“We need to take our time with this,” I whispered, even though deep inside I couldn’t hold myself back once I started with her. There would be no control, no matter how much I would try to tell myself that.
“Do we?” Zola’s gaze said that she was ready to flirt with fire. And when she licked her lips, she struck a match.
A soft and sweet midnight breeze passed us from the opened window. Her nipples had already been hard, but now they stiffened and pushed more through the fabric. In that moment, I knew she had no idea what to do either. Just like me, she seemed scared, but hungry to try it.
I wanted, more than anything, to touch her, to bury my hands in her soft hair, to slip off that lovely dress and bend her over. I could feel the certainty blazing through my veins.
And, because I was so good at my job—reading people and situations—I was too aware of the energy of tonight, the intensity, the sensual silence cocooning us. Words dangled in the air between us. Hot ones, dripping in need. Heightened sexual awareness. I could smell it rising between us.
“I want to kiss you,” I whispered.
She blinked.
I continued, “And the right thing to do would be to give you time to think this over. A lot happened tonight. The apartment. The release party. This stalker has you stressed. And you’re exhausted—”
Her words came out breathless. “Just kiss me, Hunter.”
The intensity of her voice made me insane. I couldn’t help myself. Heart pounding, I lifted my hand to her hair and sank my fingers into those silky strands.
“I can’t lose you, Zola, if this doesn’t work.”
She raised her head and met my gaze. “You won’t. I promise. You could never lose me.”
And there, in the moonlit suite, I took her into my arms and devoured her.
I plunged my mouth down onto hers, tenderly forcing her teeth apart with my tongue and relishing in her own tongue, working at first with hesitation and then letting the passion take over.
She tasted of sex. Of hunger. I knew she would be my salvation, if I took it there with her. If I just opened myself to it all.
I had to go hard. I couldn’t give her a regular kiss. We’d waited too long. She’d have to be tasted in a different way. It had to be different from the kisses she’d gotten in high school, college, and even with her dating in New York.
I dipped my tongue in and out of her mouth, slipping and sliding on her sweetness. Taking possession of her mouth. Giving her a preview of how I intended to take her body and soul.
Groaning, she leaned in closer.
Lust shot through me like a bullet. The wrongness of this kiss prowled in the shadows of my mind like a burglar. But I sliced it down. I killed any thought that would make me stop kissing her.
“Zola.” I slipped my hands down, cupping her lush ass, gripping it fiercely.
Our bodies pressed together at the center.
We both wanted each other, bad. I felt the heat surrounding us, calling to the wild desires inside our hearts.
Zola moved those hips, taunting me, inviting me into a slow, sensual dance with her. And there I stood, barely able to maintain control. It didn’t help that she seemed as starved as I was.
I needed her beneath me. Moaning from my cock. Taking it deep.
Damn. She’s mine.
I consumed her.
I needed to get her naked as soon as possible. With her bare to me, I could finally taste her. She deserved to have me spread those lovely pussy lips apart and have me bury my face in it. Never stopping. Never coming up for air.
Licking and sucking on her for days.
I needed her scent all over me. I yearned for my cock to be wet from her.
It wouldn’t be long before she would be coming all over my face.
16
Not Tonight
Zola
His lips were delicious. I loved the taste of him.
I reached for his belt, needing more.
Hunter’s hand shot up in pure speed. I was stunned by the speed. The feel of his hand capturing my wrist made me tremble with anticipation. Still, he kept his mouth on mine and sucked on my bottom lips, before letting me go. “Not tonight.”
I did my best to keep the whine out of my tone. “Not tonight?”
“No.”
I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed.
We’d just crossed a line, and I loved it. I wanted to taste him some more. And his body burned hot under my touch, as if he was the very fire that could destroy my soul.
“We have to take our time,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because…one, I don’t want to rush this, not when I’ve wanted you for so long. And two…my head is fogged with you right now. I can’t think. At the moment, I’m not focused on finding this guy. I’m just focused on sticking my cock inside you.”