Page 89 of Bleacher Report
The vibrations instantly jolt through me, a shocking, delicious thrum that makes me gasp and arch into him.
His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat.
I tilt my head back, giving him more, my fingers tangling in his hair as a shaky moan slips free.
Hunter’s hands find my hips, and with a low growl, he bends me forward, pressing me into the rumbling dryer.
The steady vibration throbs against my clit, pulling a gasp from my lips as heat floods my core.
My eyes flutter closed, my body arching instinctively into the sensation, every nerve ending coming alive under his touch.
His lips curve against my skin. “How good does that feel, Peyton?”
I shudder against him, pressing closer. “It’s driving me crazy...I need more.”
His hands tighten around my hips, anchoring me as the dryer hum buzzes against my core, each vibration making my pulse race harder.
“How much more?” he asks, his voice a low, rough rasp against my ear.
I slide one hand down between us, cupping the hard length of him that’s settled heavy and hot against my lace panties. His entire body jerks at the contact.
“What if we forget rule number one?” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Just for tonight. I want all of you, Hunter. Right now.”
“I told you Collins, I’m yours for whatever you want until this deal is over. If you want me, you can have me. All of me.”
His fingers slide around my hips, slow and sure, before he lifts me off the dryer and into his arms like I’m something fragile he can’t afford to drop.
I melt against him, my heart hammering as he carries me toward the hallway without breaking eye contact.
"Where are we going?" I ask, feigning disappointment. "I liked the dryer."
He smirks, brushing a kiss against my mouth before pulling back just enough to lock me in place with a look that’s pure sin.
"Now that I’ve got a one-night hall pass on our rules..." he says, his hands flexing against my ass, sending a pulse straight to my core, "I’m taking you to the shower, Collins—because you and I are about to make a fucking mess out of this little body you just handed over to me."
His eyes drag over the soaked fabric of my bra clinging to my skin, and a heated flush spreads across my chest. He licks his lips.
My body.
His to touch, to ruin, just for tonight.
I swear my whole body vibrates harder than the damn dryer we just left behind.
But I lift my chin anyway, meeting his dark, hungry gaze with a slow, wicked smile. "Then what are you waiting for, Reed?" I whisper. "Make a mess."
He carries me to the hallway shower and closes the door. In the bathroom, he backs me against the tile wall, his hands slipping beneath the last scraps of my clothing. The water splashes cold when he reaches in to turn the shower on, and he grimaces when the icy spray hits him—but he doesn’t stop.
He’s too busy stripping off my bra and panties like he’s starving for the feel of me.
His mouth crashes back onto mine, stealing the words from my lips. His tongue dips inside, deep and hungry, just as he spins me under the warm spray as the water finally heats.
I gasp against him, my frozen body coming alive under the dual assault of the hot water and his scorching kiss.
My hand slides down, finding him—hard, hot, and ready—and I wrap my fingers around his cock, giving a teasing squeeze.
He groans into my mouth, bucking against my hand.
“Slow down, Peyton,” he warns, his voice tight with strain. “Or I’ll come all over your hand.”
