Page 89 of Regret

She placed her hand on his shoulder, urging him to turn back so she could take a closer look. There were heart shapes that decorated the inside of the circle, the intricate lines weaving the hearts together, giving it a maze-like effect. The tattoo covered almost his entire upper back. It was beautiful.

Scarlet traced her fingertips over the inked lines. “It’s a Celtic love knot. I’ve seen one like this before.”

Hunter gave a step forward and turned, blocking off her view of his back. “It’s a Celtic love symbol, Scar. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen it in a lot of places.”

Scarlet stepped back. “Yeah. Probably.”

“Okay, enough with all the heavy talk.” He roughed a hand through his hair. “We should get some sleep.”

And then Scarlet watched as he got on the couch, her eyebrows almost touching her hairline. “Are you sleeping there?”

He glanced at her. “Where else should I sleep? You made it perfectly clear that I’m on the couch the other day when you didn’t even want me sleeping in the same room as you.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, that was before I fucked you.”

He snorted. “I fucked you, Scar.”

“We fucked each other.”

He raised a brow. “That’s a lot of fucking.”

“And I want to do it again.”

“So do I.”

He got up from the couch and stalked toward her with the kind of swagger a man with all the power in the world would have. This man was the walking personification of confidence, like he knew he had the power to melt the panties off any woman. Which he did. Lucky for her, she didn’t wear panties half the time. There probably wasn’t a woman in this world who wouldn’t want to experience a piece of him at least once in their lives. Scarlet, for one, wanted to experience it every damn day for as long as possible.

By the time he stopped in front of her, standing so close she could feel his breath skidding across her cheek, she was already rubbing her thighs together.

With a body that towered over her, and eyes that spoke volumes, telling her exactly what went on in that dirty mind of his, he stared down at her. Promises of mind blowing sexual pleasure swirled around those green irises and Scarlet once again found herself lost in their depths.

Hunter glanced down at her body. “When you’re standing naked in front of me like you’re doing now, there is only one thing I want to do, and that’s make you scream my name when I make you come over and over and over again until your body just can’t take it anymore.” He lifted his hand and lazily drew soft circles around her nipples with his fingertip.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Hunter slanted his head to the side like he was contemplating all the ways he could make her shudder, make her body explode into tiny pieces of unadulterated pleasure. It sent the most powerful surge of anticipation straight from her core right up to her chest, her knees already turning weak.

Gently he dragged his finger down between her breasts, slowly moving over her stomach, her navel, until he stopped just above her pubic bone. “I want you to trust me, Scar.”

“I do.”

“No, I mean really trust me.” With his other hand he took a red streak of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. “I want you to not fight me. Just tonight, don’t fight me.”

“You want me to give you control?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the only way you will ever be able to trust me.”

“And your need to control everything has nothing to do with it?”

Hunter let go of her hair, but his other hand remained close to where she knew he was headed. “I won’t lie to you by saying that I don’t have my own selfish reasons for wanting control over your body. You need to let go, and I need control. We need each other.”

Hunter’s lips kissed the spot just below her ear, sending shivers all the way down her spine. “But I do want you to trust me, and I also know that by giving me full control over you,” his finger slipped lower until it softly touched her between her legs, “over your body, is the only way for you to be able to fully trust me.”

Scarlet’s breathing deepened as his finger slipped through her heat, and she knew her body betrayed her by letting him feel exactly how turned on she was. Even with the idea of giving this man complete control he still managed to have her body ignited with a kind of need that felt surreal to her.

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