Page 43 of Playing the Field
“Not anymore.”
Hunter nips at my chin before working his way down my throat with a trail of kisses. His tongue sweeps against my skin, and my eyes fall shut. The pragmatist in me wants to memorize every sensation so I can remember this later.
But as Hunter works down the center of my chest, those thoughts drift from my head like they’re caught in a river current that’s too strong. His lips on my skin make me feel so good thatmy brain is no match. I’m forced to stay in the present and lean into every sensation.
So I let go.
Tracing the seams of my strapless bra, Hunter cups my breasts over the fabric. He kisses my skin over the tops of each cup before undoing the front clasp and letting the bra fall open.
I’d normally feel exposed, lying here with my dress pushed up to my hips with my breasts bare, but I don’t. Not with the reverent way Hunter looks at me, like he can’t believe his good fortune. Like he’s rock hard and hungry for me. I don’t feel like a shy data analyst. I feel like a strong, sexy goddess.
“Fuck, Tink. You are everything.” Hunter bites out the words before lavishing more attention on each breast with his tongue. Circling one nipple, he groans. I groan louder.
My nipple goes hard beneath his tongue, and when he bites down, I feel an ache so deep inside that I arch beneath him, wanting more contact.
My reaction fuels him, and he presses his hips against mine. I moan and grind against him, shamelessly chasing more of that blissful feeling. I’ve never wanted a man inside me like I do right now. Reaching down, I cup his erection through his pants, swallowing hard when its sheer girth fills my hand.
Hunter sits back on his heels and pulls me to a sitting position. He slides the dress down over my waist, carefully exposing me until I’m only wearing panties. He tosses the dress on top of his shirt. I undo his belt, feeling the heat of his stare.
I’m torn between wanting to run my hands over his abs and wanting his pants off as soon as humanly possible. Haste wins.
I unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. Still on his knees, he slides the denim down his legs and leans to the side to get the pants off. I take in the sight of him, all hard planes of muscle and lightly tanned skin. He’s perfection, and I unconsciously suck in my stomach a tiny bit.
Almost like he knows, Hunter grips my waist and bends tokiss my stomach. His tongue makes circles around my belly button before kissing me there.
He slides down on the bed and kisses my inner thigh, running his hand higher. “So wet for me. I love that.” His voice is so low and deep that I shiver. I don’t care if it’s obvious that I want him. In fact, I want him to know.
Continuing to kiss the delicate skin of my inner thighs, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of my useless panties and slides them down my legs, letting the fabric skim over my desperately aroused skin.
“Do you like this, Tink?” His smirk is all the hotter because he knows the answer. Because he’s doing everything he can to make sure I am enjoying this even though he’s going so slowly it’s almost painful.
“I do,” I breathe. I start to reach for him, but he intercepts my hands and pins them to the bed. He ducks down and continues kissing my inner thighs, moving higher until he reaches my throbbing center.
When his tongue flicks my clit, I almost come undone. It’s such an intense, incredible shock of pleasure that I actually see stars.
“Oh god, Hunter.”
He groans and gives me even more, his tongue working over the aching bundle of nerves until I’m arching and moaning and begging for more.
Soon I’m cresting the top of an orgasm, too breathless and brainless to do anything except ride it out. A wave of chills racks my body, and I start to go numb and hyperaware at the same time. It feels like I’m melting as the room shakes. Or maybe it’s my body. I shudder and moan and try to wordlessly let Hunter know exactly how good I feel.
“Come on, baby. Give me everything,” he urges. And I let myself go.
CHAPTER 23
Hunter
I’m not done findingways to give Gracie pleasure, not even close. But feeling her come on my tongue unleashes an incentive I need to get creative.
Gracie is lying on the bed with her arm over her eyes. She hasn’t moved since the first orgasm knocked her sideways, and I have no problem gearing up for number two. I just want to make sure she’s still with me.
“You okay there?” I can’t keep the chuckle out of my voice because she looks so utterly satisfied, her cheeks blooming hot pink, her lips parted, her limbs splayed out, totally relaxed.
Gracie lowers her arm from her face and blinks her eyes open, looking at me like she’s a little unsure. “This is real? That just happened?”
Now, I don’t even try to stifle my laughter. “If by ‘this,’ you mean that you came so hard the people in the bar six floors down spilled their drinks, then yeah, it fucking happened.”
She shakes her head, and her face gets even brighter, if that’s possible. “Good god.”
