Misplaced Princess (Foreign Affairs, Book One)

by Couper, Lexxie

  Hunter pulled her into his room and shut the door. He pressed her against it, his body so close, the chill she’d felt since leaving the shower disappeared completely.

  “You may have come here for Dylan, Annie, but if you leave, it’ll be as my girl.”

  Too many words resonated in her brain.

  If you leave.

  My girl.

  She wasn’t sure how to respond, but it didn’t matter. Hunter clearly wasn’t expecting an answer.

  He backed off, his gaze dropping to the towel she was still clutching around her. “You’re wet.”

  She nodded stupidly, afraid to speak, to break the spell. Hunter wanted her. His reservations had disappeared, replaced by sheer, unadulterated lust…and need.

  He lightly pulled her hands away from the towel where she held it in place, then gripped the cotton and dragged it from her body.

  She forgot to breathe as the soft material stroked her damp skin in its retreat. Then Hunter had the towel hanging loose in his grip as she stood naked before him. He’d seen her in various states of undress over the past few days, but never like this, never totally nude in a well-lit room, standing in front of him. Her nakedness was made more thrilling by the fact he was still fully dressed.

  She was on fire. How could he make her feel this way so quickly?

  “You’re stunning,” he whispered.

  She felt the flush creep to her cheeks, but it wasn’t humiliation fueling the fire. It was nothing short of all-out, balls-to-the-wall need. “I want you. So badly.”

  His gaze snapped to hers as she spoke. “Jesus, Annie. I want to do this right, but I think I could come just from looking at you.”

  She smiled. “Seems to me like we have all day…and night.”

  Hunter growled. An honest-to-God growl. Her body responded as if she were a bitch in heat. Her nipples pebbled and her pussy grew even wetter. “Every night. Every night you’re here, I want you in my bed.”

  Once again his words reminded her that this visit was only temporary. She was setting herself up for the heartbreak of the century. Hunter lifted the towel and slowly used it to wipe away the drops of water on her overheated skin. Fuck it. She was tired of measuring each move, watching her step out of fear. She wanted Hunter. She’d deal with the rest later.

  Each rub of the towel made her breath catch, her heart race, her pussy clench with desire.

  She went lightheaded when he dropped to his knees, continuing his gentle caresses over her hips, down her legs, even paying attention to her feet. When he started back up, the towel stroking the inside of her legs, she parted them, willing him to come closer.

  He stopped when he reached the juncture of her thighs. Looking down, she caught his wicked smile. He dropped the towel, his fingers lightly touching her opening. “You’re staying wet here. All day if I can manage it.”

  She thrilled at his dirty talk. “All night too?” Her tone was infused with a dare, but also hope.

  He chuckled. “I’ll do my best, love.” He leaned closer and slowly swiped his tongue along her slit. She shivered, her head falling against the door. Hunter pushed her legs farther apart, his tongue stroking her clit, the opening to her pussy. When he lifted one of her legs, placing her knee on his shoulder so he could reach even deeper, she closed her eyes and tried to fight off her orgasm.

  Her palms flattened against the door as Hunter nipped at her clit, his teeth producing a sharp, pleasurable sting that he quickly soothed with a soft kiss. For several minutes, he teased her flesh with tiny pains and delicate strokes, every move he made driving her closer to that gorgeous crossroads of lust and insanity.

  When he thrust his tongue inside her, she was a goner. She fisted her hands in his hair and cried out his name. Hunter responded—not with words, but actions. His tongue went deeper, faster. She loved it, but knew she wanted so much more. She wouldn’t rest until it was his cock driving her to madness.

  Hunter gripped her ass, squeezing the globes tightly, using them as leverage to hold her pussy to his questing tongue. When his fingers slipped deeper into the crack, the tip of one digit grazing her anus, she exploded. Her body quivered as tiny electrical sparks flashed inside her. Holy mother. Everything he did felt so fucking good.

