging one cup aside, he lowered his mouth and breathed hot over her quivering skin. “But I like this more.”
He traced his tongue around her nipple, loving the way she trembled and dug her fingernails into his sides. Then he drew her into his mouth and sucked. And the groan that erupted from her throat made him as hard as stone.
Wrapping his arms around her, he flicked the clasp on the back of her bra and tugged it from her body. She slid her fingers into his hair as he tormented one nipple with his tongue, then the other. With one arm supporting her around the waist, he lowered her to the mattress, then trailed his lips back up her throat to claim her mouth again in a hard, hot, incredibly wet kiss.
Breathless, he braced one hand on the mattress near her head and drew back to look down at her, just enough so he could see her eyes and make sure she was still with him.
She blinked several times. Her eyes shimmered. But in her gaze he saw nothing but lust. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want to see you.” He glanced down her body so he could take all of her in. The swell of her breasts made his mouth water, but the scrap of lace between her legs made him completely ravenous. Pushing back on hands, he slid down her body and lowered his knees to the floor. “Spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”
She blushed but did as he said, making room for him between her thighs. And as he tugged on the sides of her panties, she pushed up on her elbows and bit her lip, watching him as he pulled the lace from her legs and took a long, slow perusal of every inch of her body.
“My God. You are absolutely stunning. Everything I envisioned and more.”
She swallowed hard, watching him as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee and slowly worked his mouth higher. “How long have you been envisioning?”
He smiled. Kissed another spot. This one higher on her inner thigh. “Way too long.”
Her muscles tensed, and her breath caught. “Recently?”
He moved his lips to her other thigh and nipped at her tender skin. “Absolutely.”
“W-when?”
He was careful to keep his touch light and teasing, even though all he wanted to do was dive in and claim her. She licked her lips and rocked her hips forward, searching for contact, but he held back, not giving her what she craved. He wanted her trembling first. Wanted her so hot she was practically begging. “On the plane.” He pressed his lips to the sensitive skin between her leg and hip. “In the car.” When she groaned again, he moved closer to her mound. “All through dinner.” He breathed hot over the sensitive flesh between her legs, growing light-headed from the scent of her arousal. “Only every damn time I’ve seen you over the last ten years.”
“Oh God.” Her eyes slid closed, and her head fell back. She rocked up against him again and slid her fingers into his hair, drawing his mouth right where she desperately wanted it. “Stop teasing me already, Hunt. I want you.”
He growled and licked up her center, tasting her excitement and desire. Her arms went out from under her, and she fell back on the bed. He circled her clit while she planted her feet on the mattress and lifted to meet every stroke. And when he felt her getting close, he slid a finger deep inside her, licked faster, and drove her hard into an orgasm that tore a scream from her mouth.
She was still quivering when he pressed his lips to her thigh, her hip, when he worked his way up her body and finally found her mouth. She opened immediately and shoved his pants down his hips as he swept his tongue along hers. Her fingers fumbled with his trousers, helping him shuck them off. Rolling to his side, he tore his lips from hers just long enough to grab his wallet and kick his pants and boxers the rest of the way off.
Her hand wrapped around his erection. He jerked at the contact, then moaned as she stroked him and lifted her mouth back to his. Her small hand was like velvet wrapped around his shaft, so good he was afraid he might come if she kept that up. He pulled back from her mouth once more and glanced at the wallet in his hand, searching for a condom. “Hold on. Just a second.”
She moved to her knees, stroked him again. He sucked in a breath at the wicked sensation. His fingers closed around the condom, and he yanked it out of his wallet. Then absolutely lost his fucking mind when he felt her lips close around his shaft.
“Oh fuck.” He fell back in the pillows before he could stop himself. His eyes rolled back in his head. She sucked him deep, let him slip almost all the way out of her mouth, swirled her tongue around the head, then drew him deep all over again.
Blood pounded in his groin as she worked him over with her mouth. Her small hand stroked the base of his cock while her lips and tongue focused on the head. He felt his orgasm screaming toward him. Knew he could come in a matter of seconds. But he didn’t want this to be over so soon. And when he came, he wanted to feel her come all around him at the same time.
His hands shook, but he managed to push himself up, to grasp her by the arms and draw her back. She gasped as he slid from her mouth and looked up him with lust-glazed eyes. Pulling her close for a quick kiss, he said, “I need to be inside you. Climb over me.”
“Yes.” She straddled his legs as he made quick work of the condom. “Hurry.” As soon as he got it on, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
She tasted like heaven. Felt like pure bliss. Grasping her at the hips, he pulled her toward him while she licked into his mouth. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest. Her slick core brushed the head of his cock. Electricity raced down his spine as he lined her up and tugged her down so he pressed inside her just a fraction of an inch.
He drew back from her mouth just enough so he could see her face. “Kelsey, look at me.”
She eased back, lips swollen, eyes glazed, body trembling. But it was the trust he saw in her gaze that absolutely undid him.
“Take me.” His fingers flexed against her hips. “I’m yours if you want me.”
“I want you. I want all of you.” She closed her lips over his and sucked his tongue into her mouth just as she lowered and drew his length deep in her body. And the taste of her was so wicked, the feel of her so hot and slick and tight, all he could do was groan against her lips and thrust hard to meet her.
Her hips pressed flush against his. She gasped and lifted, tightening as she rocked her hips, making him twitch and tremble with every stroke.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tighter. Drove deeper inside her. Grunted every time he bottomed out and her wet core squeezed all around him. He could feel her growing wetter, tighter. Knew she was close. Pulling his mouth from hers, he kissed the corner of her lips and whispered, “God, you feel good.” He palmed her breast and gently pinched her nipple. “Ride me, Kelsey. Use me. I want to feel you come all around me.”
She moaned and tore her mouth from his, breathing hard as she moved over him, faster with every thrust. “Oh yes, there.” Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her hot breath brushed his lips. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
He couldn’t. He was seconds away from detonating. “Do it.” Holding her tight against him, he plunged deep again and again, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her spiral blindly toward her release. “Come for me, baby. And take me with you when you go.”
Her climax slammed into her, stealing her breath with a gasp that echoed in his ears. And the second it did, the instant he felt her body quiver and quake all around him, he let go of the tension in his body and grunted through a shattering release that didn’t just consume him, it flipped his entire world upside down until only two things were clear.
One, this wasn’t wrong. In the middle of complete chaos, they’d found each other, and it was the most pure and honest thing he’d ever known.
And two, that scared the shit out of him because he finally had something he never wanted to let go. Something someone else seemed dead set on destroying.