She nods slowly. “I figured that out. But I…was hurt.”
“Aw, fuck.” I stare at her in dismay. “Really? I thought we were both just wasted and having fun.”
“I know.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I realized…I wanted more.”
“Fuck me.” I let my head drop back and stare up at the roof of the car.
She curls her fingers over my hand and squeezes. “I was happy for you. I understood why you left.”
“You were going back to Chicago to go to law school.”
“Yeah.” The word pulses with regret.
I turn my head and our eyes meet again. “Kate.”
“Hunter.”
The air pulses around us. “Is it too late?”
She pulls her lip between her teeth again. “It’s not too late. But…this might not be the best time.”
I give a tiny nod. “I get what you’re saying. But after those years that we wasted on other people, when we really wanted each other…let’s not do that again.”
She stares back at me. “What does that mean?”
“Can we…try?”
She pulls in a shaky breath and dips her head. “I want to…try.”
I cup her cheek and peer into her eyes. “Me too.”
We barely get inside her condo and she’s in my arms, her arms wound around my neck, and our mouths crash together.
I make a low noise as I crush her to me, devouring her mouth, sliding my tongue inside, tasting her. She whimpers, opening to me, her tongue playing with mine.
My dick presses into her eagerly and she arches closer. I slide my mouth to her cheek, her jaw, then her throat as her head falls back.
“Oh God.”
I suck gently on delicate skin, then lick her. “You’re gorgeous.” I nip her shoulder.
My hands go to her tight little ass again and I hoist her up. She immediately wraps her legs around me. I walk to the door of her bedroom and push it fully open with one foot.
Nice big bed, right there. It’s a small room, only a couple of steps until we fall onto the mattress together, arms and legs twined around each other, kissing desperately, hands roaming everywhere.
Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. She feels fucking amazing, her mouth hot and wet and delicious, her taut body arching and pressing into me. Her hands slide under my T-shirt and up my back, sending tingles shooting down my spine to my balls. I roll her under me, pinning her to the bed, and she parts her legs so that I fit perfectly between them, my aching cock against her soft center.
After more long kisses, I push up and grab the hem of her top. Watching her face, I draw it up and over her head. She lifts to help me, then lays beneath me in a beige lace bra with barely-there cups. Another groan rumbles its way up from my chest as I study her sweet cleavage and firmly-muscled torso. Desperate for more, I bend to plant a hot, open-mouthed kiss between her tits, breathing in the scent of her skin.
My stubble scrapes over the inner curves of her breasts and I kiss her nipples through her bra. Her hips move on the bed, her back arching, and she reaches behind her to flick open the fastener.
“Thank you,” I murmur, tugging the lace away from her.
Now her perfect breasts are bare and sweet mother of fuck…I may have seen them before, but right now, I’m just in total fucking awe.
My entire body is on fire. Electricity tightens every nerve ending.
“Kate.” I close my eyes briefly. “I want to fuck you so bad.” I open my eyes to peer into hers. “But…I want to make sure…”
15
Kate
I hold Hunter’s gaze evenly. “I’m sure.” I lift a hand and place it on his cheek.
Relief washes over his face, which is extremely gratifying. He wants me too.
He makes quick work of getting off my jeans and thong, tossing them aside. On his knees, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his T-shirt off. I press my hands to his bare chest, a freakin’ work of art. When I rub my hands over his pecs, his eyelids grow heavy. I like that.
I lower my hands to his jeans and open the button and then the fly. His cock is an enormous bulge in his boxers and a shiver of excitement runs through me.
He grabs his wallet and retrieves a condom before rolling over to kick off his jeans.
“Oh, good thinking.” I pluck it from his fingers, eager to touch him and put the condom on.
Now we’re both naked. My gaze slides over him, from carved pecs to ridged abs to the thick but neat dark hair above his cock. His beautiful, thick, long cock with its perfectly ridged crown and pulsing veins. He moves back between my legs, on his knees, his thigh muscles solid and bunched.
I touch him, licking my lips, which makes his eyes flare hot. Curling my fingers around his shaft, I stroke him, once, twice, reveling in the heat and virility beneath my hand. “So beautiful,” I whisper. I want to taste him. Suck him. But my pussy is pulsing and aching with need. I need him to fuck me.
I open the package and carefully roll the condom on. His jaw is clenched when I look up at him. I smile. “You okay, Morrissette?”
His lips twitch. “I won’t be for long if you keep touching me like that.”
I brush my fingers over his taut balls, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He nudges my thighs farther apart with his knees and I drop my arms, lie back, and gaze up at him. His face is tight, his eyes blazing. His body is an inverted V against the faint filtering through the blinds on my window, broad shoulders, narrow hips. I want to touch him everywhere. I feel overwhelmed with the need swelling inside me, as if I can never get enough of him.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps. He trails a finger between my breasts. “Perfect. Sweet.” And he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
A jolt of sensation shoots through me. My back arches and a cry falls from my lips.
He tugs and licks and nips the sensitive tip, covering my other tit with his hand, squeezing then plucking that nipple. I’m a whore for breast play, my nipples so sensitive, and having both of them toyed with at the same time sends aching pulls of longing to my womb.
He shifts his mouth to my other breast, pinches the wet nipple as he sucks the other and I’m on sensory overload. My inner muscles clamp down hard with desire, my clit pulsing.
“Oh God!” I cry. “That’s so good…” I make some unintelligible noises as he plays with me for long, stretched out moments until I’m throbbing with sweet, mindless, desperate need. “I need you…inside me…please.”
“Mmm.” He kisses his way down my stomach, nuzzles the triangle of dark hair on my mound, then pushes my thighs apart with his big hands to study me. “You’re ready.”
“Oh my God, I’m beyond ready! I’m dying.”
He laughs softly, parting me with his thumbs. “Oh yeah. You’re ready. Look how wet and swollen you are. Gorgeous.”
His words only inflame me more.
When he lowers his head and licks me, I nearly shoot up off the bed. I grab his head and hold on. “Hunter…”
“Mmm. So sweet.” His hands hold my hips as he licks more, probes with his tongue, then slides it over my clit.
“Aaaaah!”
He teases and tastes and tongues me until I’m vibrating. I feel my orgasm hovering on the edges, but I need more…