  When Annie’s wits returned, she found herself on her back in the middle of Hunter’s bed. He stood watching her, slowly removing his clothes. She wanted to help, wanted to participate in baring his body, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. She felt as weak as a newborn kitten.

  Hunter didn’t seem to mind. His dimples appeared at her soft intake of breath as he pulled off his shirt and his jeans. She’d discovered in the shed that her Aussie cowboy went commando. She’d touched his cock, held it in her mouth, but even after all that, the image of it as he stood before her now took her breath away. Her pussy clenched as she imagined him pushing all that thickness inside her.

  Once he was naked and she’d looked her fill, she lifted her hand, inviting him to join her on the bed.

  Hunter crawled onto the mattress, not stopping until he straddled her legs, hovering above her. She was a captured animal to his steely cage. She never wanted to be set free.

  Hunter slowly lowered his body. While he supported most of his own weight with his arms, he made certain they were connected, skin to skin, from chest to toes.

  Then he kissed her.

  The way Hunter kissed could be declared a freaking Olympic event. He took the melding of lips and tongues and teeth and turned it into something truly inspirational.

  Unable to resist, Annie ran her fingers through his dark honey-blond hair. Hunter cupped her cheek with one hand and she swooned a bit. She loved the way his large hand cradled her face, making her feel cherished, special.

  Soon, kissing gave way to more touching as she lightly scratched Hunter’s muscular back, letting him feel the sting of her nails. He fielded her hit and lobbed one of his own, bending his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, increasing the pressure until she squealed.

  He offered no reprieve. Instead, he turned his head and issued the same sweet torture to her other breast.

  She lifted her legs and locked them tightly around his waist. His cock nestled near the opening to her body, pressed lengthwise along her slit. He was hot and hard and she was so, so ready.

  Hunter continued to play with her breasts, alternating sucks, licks and bites until she was squirming mindlessly beneath him.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Hunter didn’t respond, didn’t appear to have heard.

  She repeated her plea louder, then louder again. Hunter ignored her. She threw her head against the pillow in frustration. “God, Hunter! Please,” she yelled.

  He lifted his head and waited until she looked at him. “You can beg all you want, love, but I promised you all day. I don’t make promises lightly.”

  “But it hurts!”

  Hunter frowned, concern covering his handsome features. How was it fair to women everywhere to have this perfectly formed man walking around loose? “Bad hurt?” he asked.

  “Horny hurt.”

  Hunter chuckled. It was the wrong response, given her state. She punched his shoulder, his arm. Striking against her stockman was as effective as trying to knock down a skyscraper with a pillow.

  “Want to play rough?” She heard the teasing note in his voice—just before he tickled her.

  She was extremely ticklish. She wiggled, trying desperately to escape his wicked fingers as she laughed uncontrollably. “Stop!” Her request came between giggles that simply dared Hunter to up his game. She twisted to her stomach, trying to crawl away from him.

  “Hey,” he protested, covering her back with his chest, using his weight to pin her beneath him. His breath was hot against her ear, his lips touching the back of her neck. “No escape.” If he meant his words as a threat, he’d missed the mark. Once again he’d trapped her and she didn’t give a shit.

  “You remind me of a brumby we owned once.�
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  “What’s a brumby?” she asked.

  “A horse. Willful, untamed. Glorious. Like you. It took a bit of doing, but I finally managed to control her.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “How?”

  Hunter’s gaze darkened with unsuppressed lust. “I tied her up.”

  Annie shivered and Hunter cursed.

  “Fuck, Annie. It’s our first time together. I want to make love to you. Treat you sweet, like you deserve. Now you’ve got me thinking about stuff…”

  “What stuff?”

  He shook his head. Hunter was a gentleman. Of that, she had no doubt. She also recognized the wilder side hidden beneath the surface. She’d spent years in a vanilla world, accepting missionary position as her fate, never finding a man who’d earned her trust the way Hunter had.

  But there was a difference between acceptance and defeat. Deep within, she’d never let go of the hope she’d find a man who would let her explore her sexual boundaries. Her heart told her Hunter was that man.

