Page 15 of Baked

She answered it anyway. Still not completely sure what was going on. “Yes?”

He seemed to have shifted closer, his grip on her wrist tightening. She could almost feel the heat of his spicy cologne burn her insides out as his lips grazed hers.

“I’ve waited a long time to taste you.” His voice deepened, awakening all the goosebumps along her arms. “But that doesn’t mean in that time I haven’t imaginedwhatyou’d taste like.”

Good lord. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.

He wasn’t done making her head spin. The next thing she knew, his mouth was brushing against hers again. This time, pushing her lips apart as he spoke into her. “Like vanilla and cherries.”

Rachel’s heart was beating a million miles an hour. Feeling the burn of his stubble across her chin wasn’t helping. God, she wanted this man. And from the tremble she felt vibrate against her thigh, she could tell he wanted her too.

What is he waiting for?

“What’s the verdict?” she asked, letting her tongue run along the seam of his mouth. When he let out a hoarse groan, her stomach flipped.

Her wrist was released a second later, both his hands now cradling her head as he finally pushed inside her. She was his puppet as he tilted her face so he could get deeper.

He wasn’t kidding; he really was set on tasting her. All of her. But who was she to argue when he felt so good. Just the touch of his tongue set her body ablaze.

It wasn’t until her head hit the arm of the couch that she realized they’d been gradually moving down. Hunter’s hands adjusted to their new position immediately though, one going to her neck to hold her in place, the other going on an exploratory mission down the side of her torso. Instinctively, she opened her legs, giving room for his big body to get even closer.

Feeling him fall into her was enough to make her moan. But in a good way. A very good way.Sweet Jesus.He was big all over.

Pulling back slightly, his teeth scraped her bottom lip, causing a sting. One he kissed better moments later. Her whimper was met with a guttural rumble. Or was it a roar? Whatever it was, it was enough to warm her insides as his mouth traced a path up to her ear.

“I was right”—his teeth clamped down on her lobe—“vanilla and cherries.”

She was having a really hard time breathing. Was this normal? Was it possible to be so turned on you had to remember to breathe? She’d have to remember to Google it later. Right now, she was too busy moaning again.

Hunter’s lips were on the move. Licking a path down her throat, nipping and sucking as he went.

As if that wasn’t enough to turn her mind to goo, he had another trick up his sleeve. His hand had found something, and his fingers were pushing under her sweats. And then her panties.

“Oh God.” Her head flung back as he slid inside her, and her whole body arched. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

CHAPTER FIVE

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