He pushed away from the wall and walked toward her. “Yeah.”
Her head tipped back as he neared. “Want me to make you something?”
“Uh-uh.” Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he reached under her skirt and palmed her through her panties. Her breath rushed out and her eyelids fluttered. A pretty flush swept into her cheeks. “The only thing I want to sink my teeth into is standing in front of me.”
Her hand landed in the center of his chest, and a little moan filled his ears. “Hunter…”
He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer, working the widest part of his palm into the tight space between her thighs. She hung onto his shoulders and hitched one leg up to his waist. He slid his hand from the small of her back to the curve of her ass, lingered there for a squeeze, and then took hold of her thigh so she didn’t have to strain to keep the position. Because he liked the position. He stroked her again
, using the heel of his hand up front while his fingers delved lower, doing more than teasing the final frontier.
She tightened her arms and pressed her forehead to his chest. Her breath puffed over his skin. “I bought some things…yesterday.”
“I saw.” He stroked her more firmly, and her body went hot and damp. He squeezed. She shuddered and rocked against him impatiently. “Does it mean what I think it means?”
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Not so fast. I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”
That’s all the warning he gave her. He picked her up, went to his knees, and put her on the rug. The move startled a little scream out of her, and before it ended, he had her knees over his shoulders, her skirt around her hips, and her tight little ass suspended two feet off the ground.
She scrambled to push her skirt back into place at the same time he hauled her parted thighs closer to his face. “No…noooo…oh my God, Hunter Knox, don’t you dare!”
He held on, lifting her hips higher. She couldn’t put up much of a struggle with most of her body weight pressing into her shoulders. Wide blue eyes skidded around and finally connected with his.
“Madison, I’ve let you put your mouth all over me.” He scratched his chin along her thigh and she shrieked again. “Now it’s my turn.” Then he dipped his head and took his turn.
She bucked, and twisted, and cried out like a woman hurtling down the first drop on a roller coaster. He held on and took his time, letting his tongue roam over her through her panties, deliberately leaning in with every stroke so she’d feel his whiskers against the delicate skin inside her thighs. She shifted her legs to maximize the friction.
When the noises coming out of her graduated to restless moans, and her thighs clamped and released in an impatient flutter around his head, he dragged her panties aside and finally put his mouth on her. Just her. No barriers.
She arched up, gasping. Her fingers dove into his hair and held onto him like he was the only thing anchoring her to the planet. He circled her slick clit with the tip of his tongue while she moaned her appreciation and rocked into his touch. Self-conscious Madison had officially left the building—at least for now. Slowly, he widened and expanded the route into a figure eight, edging closer to her threshold with each pass.
Her breath came in gusts. She bent one knee deeper and braced the sole of her boot on his shoulder. His collarbone became her stirrup, and he really didn’t care if she cracked it clean in half. He knelt there between her legs and slid his tongue right to the quivering rim.
With an edgy, “Yesssss,” she shifted her hips and took him in. He kept still and let her use his tongue as she saw fit—let her control how fast and deep she wanted him. She wanted him slow and tentative, at first, but with each undulation of her hips, she increased the depth and speed. When her moves got jerky and less precise, he took over. Banding his hands around the backs of her thighs, he spread her wide and speared into her until his lips became her backstop. Then he proceeded to fuck her with slow, deep, swirling thrusts. A breathless stream of, “ooh…ooh…ooh,” followed.
Those little noises eventually blended into a long, needful, “Ohhhhhh.” He switched tactics, closed his lips around the tight knot of nerves at the tip of her clit and sucked her in. She braced her other boot heel on his shoulder, bowed and vibrated like a high-tension wire. Her grip on his hair turned punishing, and his scalp burned from the intensity of the sensations barreling down on her. She pulsed in his mouth for one heartbeat…two…and cried out his name in a ragged breath as her orgasm crashed over them.
“Now the bedroom,” he said and hauled her still-trembling body into his arms. A few long strides brought them to his bed. He slid his arm out from under her legs and let the toes of her boots touch the floor.
She cuddled against him, warm and boneless, and cupped her palm against his cheek. He felt her smile against his chest, and then she pressed a kiss over his heart. Did she feel it racing like a fucking bullet train? A second later she tipped her head up and sent a lazy grin his way. Her misty eyes didn’t quite focus. “That was the best breakfast I ever had.”
The sly smile was impossible to resist. He leaned down and kissed her pliant, parted lips. When he raised his head they were both breathing heavy. “Baby, we’re nowhere near done with breakfast. That was just the first course. We haven’t even tried the condiments yet.”
Confusion stole over her face. “Condiments?”
He gestured to the lube and latex on his nightstand, and suddenly the lightness of the moment evaporated for him, because he thought about her arriving home yesterday afternoon, excited about her good news and her bag of treats. And he’d stayed out drinking and sulking because she couldn’t wait to not need him anymore.
But apparently she needed him for this, and he could deliver in motherfucking spades. He put a finger to the center of her chest and pushed. She staggered back. Her legs hit the bed and she landed on his mattress. “Be gentle with me.”
“You’re in the driver’s seat, Madison. Be gentle with me.” He unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them down, and kicked his feet free. Okay, sure, his engorged cock might have undermined his words, but hopefully she wasn’t too nervous. She’d handled him plenty in the last weeks, and she knew he could take his fair share of punishment.
The punishment started now, because she tugged off a boot and then tossed it over her shoulder. The second boot landed with a thud just seconds behind the first. Then she got to her knees on the bed and unbuttoned her skirt. The scrape of the zipper came next. Finally, she shimmied out of it, and tossed the skirt and her silky white panties to the floor. She knelt there in the center of his bed, facing him, the hem of the sweater reaching the tops of her thighs.
Blood pumped heavy in his veins, flowing like a river of fire into his dick, leaving him lightheaded at the thought of finally seeing her completely naked. No panties, no slouchy, threadbare T-shirt that drove him insane with everything it revealed—and everything it hid. He crawled onto the bed, cock leading the way, and reached for the hem of her sweater. She scrunched her arms across her middle. “My stomach’s still not…normal.”
“You’re beautiful.” He gave the sweater a tug, but she didn’t move her arms.