by Kayla Perrin
“Why aren’t you kissing me?” she whispered, being uncharacteristically bold.
“Because I like looking at you. I love your bright eyes. And your lips.” He ran a finger along her bottom lip. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Lorraine drew in a deep breath, then bit down on her bottom lip after Hunter lifted his finger. He was saying all the right things.
“And I like that, too,” he whispered. “The way you bite your lip like that when you want me to kiss you.”
Did she? “I don’t do that.”
“You did it a lot that first night.”
Her body flushed. She wasn’t sure she could handle any more of this verbal foreplay. She was dying for him to kiss her, touch her, take her clothes off and give her another incredible night.
Finally, Hunter edged his face toward hers, slowly—drawing out the tension even more. When Lorraine mewled softly in protest, his lips pulled into a grin. He was enjoying this!
“Hunter...” she pleaded.
“I know, baby.” And then his arms tightened around her, and finally his lips came down on hers, and goodness, the electrical charge that hit her body was intense. She drew in a gasp even as he kissed her. And then she gripped his shoulders, hanging on to him as if he were a lifeline as his lips moved over hers slowly and oh so hotly. She opened her mouth, giving him more access, and his tongue instantly swept across hers.
Hunter slipped his hands beneath her shirt, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was caught in a storm of passion that was raging with the power of a tornado. Their mouths were mating hungrily, his hands splaying over her back and moving up and down and pressing her body against his hard chest. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as dizzying sensations made her light-headed with desire. She was breathing heavily, her body wildly alive. She hadn’t felt this good since...
Since the last time she’d been in his arms.
Hunter broke the kiss and gazed at her. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered hotly.
“Don’t stop,” Lorraine begged. She snaked her arm around the back of Hunter’s head and pulled it down, forcing their lips to meet again. She didn’t want his lips to leave hers. Not now, not ever.
It was an irrational thought, of course, and yet everything about him touching her made her feel right. Made her feel amazing. She didn’t want it to end.
He ground out a sound of passion, and it turned her on even more. Made her feel as though she had the power of his pleasure in her hands. Slipping his hands around to the front of her body, he suckled her bottom lip. Lorraine whimpered with pleasure.
“Yes,” Hunter rasped in response to her wanton passion. He eased his body away from hers, and Lorraine moaned in protest. She didn’t want him to stop touching her. “Don’t you worry, baby,” he told her, grinning down at her with the sexiest expression she’d ever seen.
He smoothed his hands over her belly, crisscrossing them back and forth. Lorraine swallowed. Then he undid the clasp on her jeans. The way he was looking at her with an intense, unwavering gaze stoked her inner fire. His eyes were as electrifying as his touch.
He pulled at the jeans, and she lifted her hips to make it easier for him to pull them off her legs. He took his time, as though removing her pants was an art form. He dropped the jeans onto the floor, then took one of her legs in his hands. He kissed the side of her calf, letting his lips linger. His mouth sent tingles of pleasure shooting along her skin.
Lorraine’s breathing became shallow. Hunter kissed a path up her leg, trilling her belly with the tips of his fingers as he did. Then his hand went higher, covering her breast. Just one stroke over her nipple and it hardened against the lacy material of her bra.
Hunter moved his head from her inner thigh to her stomach, where his hand had recently been. He kissed her skin softly, then dipped his tongue into her belly button.
Lorraine arched her back and moaned.
“Baby,” Hunter rasped. He slipped his fingers into the sides of her underwear and slowly pulled it down over her legs.
Lorraine’s breathing came in short gasps. Here she was, lying on the sofa, her body almost fully exposed. The lights were dim, but still bright enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Unlike their first night together, when they’d made love in the darkness. She was far more vulnerable like this, and yet the way Hunter was looking at her, with unbridled passion and appreciation, made her feel more powerful than vulnerable.
He went onto his knees on the floor beside the sofa, then ran a hand along her leg. “Perfect legs,” he said. His eyes narrowed on her womanhood, the part of her body where she most craved his touch. “Perfect...mmm.” He moved his hand up her thigh and over her stomach, then beneath her loose shirt. He tweaked one nipple, then the other. Lorraine’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Turn over for me, baby,” Hunter whispered.
Lorraine turned onto her stomach, and Hunter first smoothed his hands over her behind, then up her back. When he reached her bra, he undid the clasp. And then his lips, soft and tantalizing, were kissing the skin that had just been exposed.
Lorraine’s skin was tingling, her pulse pounding. “You’re killing me,” she said.
“No, I’m teasing you.” He slipped a hand beneath her body and pulled her toward him, turning her as he did. He positioned her so that she was sitting on the sofa in front of him. “Raise your arms.”
She did as instructed, and Hunter lifted her shirt off her body. Then he dragged her bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms.
“I just want to look at you,” Hunter uttered, his eyes roaming over her breasts like a warm caress. “It made me crazy when I got up and you were gone. I wanted more of you.” Placing his hands on her thighs, he leaned forward to softly kiss her lips. “Of this.”
Lorraine was fully naked, completely vulnerable and totally turned on.