  “Would you tie me up?”

  Hunter closed his eyes, but his stuttered breathing prompted her to keep pushing.

  “Would you take me over your knee and spank me?”

  “Bloody hell. Don’t do this, love. I’m barely holding on as it is.”

  She pushed her ass against his thick cock, shoving it deeper within the crack. “What if I asked for those things? Would you give them to me?”

  Silence was her answer. Annie counted ten heartbeats and then Hunter’s patience broke. He rose from the bed and panic besieged her. Had she read him completely wrong? Disgusted him with her secret wants?

  She started to lift up, but Hunter halted her. “Don’t.” His voice was deep, strong. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  While he didn’t add a threat to his command, his tone certainly implied there would be a punishment. Annie sank onto her stomach and looked over her shoulder in time to see Hunter returning to the bed with a tie.

  “Didn’t picture you as the dress-up type.” Was that sultry voice really coming from her?

  Hunter didn’t respond. Instead, he knelt next to her on the mattress. “Put your hands above your head.”

  Annie complied as Hunter quickly and efficiently tied her wrists together before binding them to the headboard. Oh yeah. There were definite advantages to hooking up with a cowboy. She didn’t have more than a second to test the bondage and realize she was well and truly stuck before he issued his next command.

  “Get on your knees. Arse in the air.”

  Annie assumed the position quickly. The flames Hunter lit inside her exploded into an inferno as she found herself in the midst of one of her favorite fantasies. Truth wasn’t just stranger than fiction. It was fucking better too. Way better.

  Hunter pushed her knees apart and claimed the spot between her legs. She flushed when she realized the bird’s-eye view he was getting of all her girlie bits. He gripped her ass cheeks, separating them, opening her even more to his perusal.

  She may be a liberated, independent woman, but she couldn’t deny how much she loved being under Hunter’s control in bed. His hands tightened on her flesh. She wriggled with need.

  “Shhh,” he whispered. “You’re so wet, Annie. Your thighs are shiny, slick.” To prove his words true, he ran his fingers through her juices. She shivered. Everything he said and did drove her closer to an edge she’d never reached before.

  She wanted so much from him, her voice failed her. What would she ask for? His fingers? His mouth? His cock? She wanted it all.

  Hunter made the decision for her as he pressed two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting lightly at first, then building speed. She trembled, recalling the strength of her orgasm in the hay. Hunter had taken her there with just those magic fingers of his.

  Her hands fisted, the sensation of the ties at her wrists ramping her arousal even more.

  Somewhere along the line, he’d added a third finger, stretching her even tighter. She knew the snugness she felt now wouldn’t even compare to how taut she’d be when he filled her with his cock. Her hips answered his hand, each entrance met with more pressure as she pushed against him. She’d nearly reached the pinnacle when Hunter retreated.

  She groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t answer. His fingers touched her ass again and she sighed with relief. He was coming back…

  Only he didn’t. Not exactly. His wet fingers didn’t take her pussy. Instead, he used her body’s moisture somewhere else. The tip of his finger grazed her anus. When he’d touched her there earlier, she’d been shocked by the impulses it fired inside her.

  “Hunter?”

  “Just exploring, Annie. For now. I told you before. You make me want too many things. Not all of them are going to be nice or easy. Have you ever—”

  “No,” she answered quickly. As soon as the word flew from her mouth, she regretted it, curious now about what he’d wanted to ask. Had she ever what? Had a finger there? A cock? A toy? It didn’t matter. The answer to all of the above was still no. But now she was left wondering where his thoughts were taking him.

  Hunter bent over her back and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. The sweet gesture was in direct contrast to his next words.

  “I’m going to fill that pretty arse of yours with lube and fuck it.”

  She swallowed heavily.

  “Would you let me do that, Annie?”

  She nodded, her throat too clogged to speak.

  He kissed her again. “God, I love you.”

  The words had come easily, blending in with the moment as Hunter returned to kneeling between her legs. She wasn’t even sure he knew what he’d said, but that didn’t stop the words from shaking Annie to the core.

