Page 117 of The Mating Game
“I’m not really that per—Ah.”
His hips draw away to give me that slow, delicious friction as he pulls out, my eyes rolling back a bit as my belly tenses, flooding with warmth.
“Trust me,” he sighs, easing inside again as I gasp with it. “You are.”
He doesn’t hesitate to do it all over again, forming a steady rhythm, in and out, that has me clinging to him tighter. He isn’t looking at me—his gaze is fixed on the place where we’re connected, watching himself push into me. My eyes drift closed as I lean in to press my lips to his throat, mouthing there softly as I push my fingers into his hair.
“Hunter,” I breathe. “Right there.”
He pulls out just to drive back inside, hitting the place that makes me lose my breath. “There?”
“Yes.”
I feel one large hand at my shoulder, a finger hooking into my neckline to pull my sweater away, and then there’s the hot wet of his tongue and his teeth as he sucks at a place near my collarbone, which damn near makes me forget my own name. I pull him tighter, which seems impossible given how little room there is between us as it is, and through it all Hunter never stops the way herocks into me, moving a little faster with each thrust as his stuttered breath washes against my shoulder.
“Hunter,” I huff at his neck. “Can you—? I just need—”
As if he can read my mind, I feel his other hand snaking between us, pressing against my clit, rolling the sensitive bundle under his fingertips as pleasure sparks between my legs and my thighs tremble.
“I love the sounds you make when you come,” he rasps into my shoulder. He bites gently before he licks it, and I shudder as I remember what he said about my mating gland. “Can you come for me?”
“Keep—Yes.Right there.Don’t—Please. Please don’t—Fuck, Hunter.”
He grunts when I come apart, my entire body shaking against his as I moan through my orgasm. It seems to go on forever with the way he continues to drive into me, chasing after his own release and prolonging that humming current that seems to be coursing through every inch of my skin. He’s loud and rough when he finishes, groaning nonsense that I can’t fully catch. Words likefuckandperfectandso goodare the only pieces my brain can pick up on.
I feel his knot swell, pressing against my inner walls, leaving behind that delicious feeling of fullness, and I think there’s a good chance I might be a little addicted to the sensation. Will anything after this ever compare to him? Why does the thought of doing this with anyone else leave me irritated and a bit sad? I have to push the thoughts away, not wanting them to sour my mood.
His chest heaves against me as he holds me close afterward, his lips trailing along my jaw before they find mine. “I have no idea how we’ve gotten any work done this weekend.”
“It’s fine,” I assure him. “I remember back in my high schoolhealth class they said you’re supposed to share your body heat to avoid hypothermia in extreme temperatures.”
Hunter smiles against my mouth. “I don’t think this is what they meant.”
“Whatever. Same difference.”
I’m fully aware of how close he is—howfullof him I still am—but none of this seems to faze Hunter. His face is hardly inches away from mine when his hands come up between us in that same adorable little would-be camera gesture as he makes a clicking sound with his mouth.
I bite softly at my lower lip. “Another moment you want to remember?”
He smiles as he kisses me again, and just when I think we might be here for a good while, there’s aclickabove us, causing us both to turn up our faces as a sudden blast of slightly warm air begins to pour from the vent overhead. Hunter’s surprised expression matches mine when his eyes find my face, and my lips tilt at the corners as I wind my arms around his neck once more.
“I guess they fixed the line,” he comments.
“Oh my God, we canshower,” I gush. I shift my hips, both of us wincing. “I definitely need one.”
“I keep making a mess of you,” he murmurs.
My smile widens as he closes the distance between us, brushing his lips against mine as he leans into the kiss. “I guess that means you should come clean me up then.”
“Are you asking me to shower with you?”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”
“Hmm.” He kisses me again, slower this time. “I can’t promise you’ll get clean.”
I grin against his mouth. “Sort of the whole point.”
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