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She’d played her hand of cards. Seeing that he didn’t want her the same way she wanted him, she whirled to the front door.
She took all of two steps before the heavy thump of boots on the porch reached her.
Hunter yanked her into his arms and captured her mouth in a kiss to end all kisses. The blazing way he slipped his tongue over hers, again and again and again, dizzied her. Dark need coiled in her core, reminding her that underneath all the layers of grief and worry she hadn’t been able to outrun even after nine months in foreign countries…she was a woman.
She clung to him, rubbing her body against his hard one—and the stiff bulge in his jeans. Between sweeping kisses, she murmured, “My room!”
Out of control, he bit at her lips. Locked his hands on her ass, pulling her into his erection, and ground his hips. Flooding with desire, she moaned into his mouth, which spurred him to action.
He whipped open the screen door. She reached behind herself to fumble with the door handle. In a tangle of lips and roaming hands, they fell through the door. The house was empty, she knew, because Meadow was out training horses.
When he picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They barely came up for a breath of air as he navigated through the house and reached the hallway.
“Which door’s yours?” His voice was all gravel and growl. The syllables warm strokes to her senses.
“Left!”
He kicked the door in. It banged off the wall, but he whirled with her and slammed it shut behind them. In two strides, they hit the bed.
“What is all this?” He picked up her unicorn pillow and threw it on the floor.
“My childhood.” She giggled and reached for him again, pulling him down on top of her.
They went still, staring into each other’s eyes.
“You know what happens when a commoner touches a princess?”
She nodded with enthusiasm. “Undeniable pleasure. Give me your mouth again.”
With a low growl, he did, kissing her until she was gasping and rocking her aching pussy into his cock.
She ran her hands over the chiseled planes of his back, learning the strong flex of his muscles. When she tugged his shirt up and over his head, he moved to help her, rolling his body like a hot male dancer on a stage.
She was aching for him. She needed him inside her—now.
“Hunter!”
Dipping his lips to her throat, he teased her with small bites and sucking pulls of his mouth that drove her so crazy she thought she’d lose it. Patience fled, and she tore at his fly.
He refused to move faster, just nibbling on her neck from her ear to her collarbone and back up.
Desire pulsed in her core. Her panties were a flooded scrap of French lace. Madame Marie had designed the undergarments for this very occasion, right? She reached between their bodies and unfastened her jeans. Wiggling out of her top was much harder—the stubborn man refused to move his lips from her throat.
When she finally yanked the top over her head, she stared up into his eyes and saw a glimmer of appreciation in the steel-gray depths.
“I need to feel your skin on mine,” she rasped.
She dug her fingers into his spine, dragging his bare chest down on top of hers. They both froze.
He lifted his head and pierced her in his stare. “Christ, princess. I should not be touching you.”
She tightened her hold on him and locked her thighs around his waist for good measure. “Don’t you dare stop now. Don’t you dare deny how much you want me too.”
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The scorching feel of Ivy’s skin against Hunter’s blew his goddamn mind. His cock surged. His balls throbbed.
He couldn’t recall a time he’d ever wanted a woman this bad. Or when he ever would again.
