Page 146 of Only the Hunter

I toss it aside and then straddle him.

I’m still in my panties—really a thong—and the slip of material won’t pose a problem.

I crawl over him, slowing only when my lips are inches from him, and lower my core, trapping his length to my center. The silk lies between us, but I feel every bit of him, even the ridge of his crown as I slowly shift back and forth.

“Jesus, Evie.”

His mouth finds my throat first. My collarbone. Then lower—tracing the curve of one breast, his tongue circling slowly.

I push back, seated against him, and he comes with me, hands over my breasts, my back. I keep rocking, but at this angle, it’s not quite enough.

“Here?”

I pull back and watch as he slides the silk to the side, replacing the scrap with his fingers.

I take his mouth, rising up to give him space.

“So wet.”

With a slight shift in the angle of his wrist, the pressure of his fingers inside me, on me—a sound escapes that I don’t recognize as mine.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

“Don’t be smug about it.”

“I’m not." He sounds like he means it. Like smugness is the last thing this is. His fingers move in slow circles, reading me the way he reads everything—cataloguing what makes my breath catch and adjusting accordingly. I reach up and slide a hand into his hair. He presses in, and I stop being able to form complete thoughts.

“Gabe—”

“I’ve got you.”

He does. That’s the thing. He absolutely does.

I come apart quietly, arching into him, and he kisses me through it, swallowing the sound.

When I come back, he’s looking at me with that same expression.

He reaches past me to the nightstand—his wallet, a condom, practical even now, which is so entirely him that I almost smile.

“You don’t have to, you know.”

He hesitates, looking back at me.

“I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone in ages.”

“I’m clean,” he says. “You’re sure?”

“I want to feel you bare. Without anything between us.”

I lift up, the silk thong already pulled to the side. I guide him into place and sink slowly.

We both inhale.

This. It’s what I’ve needed.

Once I’m completely seated, he takes my mouth.

Our lips collide as my hips rock back and forth.