Page 86 of Corrupt Me

He shrugs and jerks his chin toward the highest slope. “You like adrenaline, kitten. Let’s go up and you try to beat me.”

The challenge has me instantly standing up.

From this vantage point, everything looks minuscule when we reach the highest peak. We’re nothing in the face of almighty nature. It’s humbling.

He smirks. “You can call it quits, kitten.”

He wishes. Batting my lashes at him, I slam his visor shut, then take off.

“You little cheat,” I hear him say—a whisper carried by the wind as I glide down the mountain, hopping off small hills in a steady whoosh, whoosh. But then, out of nowhere, he speeds past me. I stop in my tracks. His tricks are so damn amazing. Each move capturing all my attention. He rolls in the air and lands on his feet. He’s flying, utterly in control.

At the end of the slope, we both take off our helmets and stare at each other. He grins, and I want to bathe in his joy and rejoice at how he looks right now—untroubled, his guard down and at ease. That easygoing look on his face is what I want to see all the time.

“That was impressive,” I say, and he sends me a lopsided grin, melting me.

“I had to impress you.”

“You don’t have to use tricks to do that.”

“Is that so?”

Our mouths collide as if we’re two magnets pushed together by the unbending rules of physics. We kiss until someone clears their throat. Parting, we both gasp for air, and he sends a murderous look to whoever interrupted us.

I cup his cheek. “It’s okay. You can kiss me however you want once we return to the cabin.”

He leans into my touch, smirking. “I’ll do so much more.”

It’s a wonder I don’t break my neck while I make three more runs. All I can think about is that promised pleasure, making me eager to experience it.

My hunger for food is sated, but my craving for orgasms got worse.

After the group and I finish lunch, we linger over drinks. Hunter and I keep stealing glances at each other, the unspoken tension hanging in the air.

“Stop eye-fucking each other. There are children present,” Dane scoffs.

“Someone is just impatient,” Abi says, trying to curb his mood shift. She’s the only one who does it effortlessly.

“Princess, you know what helps, so what are we waiting for?”

Our group bursts into laughter. I want more days and similar carefree experiences like this with my friends. Hopefully, that’ll be the case soon.

By the time we return to the cabins, I am beat—and I am not the only one. Dane carries Abi in his arms, Kaden gives Celine a piggyback ride, and Blake has Mia slung over his shoulder.

“I don’t want to see any of you until tomorrow,” Hunter says to their backs before his heated gaze lands on me. As goose bumps erupt on my skin, he lifts me off the ground and spins me around.

Wrapping my arms and legs around him, he crashes his mouth on mine, blindly trying to open the door. His groans, ringing of impatience, are endearing, and a peal of giggles rolls out of my mouth. Swiping the card takes him several attempts because he won’t stop kissing me. Not that I am complaining.

He places me down, and the shift in temperature is so sudden that it doesn’t help me with my tiredness. But the hunger flaming in his eyes does.

He unzips me quickly, and driven by uncontained passion, we rip each other’s clothes off. Then he runs outside, checks the water in the hot tub, and hurries back inside. Scooping me up, he rushes us over to the tub. A squeal parts my lips as I hold on to him.

The chilly air only hits my heated skin for a few seconds before he submerges us, and then the hot temperature envelops me. While the water bubbles all around us, he backs me into the corner, and I feel the jets on my back, massaging my skin. He kisses me so ardently I could live just off his kisses alone.

One hand digs into my ass cheek, kneading it, while the other palms my breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging and twisting at my nipple. I breathe a moan into his mouth. His sensual kisses drug me, the euphoric kick so damn addictive, I don’t want to ever come down from the high.

Lifting my eyes, I take in the millions of stars peppering the sky. The dreamy image doesn’t hold my attention for long becausehe’sthe most beautiful sight bathed in the stars’ light.

His touch fires every atom in me. I light up even more than the sky flickering above our heads. Cupping his cheeks, I plant my mouth on his, pouring all my feelings, vulnerability, and unspoken wishes into the kiss. That only fuels his hunger because he’s getting even harder, his touch almost rough. I love it when he loses control.

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