Page 65 of Bargain with the Bachelor
Hunter sucked an audible breath through his teeth when my fingertips slipped beneath the waistband. My own breaths were coming harder and faster.
Touching him like this after all the days and weeks of fantasizing about it was almost an otherworldly experience.
With a groan, he clamped his arms around me and dragged me to face him so that my legs straddled his lap, and that glorious hard-on was snug against the center of my meager bikini bottoms.
Seizing my mouth in an open, searching kiss, Hunter let his hands roam ravenously.
It seemed like each time he touched a new part of me his excitement reached a new level.
He moaned into my mouth, and his tongue plunged deeper, coaxing out more and more pleasure as his hands explored and branded and claimed.
I welcomed it all, melting under his touch, pressing my breasts further into his hands when he cupped them, urging my lower half against the ridge of his arousal with increasingly rhythmic motions.
Breaking contact with my mouth, Hunter stared at me with such an absorption he appeared dazed.
Wearing a drunken looking smile, he said, “I can’t believe this is happening. It’s like I’m dreaming... but I’m also hyper-alert, like I have super-powered senses or something.”
I raked thick, dark hair back from his face and leaned forward to pepper feathery kisses over his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and the tops of his cheekbones, working my way toward his ear.
“Well... youareAnt Man,” I said in a teasing whisper.
He laughed and took my face between his hands, kissing me with a growl. “You make me feel like the Hulk—only I want to ripyourclothes off instead of mine.”
“No ripping required.” Reaching behind my neck, I tugged at one of the strings supporting my bikini top.
The knot loosened, and the twin triangles collapsed, baring my aching breasts to the night air and to Hunter’s gaze. Which looked gratifyingly enraptured.
“My god...” he whispered. And then he didn’t speak for a while.
Moving his tongue in lazy strokes, he teased the tip of one breast then the other before focusing his attention on one side, licking and tugging fixedly, layering sensation on top of sensation.
Tingling excitement combined with near-hypnotic pleasure, and my head dropped back on my shoulders. The inky blue sky was dotted with stars, faraway globes of fire standing witness to the single best night of my life.
Closer to home, the fire inside of me billowed, growing and gathering in every limb and nerve ending and setting off an insistent throbbing between my thighs.
Only one thing—and one man—could satisfy it. I rose slightly onto my knees, rubbing my core against that tantalizing hard length.
Hunter gripped my hips, stilling me as his chin dropped to his chest. “Hold on, I’ve gotta… I need a little break here. You are too… I’m sorry. I’ve wanted this for too long.”
Sliding my fingers under each side of his jaw, I lifted his face so our eyes made searing contact. “I want it, too,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?”
Hunter’s singular blue eyes were bright with passion. So I knew what it cost him to say, “We don’t have to do this.”
We didn’thaveto. But I definitely wanted to.
“You don’t want to?” I teased.
Hunter choked over a laugh. “Me?Of courseI want to. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was twelve. There’s a legit chance I’ll die of lust overdose if we stop. But I’ll do it—if you’re not ready.”
Running my hands down the sides of his strong neck, over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, I looked him straight in the eye.
“I’msoready.”
“Oh, thank God.”
Gripping my head, he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me again and again while I rose and worked my bikini bottoms down.
