“I want to be anywhere you are.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. Gunner grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together, and we strolled to my house. We were silent as I opened the front door and went inside.
“Want a beer?”
“Sure, buttercup. Let’s sit on the back patio for a while.”
I handed Gunner a beer and snagged one for myself before following him outside. He sat on the swing, lifting his arm for me to slide in next to him, just like last time. I loved leaning into his muscular body. My soft curves melted into his hard planes.
The lake below glittered under the moonlight, and the moon’s reflection rippled with the waves. Distant laughter came from the north, where the larger cabins were.
Gunner’s fingers skimmed my bicep in a tantalizing pattern. I laid my legs over his and placed my head on his chest.
Gunner tugged lightly on my hair, which was falling down my back, tilting my face toward him. His eyes shot back and forth between mine. My body hummed to life. Every angular feature of his face brought my gaze to his soft lips.
“You’re so fucking tempting.”
I inched closer to him and our breaths mingled. Electricity was popping between us, and the tension was mounting to see who would break first. I needed his lips on mine, but I knew we were standing on the edge of a cliff and the next move would send us hurtling over. There would be no stopping it, not until we fell completely.
“Gunner,” I whispered.
“Fuck.” It came out as a breath, both of us panting.
We crashed into each other in a bruising kiss, meeting in the middle, together. My fingers slid along his neck and the scruff on his jaw before weaving into his hair.
He sucked on my bottom lip as I moaned. My body was already strung so tightly I was about to explode from a kiss that had just gotten started. Gunner’s hands tightened on my hips, lifting me and shifting me until I was straddling him. I ground my hips over the long erection I could feel through our jeans.
My nipples pebbled beneath my bra, and my breasts were heavy and full, straining to be free and be felt by Gunner’s rough hands. His tongue massaged mine, and his hand slid down to squeeze my ass. I moaned just before he ripped his mouth away from mine.
“Which room is yours?”
“Back hall, first door on the right.”
Gunner stood with me still wrapped around him. I moved my lips to his neck and kissed down the column of his throat, licking along the way. He was cursing and groaning as I skimmed my teeth over the space where his shoulder met his neck.
The door slammed closed behind us as I kissed my way back up his neck to find his lips. It didn’t matter that he probably couldn’t see where he was going. The only thing that mattered was that I needed him. Now.
He found my room and set me down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of me. He brought one leg up, placing it on his shoulder, and slowly unzipped the knee-high boot. The sound of the zipper in the otherwise quiet room sent my blood pressure even higher. My heart was about to beat out of my chest, and he’d only unzipped one of my boots.
This man would be my undoing.
Gunner undressed me, piece by piece, never taking his eyes from mine until I was sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked. His gaze fell to my mouth before returning to my eyes. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his eyes started roaming down, down, down.
They snagged on my breasts, and his breath hitched in his throat. After a moment he slid back on his knees and kept his roving eyes moving downward. I slowly spread my legs as his gaze moved further south.
I was fully bared to him, and when his gaze reached the apex of my thighs, he closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened them again, they met mine. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Every goddamn inch of you is better than everything I’ve been dreaming of.”
“I need you,” I whispered.
Gunner stood and shed his clothes much more quickly and with less care than he’d removed mine. There wasn’t a soft inch on his body. Every part of him was muscular perfection. Part of his chest and one arm, from fingertips to shoulder, was burned. I’d only seen part of it that day in the kitchen; he always wore long sleeves.
Nothing about the scars on his body took away from his beauty.
I shook as he stepped closer to me. I wanted to bottle this moment and revisit it every day. When people said perfection didn’t exist, I wanted to show them a naked picture of Gunner.
Because damn.
Perfection does exist.
His long arm snagged me around my waist as he lifted me and smashed my body against his. My breasts were pressed against the planes of his chest, and his calloused, work-roughened hands were sliding down my back to my ass.
“You’re beautiful, Delilah.”
“So are you.” My fingers skimmed along the burns on his arm and his breath hitched in his throat. My tongue glided up his neck and sucked on the space beneath his ear. Gunner’s hand covered mine that was sliding up his burned arm.
“You don’t have to touch that,” he whispered.
“I want to.”
“No one ever has.” He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Most people ignore it or try not to stare.”
“I want you exactly as you are, Gunner. I’ll never ignore any part of you.”
Gunner lifted me and walked the three steps to my bed, and he came down on top of me. His long, thick erection was nestled against my thigh, and I ached to have him inside me. Gunner’s fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me spearing his tongue into my mouth and swallowed my moans. I writhed against him and every nerve ending caught on fire as my body ached for Gunner to touch me everywhere.
“I need you, Gunner.”
I reached out to my nightstand and opened the drawer. He snagged a condom from the box I kept there, just in case. He rolled the condom down his length as he kissed my lips.
My mouth opened as he slowly slid inside. He stretched me more than I’d ever felt before. He trailed his lips down my neck to my chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” I hissed, bucking my hips and running my hands along his body. My nails scored his back when he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he hissed and pounded into me again. My breath hitched and caught in my throat as he hit the sweet spot over and over. Gunner ran a hand down my stomach and massaged my clit with his thumb while sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I bowed off the bed. My entire body felt like exposed nerves. Everywhere he touched sent me closer to orgasm. The hair from his scruff scratching against my sensitive, puckered nipples. His rough fingers digging into my hips. His tongue tasting every inch of my mouth. He didn’t let any part of me go unnoticed.
I’d never felt more satisfied, more powerful, more desired, or more beautiful than I did in that moment with Gunner. I should’ve expected it; he’d trailblazed his way into my life and heart.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” Gunner groaned. “I need you to come, buttercup.”
He kissed me and kept rubbing his hands all over me. I met his every thrust until I exploded around his pulsing cock, calling out his name as we tumbled over the inevitable cliff together.
Chapter 27
Gunner