Body Rush (Masters of Pleasure 1)

She blushed. Even after everything they’d done, she still shied away from his compliments. “Thank you.”

He touched his lips to hers, enjoying the sweet, strawberries-and-cream flavor of her. “You just screamed and came beneath me and yet you’re still so polite,” he wondered aloud. “I’ll treasure the sight of you in that moment, little love.”

That look came across her face again, so fleeting he wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it. “I should be going. It’s getting late.”

There was something in her voice, but Hunter couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Determined not to dwell, he moved off the bed and reached out a hand. “Come, we’ll shower together.”

She took his hand and he helped her off the bed. When she grabbed for the black throw blanket, Hunter scowled. “What are you doing?”

“Covering up.”

He tugged her away from the bed. “No. I like looking at you. Besides, I’ve already touched, licked and fucked every delectable inch of you. I think it’s safe to ditch the shyness.”

She glared at him. “Do you have to spell it out like that?”

He nudged her into the bathroom and turned on the light. “You didn’t mind my dirty mouth when we were in bed.”

“Well, we’re not in bed now.”

Hunter leaned down and kissed her. He’d never been that big on kissing but he couldn’t seem to keep his lips off Jeanette. As he went to the shower, turned the knobs, and tested the water, he noticed Jeanette start to get a little antsy. He moved to discreetly dispose of the condom, then stepped into the tub and wagged his eyebrows. “Come on, sweetness, time to wash all those pretty curves.”

When she stepped under the hot spray and closed her eyes, as if savoring the moment, Hunter moved, inexorably drawn by the wet, sensual woman. He let his hand wrap around the nape of her neck, directly over the little bruise he’d given her when he’d suckled and bit her. Jeanette’s eyes darted open.

“What is it?”

His gaze shot to hers. “You have a bruise here.” He stroked the spot with his finger.

Her hand flew to her neck. “A hickey?”

Water cascaded down her breasts and Hunter had to swallow back the need to go to his knees and worship her with his tongue and mouth. “Yeah, sorry.”

She squinted up at him. “You don’t sound sorry.”

Hunter shrugged, his hand tightening before he forced himself to release her. “Fuck it, I’m not sorry. I’m glad you have my mark on you.”

Jeanette looked him over. “You don’t have my mark. That doesn’t seem fair.”

He angled his head, exposing the side of his neck. “I’m all yours, sweetness.”

Jeanette took a step forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. Hunter wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her in tight. She licked her lips and stood on her tiptoes. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the picture of seductive beauty.

At the first touch of her tongue, Hunter went rigid. “Suck, pretty baby,” he urged.

Jeanette hummed against his skin, the vibration traveling straight to his cock. Her tongue swiped over him once more before she pressed her lips to his wet flesh and sucked. Teeth scraped over his pulse. Hunter let loose a vicious string of curses. Several torturous seconds later, she released him and stepped back, a pleased smile on her face. “There, now we’re even.”

“Yeah.” The sound of blood rushing through his veins had obliterated his ability to think. How could one small woman so effortlessly drive him to his knees? He couldn’t get used to his reaction to Jeanette. Lust was too shallow a word to describe the way he felt. A best-selling author and yet he couldn’t put his own feelings into words.

Later for that, he decided. Right now he had a sexy, slippery female to lather up.

Hunter drove his motorcycle into the abandoned parking lot, Jeanette’s small, stiff body behind him. She’d barely said two words after they’d showered. As he pulled up to the back door of her coffee shop, next to a little silver two door and shut off the engine, Hunter helped her off.

She unstrapped the helmet and handed it to him, then began to smooth the wrinkles out of her skirt. Hunter frowned. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and it was beginning to piss him off.

“Thank you for…everything,” she said, her voice soft, uncertain. “I had a wonderful time.”

Thank you? Hunter hooked the helmet over the handlebars then flipped the kickstand down and stood. He closed the gap between them. “Talk to me, Jeanette. Did I do something wrong?” Unable to stand the distance, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close. Damn, she fit him perfectly. It felt so fucking right to have her in his arms. Tension seeped out of him when Jeanette’s slim arms slid around his neck. So easy and comfortable, as if they’d embraced like this a hundred times.