  The sound of a condom wrapper crinkling distracted her. Then she felt the head of Hunter’s cock as it pressed into her pussy. She’d been right. His fingers hadn’t even begun to stretch her as much as his huge erection was. She hissed, breathing through her mouth as she tried to assimilate her body to his gorgeous invasion.

  Hunter sensed her discomfort, slowing his entrance. His fingers drifted around her waist, playing with her clit until more moisture filled her pussy, allowing him to burrow deeper. He played her body to perfection, using his touches on her clit, his sweet words, his soft kisses along her spine to turn her to pure, molten jelly. Once he’d lodged himself fully inside her, he stopped moving.

  “Okay?”

  She nodded. Then shook her head. Tears sprang to her eyes. She tried to hide them but Hunter was too observant.

  “Hey.” He leaned over her body. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I just…”

  What the hell could she say? She’d just realized she’d fallen head over heels in love with him. Not a crush or infatuation. Not mild attraction or lust. She was fucking heart-thumping, sweaty palms, pulsing cunt in love with Hunter Sullivan. A stockman from Australia. What the fuck was she supposed to do with that?

  Rather than speak what was in her heart, she lied. Sort of.

  “You feel so good inside me. Would you…I mean, could you fuck me hard? Really hard?”

  In her fantasies, she’d dreamed of being tied down, taken from behind. He’d brought her this far. There was no going back now. She needed him. Wanted him. She’d take her shattered heart back to New York and count the pain well worth it if only he’d finish what they’d started.

  Hunter pushed back to his knees and took her farther than she’d ever dared to go in her dreams. Each pounding entry shook her frame, each sliding retreat an agony as she waited for his return. He thrust inside her harder and deeper, the pressure building until she screamed her release.

  He didn’t stop, didn’t offer a reprieve. He pummeled faster, hitting places that had never known the touch of a man. Her second orgasm came quicker, rattling her bones, causing her teeth to chatter.

  Hunter froze as she came. He hadn’t shared her release. While her hazy brain knew he’d held back, she couldn’t formula
te the question to ask why.

  She collapsed to her stomach, the motion pulling her away from Hunter’s still-hard cock. Reaching up, he released her hands from the tie, helping her pull them down to her sides. He gently massaged her shoulders and she groaned as he eased the muscles until the pins and needles prickling in her hands subsided.

  He slowly turned her onto her back. She cupped his dear, beloved cheek and smiled.

  “Was it everything you wanted?” he asked.

  “And more,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. Thank God his mother had gone away. Otherwise she would have beat down the door, thinking Annie was being murdered.

  “My turn.” He nudged her legs apart once more. “My way.”

  She remembered his desire to make love to her. He slowly pushed his cock back into her body. Once he was seated to the hilt, he kissed her. Deep, drugging, soul-stealing kisses.

  Her subconscious mind had convinced her to ask for the dirty fantasy. Had she really thought the request for rough sex would protect her from this? She’d thought the bondage, the hard claiming would keep her heart safe. She’d been a fool.

  Hunter could have insisted on complete celibacy and she’d still be right here. Looking into the bright green eyes of the only man she’d ever loved.

  He must have noticed something change in her face. What did he see? Sadness, fear, excitement, joy? They were all there.

  He gave her one more quick kiss. “It’ll be all right, Annie.”

  The words soaked into her skin like a balm. She nodded. Then she gave herself up to his embrace, the moment, as he slowly made love to her.

  When her climax came again, Hunter was with her. And when he pulled her into his arms, spooning her as they drifted off to nap, it was his last words that granted her peace.

  It’ll be all right.

  Chapter Eight

  Annie sat behind the wheel of Hunter’s ute. She’d parked at the edge of the landing pad as Hunter expertly brought the helicopter to rest in the field.

  Dylan was home.

  He’d called out of the blue twenty-four hours earlier to say he was coming back to Farpoint. Annie wasn’t sure what had happened between him and Monet, but his hasty return indicated it hadn’t ended well.