Body Rush (Masters of Pleasure 1)

“Don’t worry, I already figured out a way to work off the extra calories.”

He cupped her tit and brought it to his mouth, then started to lick her clean. With her gaze soaking him in, Hunter bit her nipple. Jeanette cried out his name and clutched on to his head. Unable to help himself, he swiped his tongue over the other turgid peak, then suckled. Jeanette shuddered and tunneled her fingers in his hair. He swirled his tongue around the puffy areola before sucking as much as he could into his mouth.

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed out. “That feels…that feels so good.”

He pulled back and stared at her. “Take your hair down,” he commanded as he stepped back away from the table. He yanked the hem of his shirt out of the waistband and pulled it over his head. Tossing it aside, he went to work unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. When Jeanette lifted her fingers to her hair, Hunter stopped, riveted to the sight she presented. As she pulled the elastic band free, then shook her head, Hunter’s cock throbbed. Shiny strands the color of mocha fluttered down her back, nearly hitting the table. In the brightly lit room, her hands now clutching the edge of the table, Hunter thought she looked too damn young for what he had in mind. A tempting little innocent and he had no goddamn business touching her. The hell if he could bring himself to stop though.

She’d been in his sights for too long; walking away was not a fucking option. It didn’t much matter that she had the look of a woman who’d barely been touched. He didn’t want to think about all the women he’d been with before Jeanette. For now, the sweet coffee shop owner was all that mattered, and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of every moment he had with her.

Hunter closed the few inches between them and cupped her cheek, her desire visible in her expression. His gut clenched. “I’ve wanted you for too long, baby. I have a lot of wicked ideas for you. And it’s going to be pure hell going slow, but I want this to last. I need to savor you.”

She slid a hand over his chest, sifting her fingers through his chest hair before moving down his ribcage. When she came to his abdomen and stopped, Hunter nearly snarled in protest. He ached to feel her slender hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing and driving him insane.

“I’m not the most experienced woman, Hunter, but I want you. You gave me a choice, remember? I could’ve let you walk away. I didn’t.”

“I’m very happy with your choice,” he whispered.

“I do have one request though.”

“A request?”

“Yes. I want to lick the brownie off you, too. Will you let me?”

If any other woman had asked a question like that, Hunter would’ve known she was playing the innocent card to the hilt. But this was Jeanette and she didn’t seem to know how to titillate a man. Her softly spoken question had his cock swelling painfully. As it was he’d be lucky not to come the instant her tongue touched the head of his dick.

Hunter leaned forward and kissed her, letting his tongue drift over her lower lip. Damn, he loved her mouth. His preoccupation with it was rivaled only by his fascination with her ass. “I think I can accommodate that request,” he said against her lips, “but you’ll have to get undressed first. I wouldn’t want you to ruin that pretty skirt.”

When she bit her lip and looked away, Hunter knew he’d said something wrong. “What did I say, sweets?”

Jeanette picked at an imaginary speck on her skirt and crossed her legs at the ankles, as if suddenly uncomfortable. “My body isn’t…I’m not model-thin.”

Hunter couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d thrown ice water on him. “You think you’re fat?”

She quirked her brow at him. “I’m shaped like a pear. Trust me, I should know.”

“Horseshit.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he chastised. “I’ve been salivating over your ass for months.”

Jeanette’s eyes widened. “You have?”

Hunter clutched her waist and lifted her off the table. He went to his knees in front of her, clutching her hips to keep her from retreating. “I haven’t seen you completely naked, baby, but I’ve undressed you about a hundred times in my mind. None of my thoughts had anything to do with pears either.” He drifted his hands under her skirt and slid them upward. He didn’t stop until he had them filled with her soft womanly curves, covered by what felt like satin and lace. “Take the skirt off,” he softly commanded. “Let me worship this sweet ass.”

Jeanette didn’t speak as her fingers went to the zipper at her side. She slid it down, then popped the button free. Hunter did the rest. Grasping at the material, he tugged until he was eye level with a pair of sexy white panties. As the skirt pooled at her feet, he ordered, “Step out of it.”

Clutching on to his shoulders for support, Jeanette lifted one foot, then the other. Hunter sat back on his haunches and stared right at paradise.

He smoothed his palms over lush, creamy hips, a nipped-in waist and full round tits. As he pinched both puffy nipples, Jeanette’s fingers dug into his shoulders, the little sting barely dragging him out of his lusty haze.

Hunter captured her warm, brown gaze with his own. “I don’t see a pear when I look at you. I see a sweet, tempting woman. Sexy and as soft as silk. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you.”

“No one has ever talked to me like you do,” she admitted, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

“Maybe you weren’t dating the right men then.”

“I wish you would’ve asked me to serve you six months ago.”