“We’re friends, aren’t we?” I say, leaning into him and the warmth of his embrace. “Even after all this, that won’t change, right?”
“Not if we don’t want it to.” He drags his fingers through my hair and bends me into him. “Friends kiss.” And then his lips close over mine, sending chills scattering to the base of my spine. His tongue is in my mouth, sweeping against my cheek, exploring deep, weakening my resolve. “Friends touch.” He traces the curve of my neck with greedy hands then drops down to my shoulders and arms, pinning me against him as he assaults me with fevered kisses. “Friends…”
“Grope?” I breathe into a laugh.
“Hell yeah.” He grins against my lips. “And if you’re lucky, there’s another friend in my pants I’d like for you to get to know better.”
On a crazed laugh and a whimper that’s wrenched from the deepest part of me, I push up off my toes and stamp his mouth with a scorching kiss. He’s warm and wet—or maybe that’s the rain falling between our mouths—and tastes like roasted toffee and cream. Guinness. I lap him up. Twirl my tongue along his. Breathe in his exhales as he slants his head to deepen the kiss. Raking my fingers through his hair, I draw him closer still.
It’s as if my body comes to life in his arms, each nerve ending like a live wire, every touch heightened. I need this—him. To cherish this moment and the strength of Hunter’s body as it presses against mine, the greediness of his hands as they clutch my hips, the luscious sweep of his tongue as he feasts on my mouth.
I can’t help but think of Malcolm. Would we have this kind of fire, this passion? Or is Hunter simply a sex god, incomparable to any other?
“Don’t think.” Pulling me against him, Hunter guides me, step by careful step, until my back is against a tree. “Be here, with me, in this moment.”
Tendrils of white-hot energy spiral through my veins as he lifts my gown and pins it between us. His hand creeps up my thigh, moving north to where I’m already wet and aching for his touch. His mouth is on mine, hot and hungry, and as his tongue flicks out to trace my lower lip, I drop my head back against the bark, breathless.
“Tell me what you want, Snow.”
I bury my face in his neck and breathe him in. Even with the brisk smell of the rain wafting around us, I pick up hints of spice and musk, and underneath that, something dark and forbidden. Chills scatter across my body as his fingers sweep through my sensitive flesh, causing the air to catch in the back of my throat.
“I want you,” I start, but when he thrusts two fingers inside me and slams his palm against the juncture between my legs over and over again, I cry out, desperate to feel his cock swell inside me.
“How do you want me?” He crushes his lips to mine viciously, driving his fingers deep before pulling them out and swirling them through my slick heat. “Hard and fast?” Using his free hand, he jerks down the top of my gown, freeing my breasts. Rain slickens them immediately, tightening my nipples to buds. He ravishes them with hard flicks of his tongue and then twists them between his fingers. “Or slow and soft?” His tongue begins moving with thick and languid strokes, his fingers pulsing in and out, drenching me completely.
How do I express all that I’m thinking and feeling? How do I condense the maelstrom of sensation inside me into meaningless words?
I want him to grind his hips against mine as he pummels me with his cock, so I can take every inch of him inside me. And then I want to feel nothing but blissful numbness, and I want him to be the one to take me there. I want him to brace himself over me so I can feel the full, delicious weight of him. I need his mouth on me everywhere, lapping me up, consuming me until I can’t remember my name.
I need it because I may never know this kind of passion again.
“I want you to fuck me so hard and so deep,” I say, as the air punches out of me, “that I’m numb for weeks.” I’m quivering, about to come apart from anticipation alone. “Give me something to remember.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get,” he says, nibbling on my lower lip. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give it to you just the way you like it.”
Shudders roll through me. I don’t doubt a word of what he says.
In a flash, he drops to his knees. I clutch at his hair and suck in a clipped breath. And as he skims a hand along my thigh to edge my legs apart, I open up for his taking. From the ground, he gazes up my body, and for a moment I think he’s going to say something. But he licks my slit, long and slow, and lets out a sound that’s lost between a groan and a growl. It’s primal, carnal, and calls to something deep within me, a part of me I can’t even recognize.
He’s mine.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” Another slow lick against my trembling flesh. “Like honeyed apples.”
As I sag against the tree, bark scrapes my back, making marks I’m sure, but I don’t care. “No talking. More of your hot mouth.”
“My pleasure.” He growls low in his throat, fueling my desire. “Actually,” he goes on, kissing me wildly, thrashing his head between my legs. “The pleasure will be yours.”
