“I want to hear all about it.”
His lips curve up. “Maybe not right now.”
“Are you sure? I’m an excellent multitasker,” I tell him as I peel off my bra and toss it off to the side.
Hunter shakes his head at me, grabbing me around the waist and tugging me close so he can bend his head and kiss the swell of my bare breast. “I promise you all the Italy pillow talk you desire as soon as we’re done.”
I miss a beat as he presses those incredible lips of his to my skin. “Be careful what you promise,” I say with some effort as my heart rate picks back up. “I could keep you here all night, and this isn’t our house.”
“Talk until sunrise if you want to. No one gets through that door until I say they do.”
“Mm. It must be nice to have your power,” I tease.
“It is,” he says with a roguish smile.
I smile back, working my fingers through his hair as he shifts his attention to my breasts. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as that wonderful mouth of his moves across my sensitive skin, eliciting a collection of thrilling sensations I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve explored my own body a bit, but I’ve never even been tempted to let anyone else touch me.
Well, not since that night Hunter was in my bedroom, but I knew I wasn’t ready for it then.
I’m not sure I’m ready now, either, but I’m not sure I could ever feel ready for this. I’m excited for it now, even if I know it’s a little—a lot—reckless.
He’s not even my boyfriend. It seems unfathomable that I should let someone who isn’t even my boyfriend be my first, but… it’s Hunter, and that trumps boyfriend.
His mouth closes around my nipple and I gasp, a shock of pleasure shooting right through me. Hunter’s grip on my waist tightens. He keeps me close when I’m tempted to squirm away.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask abruptly.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, sending another lightning bolt through my body. He looks up at me, only unlatching his mouth long enough to say, “Sure do,” then his mouth is on me again, melting what’s left of my sane, rational brain.
I never knew boobs could elicit such pleasure. It’s probably more intense because it’s Hunter. I open my eyes and look down to remind myself it’s really him, he’s really here, and this is really happening.
His mouth moves lower. He kisses his way down to my belly button. I’m still wearing jeans, so he starts to unbutton them.
As much as I want him, a thrill of fear shoots through me. That reluctance reemerges without his mouth on mine. A little voice in the back of my head whispers that there’s something off, something not quite right. That maybe I should stick to my first feeling that this isn’t the time or place for this.
“Wait,” I say again, reaching for his hands and pushing them away. He got me unbuttoned, but the panic set in again when he reached the zipper. I break away, knowing I need to get some distance from him so I can think straight.
Unfortunately, he knows that, too.
“No,” he says, grabbing me and pulling me back against him.
There’s nowhere to run, anyway. The bedroom isn’t that small, but Hunter has me cornered by the bed and the wall. Now he pulls me back against his hard body. My eyes close as he slides his hand down my stomach and goes for the zipper again.
“You’re not running from this,” he tells me, almost absently kissing the shell of my ear as he tugs down my zipper. “I’ve been waiting for this and so have you.”
“I have not,” I deny, even though I’m not confident in the words as they leave my lips.
“No? Why haven’t you fucked anyone else, then?”
Looking back at him with the driest expression I can muster, I tell him, “Because you told all the guys not to fuck me.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. “That’s not why. Don’t try to pretend you don’t feel it between us, Riley. You feel it, just like I do. There’s something here, something… unbreakable. A pull neither one of us can resist, no matter how much we think we should.”
My heart skips a beat. As he says those words, he grabs my jaw and tilts my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder. His lips find my neck and my ability to reason takes a critical hit.
Then his hand slides down the open front of my jeans. Cupping my pussy in his hand, he says, “This is mine. I was always meant to take it first. It doesn’t matter when or where it happens, Riley, it only matters that it’s you and me.”
Damn it all, he’s right. Or maybe he’s wrong, but he’s so persuasive, I’m having trouble keeping my thoughts straight.