Page 26 of Naked

“Carnal. Lusty. Physical. You have no problem saying precisely what is on your mind or what you want to do. You touch me without reservation and as long as it feels good, you do it.”

His eyes grew darker and hooded. “Yes. You do bring out the carnal side of me. Is that a problem?”

Problem? No. I swallowed again, but this time because my lady parts were once again on fire.Tilley en fuego.“I...no. Yes? What were we talking about?” Why couldn’t I stop staring at his lips?

Oh, that’s right, because in the back of my mind I wasn’t doing math. Not technically. I was only calculating the potential of whether our next sexual encounter would begin with his lips on my breasts or my clitoris. Based on our limited historical data, my money was on my breasts.

“You were telling me whether my carnal need for your body was a problem...or not.”

“No,” I whispered. It was hard to speak when you couldn’t breathe and your panties were damp. “I Iike your carnal need for me.”

He set his pizza plate down and did my favorite thing ever. He put a hand on each of my hips and held me to him as he sucked a kiss below my ear. “And I live for your carnal need of me. You want to know why?” He sucked lower and lower, his tongue swirling over my skin. He smiled and bit me once, lightly.

It sent a zing to my core, soaking my already damp panties to the point of utter uselessness. “Why?” I managed to croak out.

“As my friend, we laugh and take care of each other. You have my full trust and I believe I have yours as well. But in bed? It’s physicalandemotional. Giving into your instincts, your carnal needs, tells me you trust me physically as well.”

“You don’t find it disconcerting? The duality? The dissonance?”

He stood up fully, his eyes darting between mine. “You may make different choices when I arouse you, but you’re still you. So no, it’s not disconcerting. There is no dissonance.”

I caught his omission immediately. “But you do feel the duality?”

His hands cupped my face. “Some. Yes. I’m me...but freer. And you? I think it might be the same. You’re you...but wilder.”

“You like me wild?”

“In my head I call you my hellcat. My wild, predatory, needy kitten. Yes, I like you wild.” He kissed me softly. “And I want you wild now, but we really need to eat.”

I devoured three slices and washed it down with seltzer, then let Hunter have fun. He stripped me naked in the middle of the kitchen and swung me up into his arms.

“A man should carry his woman to bed,” he declared.

We snuggled up together as he turned onThe Princess Bride, our favorite.

“We still friends, Tilley Villanueva?” His fingers trailed along my spine.

I looked up into his big blue eyes. “Friends. Always.”

He sighed contentedly and we fell asleep in each other’s arms far before they reached the shrieking eels.

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The next daythe team was off to recover from so much travel.

One. Freaking. Day.

I felt positively spoiled in the racing world. Sure we traveled across continents, but we had enough time to do it.

But I also felt positively spoiled to have an entire day with Hunter. We slept in and ate leftover pizza while we finishedThe Princess Bride.The moment the movie ended his fingers began to dance along my skin.

We had sex after his first game in LA and again the morning before his last game in LA. Both times were frantic and sweet. Nothing quite like the wild need that had overtaken me our first night together in this very bed.

And now as his caresses turned to touches, I began to wonder what the next few hours held for us.

I took his hand and pulled it up my body to my throat. His eyes grew darker and widened as he wrapped it behind my neck and pulled me to his lips for a violent kiss.

Violent in its ferocity. His fingers dug into my muscles as he held me in place, his tongue demanded entry and mimicked the things I knew he’d do with his cock. “This?” His eyebrows rose in question.

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