Page 79 of Through the Flames
When he eased his grip, my scalp started prickling, my core still clenching and throbbing needily.
“Taste it.” He never took his eyes off me, never once broke the spell. Completely enthralled, I obeyed mindlessly.
Scooping up some of his release with my index finger, I brought it to my mouth, making a show of curling my tongue around the digit.
“Such a filthy girl,” Hunter growled. He tucked his half-hard length away by pulling up his boxers before stepping out of his sweats.
My head was spinning as I watched him stride over to his chair again in all his half-naked glory.
Was that more ink peeking out there?
I shook my head as if it would clear my mind, but I was still too stunned to speak.
Hunter turned off his computer with a few clicks, grabbed the shirt he’d worn earlier, walked back to me, and pulled me up onto my feet.
Depositing me on the edge of his unbelievably comfy bed, he cleaned me up with the shirt in his hand.
Then he tossed it aside to pick up the new one he’d grabbed for me and helped me put it on.
His thumb skimmed my jawline so tenderly I almost didn’t notice.
Climbing onto the bed, he settled into the pillows before patting the spot beside him. “Get in.”
I hesitated, my heart beating faster, but then I obeyed. Tonight, I was always a step behind, playing catch-up with him.
As soon as I slid under the covers, he turned off the light. His breathing deepened, but I was lying there, still as a statue.
I was in Hunter’s bed. I was in Hunter’s bed after he just had me suck his dick and came all over my boobs. I was in Hunter’s bed, and he expected me to sleep here. With him.
What the actual fuck was happening?
This whole situation was crazy. I didn’t even know what time it was, much less where the hell my phone had disappeared to.
Guess I’d find out tomorrow morning when the alarm started blaring.
Just as I was adjusting my pillow, Hunter’s voice cut through the darkness.
“Here,” he muttered, his big arm shooting out like a trap.
Dragging me half onto his chest, our legs tangled, and he wrapped one hand around my thigh to hook it over his hip.
His arms caged me in, his bulging bicep under my neck like a pillow, and a hand spread over my ribs.
Possessive. Claiming.
“Like this,” he said. “Get used to it.”
I blinked slowly; I was wired and my skin was burning. I couldn’t fathom the situation I’d found myself in.
How had it come to this? How could this man — Hunter, who was famously averse to touching literally anyone — end up with his body pressed against mine like it was the most natural thing in the world?
How the fuck was I ever supposed to sleep like this?
His scent. His breath against my temple. The impossible stillness of him. Everything about this was driving me to the brink of madness, and I was still so fucking horny, it wasn’t even funny.
The fact that he was acting as if he’d already claimed me and was now simply resting his hand on what was his didn’t help matters.
He wasn’t even doing anything. All he did was cage me here likeit was instinct.
