Page 56 of Reforming Hunt
He nodded, his gaze serious. “You can still back out.”
Hunt was more than his player reputation. She’d never had cause to doubt his loyalty to her or Noah. “I’m not backing out. But we should use something.”
“Always. I always use a condom,” he said.
“Okay, then.” Abby returned her hands to his body, back to where she’d left off. She wanted Hunt more than she’d ever wanted any man.
He rolled until he was on top of her and looked into her eyes. His gaze trailed down her chest and arms. “You’re so beautiful that I don’t know where to start. You’re like a feast before a starved man.”
She smiled, but then he covered her mouth and she wasn’t smiling anymore. His tongue dipped, teasing her, and then he scooted down and licked her nipple, no foreplay with hands and fingers, just straight tongue on the pebbled peak of her breast.
Abby nearly sprang off the mattress, but Hunt held her down, his palm pressed lightly on her chest.
And then he was moving lower, his hand mapping her breast while his mouth kissed a path toward her belly. He lingered there and licked, trailing farther with his soft lips and tongue until he reached the crease of her leg.
Hunt lifted her knee, opening her to him, but she didn’t have time to feel shy. He sucked along the crease between her sex and thigh, making her squirm.
He was so close…
His hand moved from one breast to the other, circling and plucking gently at her nipples while he intermittently kissed and sucked along the tender inside of her thigh. He skimmed his hand down her leg, reaching delicate spots behind her knee, and then back up again, teasing her.
Abby was about to say something to urge him along when he squeezed her nipple and pressed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris.
She arched and cried out.
He tsked. “We don’t want to wake Noah. I have plans for you.”
Oh the naughtiness, the implications… And how the hell was he touching so many erogenous zones at once?
Maybe his reputationwaswell deserved—not because of the quantity of women he seduced, but the quality with which he did it. She should care about the reasons he’d gotten so good, but at the moment, she really, really didn’t.
Abby’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could do nothing but take in the pleasure of Hunt’s touch.
And then his tongue returned to the mother of all erogenous zones, licking and sucking and putting just enough pressure on that ball of nerves that seemed the center of the universe. She unabashedly writhed on the bed, moaning to keep from screaming.
She was going to come like she had last time. Hard and fast. And she couldn’t find it within herself to be embarrassed. Not when she was mentally grasping for the release.
And then Hunt’s mouth disappeared from her body and he sat up.
“What…?” was all she could get out before he turned her over onto her stomach. Hunt wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her until she felt the warmth of his chest on her back. His thighs were between her knees, and his hand returned to her clitoris, wreaking havoc with his fingers.
He was doing it again, the multitasking. The sound of foil tearing came from behind, but his fingers never stopped working their magic, swirling around her clit and dipping inside her body. The next thing she knew, he was spreading her knees wider with his large thigh, one hand returning to her breast, the other torturing her in the best possible way with a clever finger on that bundle of nerves.
He entered her inch by inch.
Hunt Cade was well proportioned. Everywhere. She’d seen it, but now he was slowly moving inside her and she wanted to cry out. He felt perfect. Or maybe it was his warm skin and the erotic rhythm of his hands on her body. Whatever it was, he was drugging her. And bringing her to the brink before he’d fully seated himself inside her.
Abby bucked, and Hunt filled her the last inch. He didn’t stop the slow torture of his hands once he was inside her. With her back to his chest, the two of them on their knees, he had access to every part of her body, and he used it.
Her neck arched back when the release came, and Hunt rode out her orgasm, not ceasing his steady rhythm until he’d drained every drop of pleasure from her.
Moments later, Abby went limp, unable to hold herself up.
Hunt eased her onto her belly and turned her over again liked she weighed nothing. He plunged inside her, his eyes an intense blue holding hers. He lifted her knee and shifted his position until he hit a spot deep inside her that had her moaning and building up to another climax.
What the hell?
By the time her next orgasm came, Hunt was right there with her, kissing her lips, her neck, and moaning out his own release. The sound of his voice and his jerky, uncontrolled movements were sexy as hell as he let himself go.
