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“But what?”
I swallow hard, trying to find the right words. "But... I don't care about any of that. Age, complications, whatever's going on in your life — none of it matters to me. What matters is how I feel when I'm with you, Hunter."
My heart pounds as I speak, laying my feelings bare. Hunter's eyes darken, and I see the conflict raging within him.
"Emily," he says, his voice rough. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"Maybe I don't," I admit. "But I know what I want."
The tension between us crackles, electric and alive. Hunter rises slowly to his feet, never breaking eye contact. He takes a step towards me, then another. I hold my breath as he approaches, my body thrumming with anticipation.
He stops just inches away, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my bottom lip. I shiver at his touch.
"This is dangerous," he murmurs, but I hear the waver in his voice, the crack in his resolve. “We both know we shouldn’t.”
"I'm not afraid," I whisper.
His eyes search mine, dark and intense. I feel like I'm drowning in them, lost in the swirling depths of desire and conflict. My heart pounds so loudly I'm sure he must hear it.
"You should be," Hunter says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
But he doesn't move away. His hand is still on my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip. The touch is electric, setting every nerve ending alight. I part my lips slightly, invitation and challenge in one slight gesture.
Hunter's breath catches. I see the moment his control snaps, the instant decision flash in his eyes.
Then his lips crash into mine.
The kiss is fierce, hungry, filled with all the pent-up longing we've both been holding back. His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his body. I melt into him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair.
He tastes of whiskey and danger, intoxicating and addictive. I never want this moment to end.
Hunter's lips move against mine with urgent passion, his tongue teasing and exploring. My body responds instinctively, pressing closer as heat pools low in my belly. His hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. "Last chance to back out," he warns, voice husky.
In response, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Hunter's eyes darken as they rake over my newly exposed skin. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful at the same time. His gaze makes me feel beautiful, wanted, needed. His hands come up to cup my breasts through my bra, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. I gasp at the sensation.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, before claiming my lips again.
As we kiss, his fingers make quick work of my bra clasp. He slides the straps down my arms, tossing the garment aside. Cool air hits my bare skin, making me shiver. His hands and mouth explore my body with reverent hunger. Every touch ignites sparks under my skin. I fumble with the button of my jeans, desperate to feel more of him. Hunter helps, tugging them down.
I reach for my underwear, but he catches my wrists gently, pinning them to my sides.
"Let me," he murmurs.
I nod, breathless, as he continues his exploration. He takes his time. Every bare inch of me, he kisses, he touches, he teases and explores, until I am writing beneath him, overcome by an anxious lust; I want him to take me; I don’t want this attention to end.
With suddenness, as if his restraint has cracked, he seizes the waistband of my underwear and pulls them away. His mouth soon fills the space where my underwear was and I moan as his tongue and lips touch my pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp.
Hunter's tongue expertly teases and explores, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arch my back, fingers tangling in his hair, as I moan softly. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he works me closer and closer to the edge.
“You taste so good. So sweet,” he murmurs.
"Hunter," I whimper, teetering on the brink. "Please..."
Hunter's tongue flicks against my most sensitive spot, and I cry out, my body trembling on the edge of release. He increases his pace, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me in place. The tension builds and builds until finally, it snaps.
