I nod, feeling needy and more than a little stupid.
He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. “But that’s no excuse for being distracted and out of sorts when I talk to my wife.”
“It’s actually a pretty good excuse,” I tell him. “And to be honest, Nikki tried to warn me.”
He frowns. “Warn you?”
“That your response to my coming might not be all hugs and puppies. Because of all the work, I mean.”
He shakes his head. “Never. I love that you came, and I love the way you did it. Best extra-marital seduction inside a marriage that I’ve ever experienced.”
At that, we both laugh.
“Mostly, I love you, Jamie Archer.”
“Jamie Archer Hunter,” I correct.
“And thank God for that,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “So, so much.”
He pulls me close and kisses me, sweet and tender, as if sealing the vow between us all over again.
But when we pull apart, it’s not sweetness I’m thinking about. “You know what else I’d love?”
“Knowing my wife, I could probably guess. But why don’t you tell me?”
“What you promised before. Stripping me bare. Tying me to the bed. Fucking me senseless. I think that sounds just about perfect.”
“Do you?”
I nod, and even though I’m not remotely shy with Ryan, I feel my cheeks warm as he slowly circles me, like a panther stalking its prey.
“Tell me why.”
I swallow. That’s the downside of being married to someone who truly understands me. The downside of him being Hunter. My Hunter. He’s the man who tamed me, after all. The man who already knows the answer. He just wants me to say it out loud.
“Because I still feel raw,” I admit. “Because as much as I believe that it’s all about work, I can’t stand feeling distant. It drives me nuts. I need to feel our connection. I need you inside me, Hunter. I want you to fuck me so hard that it feels like we’re one person. I want to get so lost in each other that we have to fight our way back to reality.”
For a moment, he says nothing, and I’m actually afraid I pushed too far. Then he says, “Take off your clothes.”
He’s behind me as he speaks, and I start to turn.
“No,” he says. “Do as I say.”
I bite my lip, my pulse racing. “You said you were going to strip me.”
His fingers slide through my hair, and then he tightens his grip, tugging my head back with such force it’s almost painful. “Arguing, Kitten?” His voice is low and sexy. Commanding. My body responds immediately, and I breathe out an excited little whimper.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.”
“No.” I have to force the word out past dry lips. I’m lost again, my nipples tight and my core aching. My body is a slave to this man, and I fucking love it.
“No, what?”
“No, Sir. I’m not arguing.” I glance around. We’re higher than any other building nearby, and the world is like a film running below us. There are no balconies on this side of the tower—only three on the building as a whole—and there’s something wonderfully titillating about being naked under the night sky even while being so high I can practically touch those stars.
“Not as far to go, is there?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“When you make me explode. When you take me to the stars and back like you do every single time we make love.” I look up at the night sky. “Not as far to travel.”
He chuckles. “A fair point. Maybe tonight I should take you all the way to another galaxy.”
“Yes, please.”
“But only if you do as I say.” He comes around to face me, then steps back and slides his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. “Take off your clothes.”
I reach back and unzip the dress, then pull the bodice down, baring my breasts just as he had in the elevator. I hold it there for a moment, then shimmy, letting the material slither over my hips to pool around my feet.
My eyes never leave Ryan’s as I take a single step forward. Now I’m outside the circle of red silk, clad only in my four-inch heels. Ryan, of course, still has my panties in his pocket.
I drag my teeth over my lower lip and wait for instructions, but he says nothing. I take that as a command to continue and start to bend over to unfasten my sandals.
“No,” he says, and I look up to see him stroking the bulge of his erection. “Leave them on.”
I tilt my head to the side, my eyes glued to the rhythmic motion of his hand. “Do you want me to take over?”
“No,” he says, and I almost laugh. Apparently, no is his word for the night.
He unfastens the top button of his trousers, then unzips his fly. He takes his cock out and strokes it, already thick and hard, the tip slick with pre-come. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to drop to my knees and take him deep in my throat.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, and I eagerly comply, relishing the sensation of the air on my wet, overheated sex.
He takes a seat on the sofa, his hand still moving rhythmically up and down on flesh I want to touch. To taste.
“Finger your pussy,” Hunter orders.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. Because even though it’s Hunter’s touch I crave, at the same time I can’t deny that the thought of masturbating while he watches turns me on. I start with my hands on my breasts. I pinch my own nipples, then cry out as a trill of electricity shoots from my breasts to my cunt.
“Oh, Christ, baby.” The rhythm of his hand on his cock intensifies. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
I don’t answer. Just slide my palm down my abdomen, lower and lower until my fingers cup my swollen flesh, teasing my sensitive clit. “Do you know how wet I am?”
His eyes meet mine, hot and hard. “Let me taste you.”
I almost come right then, just from those words. And my nipples tighten in response as I slide my two middle fingers deep into my core. I close my eyes, my body trembling. My knees going weak. And then I ease my fingers out and take a step toward him.
I raise my hand as if offering him a taste, then draw back before he has a chance and lick my fingers. I keep my focus on Hunter and watch with satisfaction as the muscle in his cheek twitches. I look down, and I swear that his cock has gone even stiffer.
“If you want a taste,” I say, “you’ll have to lick something other than my fingers.”
“Kitten, you know you’re gunning for serious punishment, right?”
I tilt my head and smile as I slide one hand over my ass cheek, pouting a little. “Well, after all, Hunter. Don’t you think I deserve it?”
Chapter Three
“Teasing me, Kitten?” There’s heat and humor in his eyes, but it’s his ruthless smile that sends shivers of anticipation coursing down my spine.
He’s still seated, but now he rises. He zips his trousers, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the very impressive bulge. He notices, of course, and shakes his head. “You want it? Baby, you have to earn it.”
“Oh.” The word is little more than breath. I’m so ridiculously turned on—from his voice, from his attitude, from my own anticipation—that I can barely think. We’re always good together, but it’s moments like this—when he takes complete charge—that I truly understand how good he is for me. I’ve always been wild, and God knows I’ve always done what the hell I wanted, when I wanted. With Ryan, I’m doing exactly what I want—and at the same time, it is total and complete surrender. And the only reason it works is because I trust him. With my body. With my life. With my heart.