Before the door could close behind them, Hunter had Chloe pinned against the wall, his body crushing hers, holding her hands above her head, wanting to take complete control of her. They kissed each other hard and deep, tongues hungrily exploring with want for more from each other. He let go of her hands to wrap his arms around her and Chloe took the opportunity to embrace him, pulling him into her, grinding her hips against his.
Through the partially opened curtains, the lights of the city, in conjunction with the moon, were their only illumination. They kicked their shoes off and tugged at each other’s clothes, desperate for what they had been waiting hours for. When Hunter reached for the light switch, Chloe instinctively batted his hand away, gave him a mischievous smile, then let out a soft moan as Hunter lightly circled her breast with the palm of his hand.
Sparks seemed to shoot from every nerve in their bodies. Hunter lifted Chloe’s arms above her head to remove her shirt and threw it on the floor behind him. The half second they had to part lips was a half second too long for Chloe. Once the shirt was clear of her head, she took Hunter’s face between her hands to kiss him deeper.
Hunter broke the kiss only to move his lips across her body, slowly savoring every bit of her—her face, neck, shoulders, the curve of her breasts. His hands stroked over her at the same time, and with each touch she would release a moan, letting him know she didn’t want him to stop. Permission had been granted to taste every inch of her that he chose to.
Gooseflesh rose all over her body as he very slowly and softly ran his hands down the side of her body, almost like a feather being lightly brushed across her skin. His hands moved up and his fingers traced the swell of her breasts, round, full, and wanting. She let him take control of her, desperately wanting him to take in all of her. Her eyes jerked open, suddenly aware that she could no longer feel his tongue caressing her skin, but instead felt his arms wrap around her, his hands working the clasp on her bra.
She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor to accompany hers. Her palms glided over his chest, hard and muscular, rippling with every trace of her fingers. She buried her head in the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply to capture the scent of him, a mixture of musk and sweat radiating off his skin. She kissed his neck and moved her tongue toward his jaw, tasting him and taking him into her senses.
He was staring at her, hunger and wanting dominating every feature. His stare penetrated her like the fire of a thousand suns. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes begged him to finish whatever he intended to start. He kissed her hard and deep, rough with wanting, as she reached down and took hold of his jeans, unbuttoning them and taking them off with her feet. He kicked his jeans behind him and threw her bra across the room, once again crushing her against the wall, locking her in place with his hands on her wrists and his mouth over hers.
She could feel him harden against her stomach and her body instantaneously responded with a jolt of lightning shooting through every nerve. She gently took him in her hand, and with each stroke, the harder and deeper he kissed her, his grip tightening on her wrists. She liked it and he knew it. A moan escaped his throat and she shivered, feeling like her legs would give any instant.
Hunter finally pulled her away from the wall and they managed to take three steps closer to the bed before Hunter took Chloe to the floor where they were. Protected underneath him, Hunter reached up and hooked a corner of the bedspread in his fist, then pulled. The bedspread billowed as it caught air, bringing a pillow with it that landed at their feet. Once they had somehow managed to maneuver themselves on top of the bedspread, Hunter pinned her arms above her head, holding her down as he hovered over her, staring intently into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around his back, urging him to enter as her lips met his once more. He bent his head and kissed her, this time softly, slowly moving his tongue around the shape of her lips, letting her know he would be taking his time to make her remember this night.
She greedily returned his kiss as she reached down to take him in her hand once more, but he began to slide down her body to show her that he had other plans. He traced kisses down her neck and chest until he took one of her breasts in his mouth, her nipples hard in anticipation of his warm breath bringing them to life. He was taking his time and her body was screaming for release. She sucked in a shuddering breath and held his head to her as he made her feel tingling in places she didn’t know she had.
Arching her back in response, he wrapped one hand around her back while his other hand began to caress the length of her body, only to stop between her legs. She opened her legs, granting him access, inviting him—begging him—to take her. He teased her with his fingers until she couldn’t hold back a scream of pleasure.
He let go of her breast and moved down her body, replacing his hand with his tongue. She arched her back as much as she could in need, her hands pressing against the back of his head to keep him where he was, begging him not to stop. He was slow and meticulous, making sure she remembered every area he touched. She moved her hips to his rhythm, and it wasn’t long before she could feel the wonder of release, then suddenly he had her, and her body shuddered with every contraction of her muscles, moaning while whispering his name at the same time.
As he kissed his way back up her body to meet her mouth, she flipped him onto his back, letting him know it was now her turn to be in control. Chloe took her time, savoring his body, tasting every inch of him with insistent kisses on his inner thighs, using her tongue to trace the way to her destination, teasing him until she lowered her head, her mouth enveloping him slowly, savoring every second, making sure to give him the same exotic pleasure he had just given her. He collected her hair in his fists, and as he pulled, guiding her, showing her what he liked and what he wanted, he quietly moaned with desire.
He stopped her and lifted her head, wanting to take her the way he had been dreaming of since he first saw her. She straddled him and gently lowered herself onto him, moving to his rhythm. His grip was fierce as he held her in place, guiding her hips with his until they moved together as one, each thrust progressively stronger and harder, burying himself deeper, knowing each other’s exact desire with every moan of pleasure. One final thrust and his grip on her hips tightened, forcefully holding her in place as he spilled into her. Slowly, she slid off of him and stretched out next to him, taking his hands in hers and smiling with the knowledge that she had been right about the correlation of his hands and passion at first glance.
The light of the moon illuminated them as they lay facing each other, both trying to catch their breath, smiling at each other with awe. After a few minutes, and completely out of habit, Chloe pulled the comforter around her, twisting her body until her tattoo was covered.
Energy and stamina were quickly leaving their bodies and Chloe closed her eyes. She couldn’t stop the thoughts running through her mind about how she was not just physically, but emotionally feeling. There was a definite emotional connection with this man that she had never felt with anyone except Christopher. There were no warning bells and she quickly began to realize that with Hunter, she might be willing to run the risk of those intense feelings once again. She also knew that with those feelings came the possibility of loss, and she refused to let herself be exposed to that kind of tragedy ever again. That’s completely ridiculous. We’ve known each other less than twelve hours, she thought in an attempt to move away from any emotions except tired and content. You don’t know what you’re feeling. Just enjoy the moment while it lasts.
He had a deep, gravelly tone to his voice. “What are you thinking?”
She slowly opened her eyes and gave a satisfied chuckle. “I’m having a hard time thinking of anything right now.”
He pulled her closer and gave her a gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he looked deep in her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face. “You are so beautiful.”
She knew he meant it and the butterflies in her stomach started fluttering again. She didn’t know how to respond so she said the first thing that came to her mind. “Thank you for stalking me.”
***
Hunter woke up on the floor, where they started and finished their night together, as the sunlight burst through the window, threatening to blind him if he didn’t move out of the way. He rolled over, expecting—hoping—Chloe would be next to him, sleeping or watching him, waiting and wanting to have him one more time as much as he wanted her. Instead, he found himself alone. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked toward the door. Her things were gone and so was she.
Disappointed, he lay back down, scooting over an inch or two so the sun wouldn’t be hitting him directly in the face. He had fallen asleep foolishly confident she would still be with him when he woke up. He let out a sigh knowing that Chloe was gone, and he doubted he would see her again.