“I already do.”
“That’s the part that scares me the most,” he says with a growl, his voice raw, as he wraps his hands under me and lifts me up.
“Your ankle,” I say as I wrap around his shoulders and suck on his neck.
“Fuck it. I’ve got another one.”
His lips crash onto mine, and my hands are in his hair, gripping the ends while taking every ounce of passion he’s giving me in this kiss.
He walks us down the hall and into the bedroom when I point to which one is mine, where he lays me on the bed and stares down at me sprawled there. He speaks over his shoulder, “Mittens, if you’re in here, I strongly suggest you find a new spot for the night. Our girl is about to get loud.”
The cat scampers from under my bed and to the living room. I laugh but then stop when Hunter runs his fingers down my legs. How he caresses my thighs and calves already has me lifting my lower back off the bed in pure greediness.
Now, I know exactly what his touch feels like, what he’s going to do to my body, and the anticipation is killing me. Our first time was so amazing; I can’t imagine what the future times we’re together will bring as we get to know each other’s bodies more.
His eyes bore into mine—lust, desire, and need spilling from every millimeter.
“I want you so bad right now,” he says with bated breath.
The way his chest rises and falls gives me so much fuel to be the woman I’ve always hoped to be. The woman who isn’t afraid to take what she desires, to give pleasure to a guy because she wants to see his knees go weak from her very touch.
“Then, take me already.” I lean up and grab his waist, dropping his shorts to the floor. He’s bare underneath, his cock hard and thick, standing at attention, ready for me to do as I wish.
When I hold it in my hand, his head falls back as his breath hitches. When I wrap my mouth around it, his fingers instantly fist my hair as he braces himself. Hearing his groan fuels me even more, and when I run my tongue around his tip and down his shaft, I feel his legs tremble against my body.
“Oh God, Katie,” he bites out through gritted teeth, so I take him deeper, wanting to hear what I’m doing to him more.
He rewards me by tightening his ass and gripping my hair harder.
I’m doing this. I’m making him lose control. It’s the most empowering feeling I’ve ever imagined.
I run my hand down his balls as I suck in harder, and when he gasps, he yanks himself out of my mouth, breathing so deeply that I shake with excitement.
“I’m not ready to come yet. We’re just getting started.” He tilts my body down, removing my pants and yanking them off completely.
My panties are soaked, and when he runs his finger around my clit, his lips tilt up in a grin.
“You liked sucking me like that, didn’t you?”
I nod. “I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.”
“Katie,” he whispers, “you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, whether you’re sitting at your desk or sucking my cock. I’ve never been able to get the first image out of my mind. Now that I have the second, I don’t know how I’ll be able to function.”
I grab his arms, pulling him toward me, kissing his lips with a passion that’s ripping through me so intensely that I don’t know what else to do but attack him in every way.
He removes my shirt and bra, leaning down to press his naked chest against mine. He swipes a condom from his wallet and unravels it down his shaft. As soon as it’s secure, I wrap my legs around his back, guiding him to enter me and not waiting a second longer.
When he does, my entire world goes dark. All I feel is him inside me, filling me beyond the brim. His movements bring light back to my world and fireworks to my insides.
Every breath, every thrust, every kiss is the death of me before I come back again, only to fall back even further than I thought I already had.
My body ignites in ways I didn’t think possible, and I’m greedy, wanting more now that I know what’s coming.
Our bodies are riding with the motions, lost at sea to the waves as they crash together. Just when I feel like I can’t breathe, his lips land on my neck, and I gasp for life once more.
His arms wrap around my back, holding me tighter, as he slams into me with force, like he’s going to die if he doesn’t grip me just a little more.
I scream in absolute ecstasy as my body explodes around him, frozen as I clench around his cock and grip on to his back, holding on for dear life.
A few more thrusts, and Hunter is grunting his release, kissing my lips as his body relaxes against mine.
His slow kisses bring us back to life as our breathing subsides.
“Hunter,” I whisper.
He inhales deeply. “I know, Katie. I feel it too.”
The sun beating through my blinds wakes me up earlier than usual. I look at the clock and see I still have a half hour until I need to shower. When I hear a voice in my living room, I know what woke me up.
Sliding on a bathrobe, I walk to the hallway and peek into my kitchen. Hunter is standing at the counter with a cup of coffee from the Keurig, and Mittens is standing on the countertop next to him, being petted by a gorgeous six-foot-tall television producer.
“Thanks for giving us some space last night. I’ll pay you back with some catnip. I heard that’s like weed for cats. Just don’t go smoking and driving, okay?” Hunter laughs at his own corny joke, and I find myself snickering as well.
When Hunter sees I’m here, he stands up tall and regains his very cool demeanor that he likes to walk around with.
I take a step out of the shadows of the hallway. “Don’t let me interrupt you.”
“I was just making friends with your cat.”
Leaning against the wall, I watch as Mittens lets Hunter pat his head and purrs against his palm. “That’s good. He doesn’t like anyone.”
“Yeah, well, the men in your life have to get along, so I need to make sure I stay on his good side.” Hunter pats Mittens one more time and then walks over to me. “I’m running home to change.” He kisses me, and I grip his arms to steady myself. When he pulls away, he kisses my forehead and then says, “I’ll see you at the office, kid.”
With a wink, he’s out the door. I stand there in disbelief of what we’ve become, taking a minute to gather myself before I head to the shower myself.
Chapter Fourteen
Saks Fifth Avenue is the most prestigious department store in all of New York City. Standing in the middle of the women’s formalwear department with a business card in my hand, I can’t believe that I’m about to pick out a dress here.
A quick glance at a nearby price tag shows it is way out of my range. If I thought a big splurge was the green dress I bought for the Empire Media holiday party, then I was sorely mistaken. The dress I’m staring at has a price so high that there is a comma in it.
“Can I help you?” a saleswoman in a smartly dressed skirt suit asks.
“Yes,” I respond. “I’m looking for Jasmine.”
“You’re in luck. That’s me.” She points to the card in my hand, the one that has her name written on the back of it. “You must be Branson Ford’s assistant. He told me you’d be stopping by. I pulled a few things for you.”