Gently, Hunter guided her legs apart. Easing backward, his eyes greedily took in the sight of her breasts, then went lower, to her center. With a hand, he followed the route his eyes had taken. Lorraine gasped in pleasure when he fondled her most sweet spot. His fingers on her moist skin had her blood rushing faster.
“Oh, Hunter...” Lorraine arched her back as a delicious onslaught of sensations attacked her body. He slipped his finger inside her, and when Lorraine moaned, Hunter growled. Then he brought his mouth down on to her nipple and suckled her. The dual sensations of his fingers and his mouth had heat spiraling through her body in delicious waves.
He sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth, and Lorraine’s limbs grew weak. She dug her hands into Hunter’s shoulders and hung on.
He moved his mouth to her other breast and ran his tongue slowly around her areola. Round and round, until Lorraine was panting, her body on sensory overload.
“Lie back,” he told her, pressing his palm between her breast bone and urging her backward. He kissed a path down her belly, and kept going lower. Lorraine sucked in a breath in anticipation and held it. And then his tongue began to tease her with soft flicks and gentle suckles, and her breath oozed out of her on a loud sigh. Lorraine’s head dropped backward against the sofa, her limbs turning liquid against the delicious onslaught of Hunter’s tongue.
“Yes... Oh, my God...”
She grabbed clumpfuls of Hunter’s shirt, holding on as the pleasure rolled through her body. She gasped his name, dug her fingers into his shoulders—wanton and needy and shameless. His mouth picked up speed, greedily suckling. The tension was building, like a spring being wound.
And then the spring broke free, and Lorraine was vaulted into that most delicious abyss. She cried out, her moan long and unabashed. Hunter was making her feel alive again and incredibly amazing. She arched her back, luxuriating in these feelings.
“Yes,” Hunter rasped, stroking her with his fingers, drawing out h
er climax.
“I need you...inside me.”
Hunter grabbed each side of his shirt in his fists and ripped it open with one strong pull. Buttons went flying, and Lorraine bit down on her bottom lip as a rush of fresh heat flooded through her. She loved that Hunter wanted her so badly that he wasn’t even stopping to unbutton his shirt. Then she smiled, remembering how he’d said that she always bit her bottom lip when she wanted to be kissed.
He was right. She wanted to wrap her naked body around him and kiss him as he filled her with his manhood.
Hunter shrugged out of his shirt as fast as possible, as if the fabric was burning his skin.
He was gorgeous. His body was perfectly sculpted, his muscles the product of hard work in the gym.
The shirt discarded, Hunter got to his feet and undid his belt, then pants. Lorraine watched him, her eyes greedily taking in his strong legs and his white boxer briefs. His erection strained against the fabric, large and impressive. She hadn’t been able to truly check his body out last week because they’d come together in a flurry of fast and hot passion in his darkened bedroom. Now, they were taking their time—and she was enjoying the show as he disrobed for her.
Hunter winked, and again Lorraine bit down on her bottom lip. “I know, baby. I want to kiss you, too. But I admit, I’m enjoying checking out your gorgeous body. Looking at you lying on the sofa like that... Damn.”
“Get naked already,” Lorraine commanded, then smiled playfully. And when he slowly pulled the briefs down his thighs, she sucked in a sharp breath.
Oh, wow. Hunter was absolutely stunning. Absolutely everything. He was the hottest man she’d ever been naked with, the one man who’d thrilled her beyond anyone else, and here she was about to make love to him again. He was the epitome of a fantasy come to life.
He took her by the hand, urging her up. And then he scooped her into his arms. His mouth claimed hers as he carried her to his bedroom.
Desire shot through her body like liquid heat, while at the same time an unexpected sensation of warmth filled her heart. Hunter was gorgeous, yes—but he was also a decent guy. And their explosive sexual connection couldn’t have felt more natural.
Hunter placed her on the bed, then put on a condom. As he settled between her legs, the veracity of that connection hit her full force. It was like a living, tangible thing, ensnaring both her and Hunter in its grip.
Hunter kissed her, a languid and deep kiss, making her light-headed. She wrapped a leg around his massive thigh as he guided his shaft inside her.
He filled her inch by delicious inch. Lorraine wrapped her arms around him as intense, sweet pleasure shot through her. And he was still kissing her, his mouth creating its own sensual assault while his shaft thrust deep inside her. She held on, loving the feel of his hard chest against her breasts, his tongue inside her mouth, his strong body between her thighs.
They clung to each other, their bodies moving slowly. This was unlike their first time, when their coupling was fast and frenzied. Hunter’s tongue swept through her mouth with broad, sensual strokes while he raised a hand to her face and gently caressed her cheek. The tips of his fingers created delicious tingles on her skin. Lorraine locked her legs around his waist and raised her hips to meet each of Hunter’s thrusts. And Lord, the sensations...
In his arms, Lorraine was transported to a different world. A world where she had no cares or concerns other than right here, right now. Nothing mattered more than giving and receiving pleasure with this man.
