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“Yes.”
His fingertip begins to trace the sensitive skin, making me gasp. His mouth meets mine again in an insatiable kiss. His fingers delve into me as our tongues dance together. I moan into his mouth, my hips beginning to move against his hand of their own accord.
His fingers continue their tantalizing exploration, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel myself getting wetter, more desperate for him.
"Hunter," I whisper, pulling away from our kiss only long enough to press my forehead against his. My chest heaves with every breath. I can feel the heat radiating off of both of us.
"I'm here," he whispers back, his voice low and filled with a promise that sends heat spiraling through me. His fingers trail higher, brushing over my clit. A gasp escapes me. I arch into his touch, desperately needing more.
He pushes his fingers inside me, stretching and teasing. I groan at the sensation, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. His lips trail along the column of my neck, sucking lightly at my pulse point. I gasp, my body instinctively seeking more contact.
My hand moves between us, wrapping around his hard length and gently squeezing. He groans against my neck, his fingers moving faster inside me. The climax slams into me with no warning. My body arches off the bed, leaving me crying out.
He looks at me with lust-filled eyes. I pull at him, pulling him to crawl over my body. I’m hungry for more. Greedy with my desire to have the man inside me. I want to feel all that raw power.
“Are you sure?” He asks, his voice hoarse with need.
“Yes,” I breathe out, the anticipation making me dizzy.
With a swift motion, he positions himself at my entrance. He pauses, looking into my eyes for a brief moment. His erection presses against my swollen flesh. The feel of him, hard and ready against me is almost too much. My hips tilt upwards on their own accord, seeking out the pressure that I crave.
His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of hesitation or unwillingness. But all he finds is desire, potent and nearly visible in its intensity.
With a nod from me, he eases himself into me with one smooth thrust. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as my body contours to accommodate him. His groan of pleasure echoes off the walls, blending with the soft sounds of our bodies moving together. The rhythm is unhurried, a slow dance of irresistible passion that builds with each moment.
His hands explore my body with fervor, learning every curve and hollow as if committing them to memory. Every touch ignites a new wave of pleasure that ripples through me. I answer his touches with mine, running my fingers over the defined muscles of his back and shoulders, pulling him even deeper into me.
His mouth moves to capture mine, muting our shared moans. His kisses are as intoxicating as the moves of his hips, the slides of his hands. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, a precipice I'm eager to tumble over with him.
He pulls back, looking deep into my eyes. There's an intensity in his gaze that strikes something deep within me. “You are one wild woman,” he says.
I grin. "And you are one wild man," I breathe back, my hands trailing down his chest, feeling each corded muscle beneath my fingertips. His skin is slick with sweat.
“Paige,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he buries his face into the crook of my neck. My body starts to tingle with anticipation as he quickens the pace of his thrusts.
We move together, two bodies intertwined in a sensual dance. He groans into my ear, the sound vibrating through my body and magnifying my pleasure. His thrusts grow more urgent, more desperate. I match him stroke for stroke, lost in the familiar dance of desire.
His mouth moves over my throat, down to my breasts as he teases one hardened nipple with his teeth, drawing a low moan from me. His motions become more erratic, the steady rhythm faltering as his control slips away.
I can feel every muscle in his body tense as he nears his climax. "Paige," he groans again, his voice gruff and raw. His movements become frenzied, the pace quickening as he plunges deeper. My body tightens around him, convulsing with incredible pleasure as my climax washes over me. I cry out his name, the sound lost in the heat of our passion.
He stiffens above me, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. He buries himself deep inside me and then he's groaning my name, each syllable punctuated by a powerful thrust. I feel him spill inside me, his body tensing and then relaxing in sweet release.
He drops to the bed beside me. Our bodies slick with sweat and still twitching. I was too exhausted to think about what just happened.
“Don’t,” he says and pulls the blanket over our naked bodies. “Just don’t think. We need to sleep.”
He was right.
Chapter eight
Hunter
Ijerk awake and stare into the darkness. Something woke me, but I don’t know what. Paige’s naked body is hugged up against mine. My first inclination is to run my hands over all that smooth skin and maybe kiss her shoulder.
But then I hear what woke me. I sit up and listen carefully. It’s voices outside our motel room door, the fog of sleep dissipates in an instant. Panic surges through me as I realize where we are—a cheap, roadside motel with thin walls and even thinner security. The clock says it’s just after three in the morning. I try to tell myself it’s just some road-weary people coming in late.
The male voices are right outside our door. Maybe they have the wrong room. I carefully get out of bed to keep from waking Paige. She needs to sleep. If it’s a case of a mistaken room, there’s no reason for her to wake up. I know she’ll want to hit the road if she wakes up. I’m not ready to leave the warmth and comfort of her body against mine.