“God—” Chills explode over my skin. I’m gasping. Trembling. Clawing toward release. “Yes…”
Raising my arms over my head, lost in sensation, I grip the tree, holding my body in place as he wages war on my clit with a flurry of kisses. I widen my stance and scream his name into the night as the most hard-hitting orgasm I’ve had in my life seizes hold of me. I’m delirious, blinded by ecstasy as he feasts on my silken flesh until my legs can’t support my weight.
He slides up my body, roping an arm around my waist to hold me, wasting no time assaulting my mouth and plunging his tongue past my lips. I can barely taste my arousal because of the barrage of rain that’s sliding between us, wetting our mouths, our bodies.
Lightning tears open the sky as I pop his fly. Unzip. Give his pants a solid yank. He shoots me a grin as they fall to his knees.
“Eager?” His tone is laced with dark desire.
I nod slowly, drunk with pleasure, as my gaze drops from his rippled abs to his massive erection.
Holy horse-cock, the gods have blessed him.
I’ll never get over the sight of him—the feel of him, either.
I’m drooling, staring, going damp at the thought of taking him inside me again. And then he’s wedging my knees apart, positioning his hips between mine. My dress bunches over my stomach, a barrier of fabric between us.
“Get this off.” I’m desperate, gripping the gown in my fists, tearing stitches as I jerk it over my head. Nothing matters but feeling his body slide against mine, skin on skin. “Fuck me, Hunter.”
His eyes widen with hunger, and he comes at me in a flash, fingers tunneling into my hair, his mouth crushing mine, his erection slamming against my stomach. He bends, angles away from me, hikes my leg around his waist, and then—I’m impaled by his shaft.
We groan in unison, going still as I grip him tight. Wet and beaded with rain, my breasts slide against his chest as he begins to move, slowly at first, and then faster and harder as he’s overcome by a driving force neither of us can control.
He thrusts wildly, capturing one of my hands and pinning it over my head. His grip is solid, his fingers digging into my wrists, but his mouth is drugging. Animalistic. Feeding on my whimpers, he rams his dick in and out of me, in and out, on a collision course with the deepest walls of my sex.
“Come for me, Snow.” He licks at my earlobe. Bites my shoulder blade. Plunges into my heat with relentless force. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick the way it did my fingers.”
I cry out at his words, tingling from the tips of my toes to the base of my spine. I want to be possessed by him, claimed and devoured, and then I want to do this all over again.
I’ll never get enough.
With a jolt, he hoists me up, both legs around his waist, thrusting at a different angle so he can drive home, right to my pleasure spot. Starbursts of brilliant white light go off behind my eyelids.
My head falls back as sharp zings of ecstasy pulse through me, and as I buck against him, my core clutches at his cock, a fist closed tight.
“God, Snow,” he grinds out, his thrusts going staccato. With a guttural sound, he plunges into my heat, slower, harder, lifting me up and slamming me back down. “I’m going to fill up your tight little pussy. Ready for me to give it to you?”
“Please, Hunter.” Breathless, impaled by his thick length, I bounce against him, caught between his rock-hard body and the jagged bark of the tree, pleasure and pain. “Make me yours.”
“Oh—fuck.” And then he stills inside me as his cock jerks with the force of his release. “Snow…”
He comes hard, filling me with warmth, clutching me tightly against him, taking me there again as he groans and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. I breathe his name with each moan as the last waves of orgasm roll through me, and when I look into his eyes once more, they’re filled with adoration. Awe. And something else I don’t recognize.
“You’re one of a kind,” he whispers, planting an open-mouthed kiss to the base of my neck. “You know that?”
A grin pulls at the corners of my mouth as I grip his shoulders and cover his lips with mine. His mouth is soft, yielding, and for the life of me, I don’t know how I’ll ever forget this and move on. But tomorrow, after I learn the other rules, I’ll return to the estate and try to get closer to Malcolm.
But I’m his.
The words strike true, with the force of a bolt of lightning.
“For the next lesson,” he says, setting me back on my feet, “we’ll need the help of the guys back in the lodge. By the time they’re done with you, you’ll know how to seduce Malcolm Taylor with your hands tied behind your back.” His light eyes sparkle with mischief. “Literally.”
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Acknowledgments
To Candy and Curtis, for making this stressful journey so much fun.
To Aggie, as always, for your friendship, support, and honesty.
To Laurie, for being my greatest cheerleader every Monday around five o’clock.
To Jennie, for introducing me to writing sprints, and for making me laugh every time I have to pretend to be a bank customer.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and steamy paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.
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