Hunter finally broke the kiss and moved his lips to her ear. His fingers still trilling her skin, he sucked her lobe between his lips and began to suckle the flesh. Softly, like he’d done with her most erogenous zones. And, oh, the sensation of his lips and teeth on her earlobe combined with the way he was moving deeply inside her caused the pleasure to intensify. Another climax was building.
“Hunter...” she rasped.
“I know, baby.” He pulled his head back and gazed into her eyes, and something mystical and confounding washed over her. Lorraine stroked his face, her fingertips brushing against stubble. She couldn’t help feeling that they had connected beyond the physical.
“I’m there, too,” Hunter whispered hotly. He thrust deeply, burrowing himself inside her. “I’m right with you, baby.”
And the lustful hitch in his voice, the feel of him buried deep within her and the way he was staring into her eyes pushed her over the edge.
“Oh, God... Hunter...”
“Yes!” Hunter growled, his muscles growing taut against her body. He eased back, then thrust deep and hard inside her, sending Lorraine’s climax to the stratosphere. And as he buried his face in her neck and grunted, she knew that he was joining her in that magical place. A place of carnal bliss that they had created together.
They stayed like that for a long while, their harried breathing starting to subside, their bodies still physically connected. Lorraine’s legs remained locked around Hunter’s behind, his body still between her thighs. Her sense of contentment was so overwhelming that she never wanted to get up.
Hunter was the first to move. He kissed her shoulder blade, then her neck and then her cheek. “You okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Fine.” She was more than fine. She was perfect.
“You’re amazing,” he told her, then softly kissed her lips.
Lorraine’s pulse tripped. How easily she could get used to this. Used to him in her life. Incredible sex with a gorgeous man. Who wouldn’t?
Finally, Hunter eased back, kissing her lips softly before fully moving his body off hers. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, and smiled.
“Where would I go?” Lorraine teased.
He gave her a pointed look, and she got his drift. She’d taken off that first night, and while he was joking, he was making a reference to the fact that he didn’t want her taking off again.
But what did he want?
It doesn’t matter what he wants, she told herself. Because no matter how amazing she felt in his arms, and in his presence, she didn’t want to spend nights thinking about someone, wondering if he was going to call. Wondering if she was going to see him.
Wondering how long before their relationship failed.
Hunter wandered off to the bathroom, and Lorraine’s heart pounded as she shamelessly stared at his perfectly chiseled body. Once he was around the corner and out of view, she sat up and searched for her clothes.
Lorraine’s cell phone rang, and she jumped, startled. She was glad that the phone hadn’t gone off while she’d been in the middle of making love to Hunter. She quickly scrambled for her purse and dug out her cell phone. She saw Rosa’s face flashing on her screen.
Oh, no. She couldn’t talk to Rosa right now, not while she was fresh from making love with Hunter and not even dressed yet. Lorraine swiped to reject the call.
Several seconds later, Lorraine’s phone made a chirping sound, and she saw a message from Rosa pop up on her screen.
Did you just reject my call? Where are you and what are you up to???
Lorraine switched her phone to silent and dropped it back into her purse. She would have to explain everything to her friend later.
Hunter rounded the corner, naked and minus the condom, and Lorraine’s eyes widened. Seeing him nude and in all his glory caught her off guard, though she should have expected that. It was just that he was so darn sexy. And she’d had two unforgettable escapades with him.
He bit down on his bottom lip as he looked at her, then winked and Lorraine got his point. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”
“Hell, yeah, I want you to kiss me.” He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet, then planted a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
The stirrings of desire started in her belly, and just like that, she knew she could spend all da
y and all night here with Hunter and not even blink an eye. How had this man so easily ensnared her in his sexual spell?
“I—I have to go,” she blurted out. Her pulse was racing, her stomach tensing, a profound sense of anxiety hitting her with full force. Suddenly, she knew that she had to get out of there. She had to break this physical connection between her and Hunter, get away before she started caring.
His eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked at her. “You’re leaving already?”
She stepped out of his embrace and averted her eyes from his spectacular body, or she might not be able to maintain her resolve to go. “I just got a call from a friend of mine. She’s...having a crisis. When I didn’t answer the call, she texted to say that she needs to talk to me urgently,” Lorraine lied. “Besides, you need to get some rest. You’ll never do that with me here,” she added with a wink to soften the blow.
Hunter slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his naked body. She sighed softly, wanting to melt against him and lose herself in the carnal sensations that were already starting to pulse through her again. She wanted to stay for more of what he had just given her. Maybe lie in bed with him all night and this time wake up next to him...
No, that was not what she wanted. So what if she’d had sex with a hot guy? Hadn’t she fallen into that trap with her ex-husband? Their chemistry had started hot, and she’d mistaken that for love. Lorraine was painfully aware that sex didn’t make a relationship.
“You know how to get a hold of me,” Lorraine said. “We’ll talk soon.”
“All right, baby.”
The word baby caused a frisson of heat to travel down her spine. She knew it was simply a lusty term of endearment after sex, but a small part of her felt like it actually meant something.
“At least this time you’re not leaving me hanging.” Hunter grinned down at her with that charming grin that had attracted her in the bar. There was no surprise as to why she’d been fiercely drawn to him.