Page 86 of Only the Hunter

“Sensitive?” he asks, voice rough.

“Yes.”

He bends, lowering his mouth, tongue circling one peak, and my knees weaken.

My fingers play with his hair, as he fondles one breast while his teeth graze the other.

The ache low in my belly sharpens, and I can barely stay upright.

“Gabe…bed.”

He lifts his face, a flicker of a smile, but what catches me off guard is the tenderness.

It’s almost too much, so I press my lips and demand a deep kiss.

He complies, but within seconds, as his tongue plunders my mouth, my feet are in the air. He settles me onto the bed, and looks down at me, on top of the comforter, still in my jeans.

“Tell me if I go too fast.”

“Not possible.” I grin. “Right now, you’re going too slow.”

I don’t know how he reacts, because I’m reaching for him, for the button on his pants. But he brushes my hands away and instead reaches for my jeans.

I lift my hips, helping him.

I don’t know if he means to strip me entirely of clothes, but the panties go with the jeans, as do my socks.

His gaze roams over my bare skin. “You are so beautiful.”

“Gabe—”

“No,” he interrupts. “You are. And I’m going to take my time showing you.”

I want him so badly, slow isn’t how I want it.

But the way he’s looking at me, it’s clear he’s not in a rush.

The tips of his fingers trail my thighs, over my hips.

I spread my thighs slightly, but he’s already past that juncture, to my waist, my stomach. Both hands cup my breasts from the sides, bringing them together.

The hot heat of his mouth takes one nipple.

My thighs clench.

“Gabe,” I breathe.

He lifts his head. “Yeah?”

“I need—” He pinches a nipple and I can’t finish.

“What do you need?”

“More.”

His smile is slow and devastating. “I can do that.”

My skin tingles in the wake of his path, down, down, until he traces the inside of my thighs. When his fingers brush my center, I arch off the bed.