I turn around to face him, my gaze locking with his.
I bite down on my bottom lip, then I sit on the bed and scoot back to make room for him.
His beautiful eyes glint with victory, his perfect lips tugging up like the jungle cat that got the cream.
I feel soft and happy as Hunter joins me on the bed. I don’t panic this time when he pulls my jeans down and off my body. When he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs them down, too.
My heart starts to beat fast again when I realize I’m completely naked and he’s still fully dressed. I figure he’ll undress now, but he’s too busy drinking in the sight of me.
A bit self-conscious, I squeeze my legs together right before his gaze hits on the spot between them.
His gaze shoots to mine. He has the audacity to look bereft. “What is this fucking shit?”
I bite back a smile, then I curl up on my side and cover my breasts with my hands. “Stop looking at me.”
“Never,” he says, moving up behind me.
“You’re looking too hard,” I tell him. “You’re making me shy.”
Hunter grabs my wrists, tugging my hands away from my breasts and rolling me onto my back. In one smooth move, he climbs on top of me and pins my wrists against the bed beside me. “Nuh uh. We’re not doing that.” Dipping his head, he kisses the soft mound of my right breast. “These are mine. Mine to look at, mine to taste.”
“Are you sure? I don’t recall signing the deed over to you. Did you get it notarized? I think there was a problem with your paperwork. Have your lawyer contact mine, we can work out the details.”
Hunter smiles fondly, shaking his head at me. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”
“I’m just saying, I never put on your necklace,” I tease. “I didn’t agree to this ownership business.”
He slides his hands up my wrists and our hands interlock. “You talk too much.”
“I thought you liked when I talked.”
“I do, but this isn’t the time for talking.”
Dropping my voice lower to mimic his, I say, “It doesn’t matter when it is or where it is, Hunter. It only matters that it’s you and—”
Before I can finish mocking him, he crushes his lips against mine, shutting me up rather effectively.
I unlock our hands so I can free mine. Once they’re free, I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes, reveling of the feel of his lips on mine. I think I could kiss him forever and never tire of it.
The intimacy of our position seeps into me, softens me up even more than the orgasm did. I want to touch him everywhere, explore every inch of his body.
I start with his face. I keep one arm locked around his neck to keep him close, but I slide the other one along his jawline. Hunter likes a clean-shaven look, but right now he’s got a little scruff. It’s rough against my soft fingertips.
All sorts of lovey confessions bubble up to the surface, threatening to escape when Hunter looks up at me. I need to shut me up, too, so I kiss him again.
As we kiss, his hand roams my body. His fingers skim my side, he palms my breast, traces the curve of my collar bone with his thumb. He touches me like we have all the time in the world.
His exploration reminds me that I want to do that to him, too. The memory surfaces of him in only swim trunks, dripping wet when he got out of the pool. If he gets to look at me and touch me all over, I should get to do that, too.
With that thought in mind, I reach for the buttons of his orange button-down shirt.
Orange. My lips curve up. Not a color I would ever pick out, but it looks damned good on him. His skin is still dark with the tan he probably has leftover from running around shirtless in Italy.
Unlike me, Hunter isn’t a bit shy about getting naked. I suppose he’s more used to it than I am. Hell, he had strangers photographing him shirtless in Italy, so I’m sure this is nothing for him.
I admire his unwavering confidence as I push the shirt back and tug it down, but then I drink in the sight of his bronzed, perfect chest, and I see he has absolutely nothing to be shy about.
I can’t help sighing as I look at him. His tan makes me aware of how pale I am. It’s summer, but it might as well be winter judging by the looks of me.
“What?” Hunter asks, watching my face.
“You’re too sexy for me. I’m not sure I can deal with all of this.”
He grins, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. “Quiet, you.”
“I’m serious. Can you do something to make yourself a little uglier? Maybe you could get glasses,” I say, cocking my head as I try to envision what he would look like.
“I look hot in glasses,” he teases, dipping in and stealing another kiss—my jawline, this time.
“Of course you do,” I mutter. “They probably just leave people with the impression that you’re smart, too. Which you are,” I say, like an accusation. “One person shouldn’t have so much going for them, you know. It’s not really fair.”
“Life’s not fair,” he says unapologetically. “Some people have more, some have less. I have you and you have me, what else matters?”
I sag with defeat. “You can’t say things like—”
He silences me with another kiss.
I’m out of things to say, anyway. I let him sweep me up in his kisses. Every touch causes the temperature of my blood to rise as it courses through my veins.
When he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter against him, I go to lock my leg around his hip and realize he’s still wearing pants.
I break away from his lips and look down just long enough to find the button of his jeans. He kisses me again as I feel my way to the zipper and drag that down, too.
This time he breaks away to shove his jeans off. He’s still wearing black boxer briefs, but I can see the big bulge of his arousal and it makes my tummy flutter with nerves.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he pushes his fingers into the waistband to take them off. I suck in a breath, my eyes widening as he shoves them down and his cock springs free.
I’ve never seen a man naked in real life before. Hunter’s body is incredible, hard and smooth, chiseled and sculpted as if by a gifted artist—or maybe the gods themselves. It’s a little overwhelming taking in the whole sight of him, but my gaze drifts back to his dick as if forced by some irresistible magnetic pull.
He has a really beautiful cock. Long and thick, slightly curved with pronounced veins. I want to run my fingers over every ridge, explore and memorize every inch of him.
I guess I can, can’t I?
I sit up on my knees before he can climb on top of me again. Hunter is on his, too, his heavy cock hanging there, begging to be touched.
I grab him gently, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He tenses when I do. My gaze jerks to his face as a little grunt-like noise slips out of him. Judging by the lines of strain on his face, it’s pleasure, not pain, so I resume my exploration.
Slowly, still trying to be gentle since I’m not sure how this all works yet, I slide my hand up his length. I run my thumb over the smooth, velvety tip, pressing into the little dip there. Hunter growls, his fingers locking around my wrist.
I gasp at the suddenness of it. My gaze shoots to his hand on my wrist. His grip is fairly tight. His veins there pronounced, too. It’s the strangest thing to find sexy, but the sight of those veins, of him holding onto me like that… I like it.