Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
My hands were drawn to him like magnets outside of my control, and when I realized he hadn’t pulled away from my touch, I began to wonder if it was possible he’d let me do more than touch him. I wanted his lips on mine and his naked skin bared to me.
I wanted to get as deep inside of him, or him inside of me, as he’d let me. As soon as I’d suggested he could make it up to me, Hunter’s eyes had widened, and his pupils had expanded.
“You…” He began hesitantly. “You want to…”
I let out a soft laugh before closing the distance between us and finally, finally getting my mouth on him again. The interrupted kiss in the barn earlier today seemed like it had been years ago, and I planned on making up for lost time now.
Hunter let out a guttural sound before surging forward and clasping the back of my head with his large hand, overwhelming me with the scrape of his beard against my face and the scent of…
“Have you been cleaning?” I said, pulling back with a grin. “You smell like bleach spray.”
“Shut up,” he said through a laugh. “Don’t worry about it.”
This time, he was the one who pounced. Hunter pushed me back onto the sofa and straddled me, returning to the kiss and to the firm hold he had on my head. I wrapped my arms around him and found the hem of his shirt before sliding my hands underneath it and up onto his bare back. The warmth of his skin was addictive, and my fingertips ached to memorize every plane. His tongue tasted faintly of oranges, and the nip of his teeth on my lips promised a partner who wasn’t afraid to dominate.
Everything about Hunter fired me up. I wanted to both fuck him straightaway and take my time with him, slowing down to enjoy every moment of exploration.
I moved my hands down into the back of his pajama pants and felt the bare globes of his thick ass. A hungry groan escaped my throat. “God, I want you,” I grumbled, squeezing his ass before teasing his crack with a finger. Just the idea of fucking him was making my dick throb. I couldn’t imagine the orgasm I’d have from actually doing it. “Tell me you’re up for it.”
Hunter nodded and made an inarticulate sound of agreement. It was all I needed. I grabbed him under the ass and stood up from the sofa.
“Fuck, put me down! I’m too heavy,” he cried.
“Have a little faith. I told you I could lift more than paperweights,” I said with a wink, turning toward the door that presumably led to his bedroom. “Which way to your bed?”
He clung to me with his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as I bumbled my way to his bedroom. When I saw the king-size bed in the center of the room, I dropped him on it and began stripping off my clothes.
“Get naked,” I said, giving him a look that hopefully implied urgency. Because it was definitely an urgent situation.
Hunter scrambled to remove his pajamas and tee while I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my jeans. My eyes stayed glued on him as he revealed glorious swaths of bare skin, muscled and still sun-browned from working outside.
“Fuck, you’re a picture,” I said, hearing the Tennessee slide into my voice the way it did in times of heightened emotion.
“And you,” he said, nodding at me. “I take back everything I ever said about Peloton.”
His teasing grin and bright eyes made my heart trip over itself. In another life, I could want more with him, much more, but in this life, I lived in Chicago and he lived in the Thicket. In this life, all we could have was this one night of hot sex… and I knew it would be hot because it already was. Even before touching him, Hunter made me feel like my orgasm was only a heartbeat away.
My eyes roved over him, landing on his hard cock standing proud from its nest of dark curls. He stroked it slowly while inspecting me the same way.
I stalked closer to him and crawled onto the bed before leaning over to kiss him again. As much as I wanted his dick and his ass, for some reason, kissing him was really doing it for me too.
His hands moved across my shoulders and back while we kissed, and after straddling him, I pressed my hard cock against his. Both of us groaned through the kiss as our hips naturally found a rhythm that felt incredible.
I reached down to take us both in hand, reveling in the warm length of him sliding against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmured against his lips before moving my mouth down to feast on his neck.