He leans back, inhaling a shaky breath as he moves my hair out of my face, asking, “Are you ready to call it a night? I’ll walk you to your bedroom.”
I lean into his touch. “I thought I’d come to the pool house with you for a while.”
So much is implied in my statement. Even more is said by the way his body tenses and his breath hitches, and then a sexy grin builds across his beautiful lips.
Without another word, he takes my hand as we walk out the back door and down the lit path toward the pool house. The few steps we have to take from the house to where he slept last night are brief but freezing. Hunter and I move with rapid steps through the chill.
When we enter the pool house, he flicks the lights on, and I see it’s much more than a house for changing into a bathing suit. There’s a game room with a pool table, indoor shower, and even a mini kitchen. What surprises me the most is the huge stone fireplace that sits at the far end of the room with a television above it.
Hunter hits a button on the wall, and the blinds lower. He motions for me to take a seat on the large sectional in front of the fireplace.
I kick off my boots and sit on the couch, watching as he kneels by the hearth.
“You like your fires,” I say.
“I like a girl who likes fires.” He grins, and my heart melts.
Sitting in front of a fire is how I’ve spent the past two days with his family, and yet this is the first time I actually feel nervous. I’m not nervous because I’m afraid he’ll reject me or that things between us won’t go right. I’m nervous because I have a feeling it’s going to be sensational.
I’ve never had sensational.
As the log slowly catches fire, Hunter leans back and closes the screen. He turns to me, and my core clenches in anxious anticipation as he runs a hand along his tousled hair.
He takes a thick fur blanket from the back of the couch and lays it down in front of the fire. There are several throw pillows on the sofa, which he lays down as well before reaching his hand out to me, asking me to join him.
I rise from the couch and stand in front of him. The lights are dim, and the fire crackles next to us, casting a soft orange glow over his face. We stand next to each other. Me staring up into his darkened eyes and him with his head tilted down. His long, deft finger glides down the side of my neck, skimming across my décolletage and stopping at the base of my throat. It sends a shiver through my spine.
His lips part as he lets out a breath, and I don’t miss how shaky it is.
“Kiss me, Hunter,” I say with bated breath.
He takes direction well. With his hand placed firmly on my hip, he pulls me in and lets his tongue sweep across my upper lip. His lips meet mine with the delicacy of an artist painting the first stroke of a masterpiece. I kiss him back, a willing muse, ready for my portrait to be complete.
I moan into his touch, and he grips me harder, bringing my body closer to his. His arms are now holding me tightly as I raise mine to his shoulders, molding my breasts against his chest and feeling his growing erection against my core.
The fire is burning beside us, but the one growing inside me is hotter, brighter. His kiss has a taste of adventure as he dives deep into my soul, making me free-fall into him. The zing in my chest rides the high, begging for more, needing him to explore me with his fervent mouth and wily hands.
His embrace is like no other because he doesn’t just hold me physically. With every groan and murmur, I also feel his passion ooze through his mind and heart.
Hunter’s hands strongly glide down the sides of my sweater dress, dancing at the hemline. I break our kiss, our foreheads pressed against each other’s, and I nod, throwing away my inhibitions and granting him permission to undress me. He takes it, lifting my dress up and over my head.
He falls to his knees and hooks his fingers into my tights, slowly dragging them down my legs. I step out of them while looking at him. His eyes are trained on mine as he leans forward and presses the softest of kisses on my belly, just above the lace of my panties and the tiny bow.
I quiver as he kisses me again, lower this time, placing the lightest of pressure just above my most sensitive spot.
My teeth are pressing hard on my lip as he rises. My brows furrow at the sheer want I have for him to get back on those knees and kiss me there some more.
He rises, looking dominant as he gazes at me like I’m his. Those caramel eyes melt as he stares at me while I stand here in lace, exposed yet not as naked as I wish to be.
I step forward and undo the buttons of his dress shirt, pushing it over his shoulders, showing off his defined chest with a sprinkling of hair over the muscle. His skin is a deep golden color with cut muscles running down his stomach.
When my hands are flat on his chest, a sharp breath escapes his mouth. I run my fingers over his pectorals, feeling every hardened plane and the light smattering of hair. He’s a real man. Not the princely type. No, this man is a king. A roguish king.
I continue my exploration of his body. The tattoo on his arm is larger than I imagined. An arrow shooting through a compass that’s facing north. It’s intricate and beautiful. Just like the man before me.
He notices me ogling his body, and it must ignite the desire inside him because he wraps his hands around the nape of my neck, pulling me close and kissing me with wild abandon.
The fire before us roars as I make quick work of removing his pants and bringing my body back against his. He’s only wearing boxer briefs, but from the feel of the steel against my core, I’d swear he was naked.
I whimper when he runs a hand over my core. I dig my nails into his biceps, clinging to him for support. He nuzzles my neck as he continues moving his hand over the lace, making me desperate and needy. My heart is beating a million miles a minute. He brings his forehead to mine, moves the fabric of my panties over, and slides a finger deep inside me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I cry out, arching my back and letting my head fall.
His devilish lips curl into a smile against my neck. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
Hunter leads me to the floor, and I go willingly. My back is against the soft fur, but my front is covered in all man.
His hand continues to touch me in the most wicked way as he places kisses on my chest, sucking on each breast through the fabric and then working his way further down, worshipping every inch of my skin.
With each touch, I want him more.
With each kiss, my body ignites.
With each breath, I feel like I’m going to explode.
“I need you inside me.”
His hand halts. Those caramel eyes are carnal while the lines around them crease softly. He sits up and stares at me, his eyes raking up and down my body, making me feel gorgeous.
“There are so many things I want to do to you. Suck that wet pussy of yours, is one. Have you ride my cock while we bathe in the light of the flames, is another.” That needy voice is gravelly as he speaks, “I’ve waited so long to touch you, and now that I am, I need it all. But first, I need to know that you’re ready.”
I rise to my knees, push back my shoulders, and lift my chin, meeting him eye to eye. “I might have a wistful streak in me, but I know what it means to be a woman who wants a man. I want you, Hunter. I want every spontaneous, undisciplined, and impulsive inch of you. I want to taste the whiskey on your tongue and feel those mischievous hands on every inch of my skin.”