“Do you like this?”
With his thumb brushing over her nipple, yeah, she liked it. “It feels way different from when I do it.”
An arrested expression froze on his face. His nostrils flared and heat colored his cheekbones. In a tone dark and husky, he suggested, “Tell me about that.”
“Washing?” she asked. “Yeah, I do it daily.”
Wry amusement flashed in his dark blue eyes and he dropped his head forward with a muffled laugh.
“What? Washing is funny?”
“I thought... Never mind.” He kissed her again.
She knew he was trying to get her back on track, but no way would she let it go now. Turning her face away, she asked, “You thought what?”
For only a second, he hesitated. Then he smiled. “I thought you meant you touched yourself sexually. Superhot image, by the way. Thinking it damn near put me over the edge.”
Ha! Like she’d talk about that with him. Then again, the way he’d reacted, maybe she should. She put that on the list of Ways to Incite Hunter, along with flashing her butt. “So me in your bed, showing off my prettiest panties, didn’t put you near the edge, but the idea of me indulging in a little personal play did? Maybe I should have—”
This time there was no escaping his kiss, voracious as it was, and the hand on her breast got extra busy, cuddling, stroking and toying with her nipple until she couldn’t hold back a ragged moan. It seemed he’d caused an intense pulse point of pleasure that swelled even more each time he adjusted the kiss to make it deeper. His muscled leg parted hers, and he rocked oh-so-gently against her.
For the next fifteen minutes, Jodi forgot about talking. She almost forgot about breathing, but then, who needed oxygen when Hunter Osborn was busy seducing her?
And how long was he going to take, anyway? Need escalated, and it was so awesome, she didn’t want to chance letting it go, which meant he needed to get on with it.
“Great panties,” he whispered, while sliding his hand inside. “Really pretty.”
A smile almost crept up on her. The panties weren’t all that pretty, but then, she didn’t do fancy undies or anything. She’d chosen that pair because she liked the color, sort of a rosy peach, and—
“Let’s lose your shirt, okay?”
This was all so new, yet equally awesome, more so than she’d expected, that she merely nodded. Wasn’t like her to take a passive role, especially with her impatience, but he knew what he was doing, and she didn’t, so she decided just to enjoy herself.
Hunter stood at the side of the bed, tugged her up to sit, and after another warm press of his mouth to hers, he stripped the shirt off over her head.
Okay, that was quick.
Before she had time to decide if she wanted to square her shoulders, or cover herself with her arms, or what she should do, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and put her in the bed the right way, then slid in next to her and she was immediately back against him, getting kissed all over, and damn, Hunter knew how to kiss.
“Beautiful,” he repeated again as he covered both breasts with his hands.
She was starting to believe him—at least, that he thought so. Maybe it wasn’t just sex words. Maybe he really did like her look. Small, plain women could be his thing. And...she didn’t want to think about her perceptions of being too scrawny and stuff. She’d rather enjoy the way his hands felt on her body, how they covered so much of her at once, sometimes stroking in broad sweeps, like over her back and along her thighs, other times concentrating on a single point, like when he explored the curve of her hip bones, or how his fingertips followed her spine down and along the cleft of her bottom. He’d given a low growl over that.
Her skin tingled as he placed hot, damp love bites to her throat, her shoulder and to her left nipple. When she’d felt the edge of his teeth, she’d braced herself, until he licked, circling with his tongue. That almost turned her liquid. Then he drew her in, softly sucking until her back arched and she let out another moan.
Without even realizing it, she had both hands clenched in his hair, keeping him right there—or so she thought, until he moved to her other nipple without her even realizing it. He drew on one, and toyed the other with his clever fingers, and the doubling of sensation was devastating to her senses. She couldn’t hold still, couldn’t be quiet.
Something started happening to her, some invisible coil growing tighter but in a really delicious way. Restless, she moved against him and whispered in surprise, “I’m really excited.”
He didn’t answer, and that was okay, because she liked his mouth right where it was. She kept trying to sort it all out, what he did and how it made her feel, but then he’d do something else, like tug at her nipple, or slide a hand between her legs, and coherent thought scattered.
She didn’t realize he was taking off her panties until she had to lift her hips to help him. Then it registered and she was all sure, let’s do this. Naked will be great.
If she got naked, surely he would, too.
Instead, he propped up on one elbow and looked at her from breasts to knees and back again, his breathing harsh, his hair messy—her fault on the hair...and maybe on the ragged breathing, too—and his expression took on an intensity she’d never seen before.
“Christ, Jodi, what you do to me.”
That sounded pretty awesome, and eventually, she’d like details, but right now, she only wanted more. “Don’t stop.”
Giving her a dark, carnal smile, he said, “Only if you tell me to,” and came back to her mouth, his tongue twining with hers in a hot, eating kiss. He pressed his hand between her thighs, and she wanted that so much, she opened her legs more in invitation. Hunter made a low sound of approval.
His rough-tipped fingers were gentle as he explored her, first lightly petting, which wasn’t near enough for her. It made her ache even more, until she started to feel frantic. When she lifted into his hand, he took the hint, parting her sex, touching her more deeply, finding places that were incredibly sensitive—and slippery wet.
With incredible care, he pressed one finger into her, slowly, inexorably, until she was gasping every breath and riding up against his hand. She needed more, but Hunter proved he had incredible patience and he seemed to want to use every speck of it.
The way he worked that one finger, slowly in, slowly out, had her near to crying. Just when she was ready to make demands, he pressed in a second finger, and though it hurt a little, it was also exactly what she needed. She freed her mouth from his and turned her face against his throat, somewhat desperate, and yeah, definitely unsure. She hadn’t expected this, not for her.
“I’d have been happy,” she gasped, “just being with you.”