“True, true. Are you saying you want to play blackjack again? Try to keep up our winning streak?”
He smiles softly in the mirror. “Yes, our winning streak.”
The way he says our makes it sound like the word delights him. And that sends a thrill down my spine.
Too bad this’ll all end in a day.
Ugh. The thought of it curls my stomach. Fuck, I’m going to miss him. I heave a sigh as I shave.
“You okay?” he asks, too observant.
“I’m good,” I say quickly.
He arches a skeptical brow in the mirror. “Lesson one. Patent honesty,” he says, then finishes shaving, washing the foam off.
I keep shaving, but I don’t answer since I’m not sure what to say.
He shifts to my side, touches the corner of my jaw. I shiver. God, his touch undoes me. “Want me to help?”
“Yes,” I say, swallowing roughly.
He takes my razor, then carefully slides it over the spot I missed. I watch him in the mirror. His expression is etched in concentration. When he finishes, he leans in, presses a soft, barely-there kiss to my skin.
My stomach flips. Just flips for him. Then dives off the deep end when he grabs a washcloth, wets it, dabs at me. “There,” he whispers.
I splash some water on my face, then dry off. When I’m done, Hunter slides his hands down my arms, murmuring as he goes. I drop my head, savoring his touch.
“Like I was saying, let’s go back to lesson one,” he whispers.
But I can barely remember my name when he touches me. “What about it?”
“Be honest. When I asked if you’re okay, you did that thing where you shut down.” He whisks his lips over my biceps.
Jesus. I don’t think I can last. “I was thinking I’d miss this after tomorrow,” I admit. I want to say miss you, but this is close enough.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, his lips traveling over my shoulder as he breaks me down with his touch. “Same here.”
My heart jumps. But I don’t have time to linger on the way I feel when his hand darts over to my abs, and he traces my stomach. I try to catch my breath as sensations rush through me, but getting a handle on my racing pulse is futile when Hunter cups my jaw and turns my face toward him.
My British lover captures my lips with his and kisses me. Slow and indulgent. Then, he slides the tip of his tongue inside, opening my mouth. A sigh coasts across my lips as he takes his time mapping my mouth with his, running his other hand down my back to the top of my towel.
He doesn’t change the pace of the kiss, though. Even as his hands tease at the towel, he’s still lingering.
Luxurious.
His kisses are a morning drug. My head goes hazy, and I feel dizzy. He takes more sips from my mouth, making the sexiest sounds as he goes.
I’m lightheaded. A little drunk on him. Or maybe a lot.
Especially when he breaks the kiss, then tugs at my towel, letting it fall on the tiles. He takes a step back, his cheeks flushed. His eyes take a filthy tour of my body, and he shakes his head in admiration.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, then he’s right back on me, coming at me from behind, pressing his chest to my back, his hard cock pressing against my ass cheek.
“Fuck yes,” I mutter, rocking against him instantly.
He laughs, then his hands travel down my sides, and he squeezes and kneads my ass. His groan is filthy. “Nate,” he rasps.
“Yeah?” I sound as turned on as he does.
“I’ve wanted your arse since I met you,” he says, all silky and smooth in my ear.
“Have me.” I angle my ass, letting him know I’m his for the taking.
His hands squeeze me. “Your arse is like a giant muscle,” he says.
I laugh. “Thanks, babe.”
Another knead. “Seriously. You have the most perfect arse I’ve ever seen or touched.”
Not gonna lie—pride suffuses me. I work out hard for my job. But it’s nice to be admired in the bedroom. Appreciated.
“Feel free to keep touching me and saying arse. It is the sexiest thing,” I tell him, moving with his hands, our bodies already in synch.
He drops his face to my neck as he squeezes my flesh. “I want to fuck this arse,” he murmurs.
Yup.
Even sexier somehow.
Bone-melting has been achieved, and he’s not even inside me. Sex with him is going to be fucking outstanding. My dick knows it too, hard and heavy, begging for his touch.
“Do it,” I demand.
“But,” he says, sliding his mouth along my collarbone to my shoulder, “I want to taste you first.”
It’s official.
I’ve become nothing but flames.
“Yes, please.”
Hunter drops his towel on the floor behind me. My hands clutch the edge of the sink, and I crane my neck, watching him as he kneels on the towel. Then spreads me open.
I shudder, my breath staggering past my lips as I stare unabashedly at the man.
Hunter groans as he presses a hot kiss to the top of my crack. I groan too. Then, I’m breathing out hard as he licks a path straight down to my hole, flicking the tip of his tongue against me.
I practically jump out of my skin. It feels so fucking good. “Yes, babe,” I grunt, already wildly turned on.
Hunter murmurs as he squeezes my cheeks, licking a delicious, tantalizing circle. A dark, forbidden pleasure whips through my body.
I want to close my eyes and sink into the overwhelming sensations, but I want to stare at this man, too, on his knees, worshiping my ass with his tongue.
His eyes are closed, and his expression is utterly enrapt. I feel out of this world as he presses a hot, hungry kiss to my hole, then lets out a loud groan. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, sounding lost in a haze.
Like I feel as I slide deeper into the dirty feelings curling through my body, and the intensity of the pleasure scrambling my brain.
I lift my ass higher, settle my face onto my forearms, and I just . . . surrender to every single, delicious second of his tongue lavishing attention on me. His fingers squeeze my flesh, his lips consuming me. My dick twitches, leaking. Drops of liquid arousal form at the tip.
“Fuck, babe. I’m so turned on.” I grunt as I reach my hand down to squeeze my dick. “Feel me.”
After a pointed flick of his tongue, he snakes a hand between my thighs, bats mine away, then growls mine. He slides his fist down my cock, rubbing his thumb over the crown.
Then, with a filthy grunt, he pulls his face back from my ass. “I think I’ll use this,” he says, then rubs his thumb over my rim, coating me with my own desire.
My shoulders shudder. “Yes, babe. Yes.”
Then he returns to me, burying his face in my ass, licking me with a kind of frenzied abandon till I’m aching, dripping.
Ready.
“Hunter,” I beg. “Fuck me now.”
He grips my cheeks hard, stops the erotic assault. “With my tongue or my cock?”
My brain short-circuits, and I have no time to answer him because he plunges his tongue inside me, flicking and fucking, and driving me out of my mind, all while stroking my dick.
But he never strokes too hard or too tight. His touch is teasing enough that he knows I won’t crash over the edge. I’ll need more. I’ll need all of him.
And I want it all, so I edge away from the hot tease of his tongue, turn around, and stare at the man on his knees. It takes all my willpower to pull away, but I want him inside me more than anything else in the world. I grab the lube from the counter. “I’ll be on the bed. I’ll be ready in thirty seconds. You better be ready too. I want fucking and kissing.”