“Look at you,” he growled. “Lying on my bed, waiting for me. Dammit, Ava, you are gorgeous.”
His words relaxed me. Made me brave. I slid up the bed, reclining against the pillows, and let my legs fall open. “I’m waiting, Hunter.” I bit the end of my finger. “And I don’t like to wait.”
He was on me in a second. Our mouths fused together, our kiss heated and desperate. His chest hair was rough on my breasts, his weight on top of me warm and welcome. We explored each other, licking, kissing, touching, and learning. I discovered two dimples at the top of his buttocks. Felt the strength of his shoulders as he flexed over me, my hands gripping his sinewy back. His hair was as soft as I remembered, and he loved it when I ran my fingers through it. I rolled on top of him, exploring his torso, running my tongue along the ridges of his abs, his flat brown nipples that were hard under my mouth. I cupped him, his cock hot and silky in my hand. He groaned as I teased the crown but stopped me from putting my mouth on him.
“It’ll be over before it’s begun, sweetheart. Save that for later.”
Then I was under him again. He made short work of the condom and settled between my legs. Gripping my hip, he brushed the blunt head over my opening, easing in. He braced himself on his elbows, pressing his forehead to mine as he groaned in complete satisfaction.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“More.” I arched my hips. “I want all of you.”
He gave it to me. One snap of his hips and he was lodged inside, the feeling of being claimed and possessed filling me. I gasped his name, and he took my mouth, beginning to move. He didn’t hold back, his strokes powerful and intense. I was awash in sensation. His heat soaked into my body and his scent filled my head. He moved inside me, the pleasure spiking fast, and I gripped at his shoulders.
“That’s it, baby. Come fast for me, then I’ll take you there again.” He slipped his fingers between us, stroking my clit, and I exploded. My muscles clamped down and I cried out. He kept moving, gripping the old headboard as he grunted and cursed.
“You feel so good.”
“Fuck, never—it’s never…”
“Grip me. Yeah, just like that, Ava. Jesus, you are perfect.”
“I can’t… Come again, Ava. Come with me.”
I shivered, feeling another orgasm barreling down on me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, and he hitched them higher, driving deeper and chanting my name in a low, throaty growl. He stiffened and dropped his head, letting out a long, deep cry. I shattered again, my body shaking, my muscles gripping him. He kissed me, long, slow, and sweetly as our bodies finally eased. For a moment, he dropped to my chest, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, stroking the back of his head. There were no sounds aside from our erratic breathing and the rustle of the bedding under us.
He lifted his head, the silvery blue of his eyes now a banked fire. He smiled and took my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist.
“Little Dragon,” was all he said in a whisper. “Thank you.”
I felt an odd sense of loss as he rolled off me and left the room. He returned quickly, scooping me up and lifting the covers. He joined me under them, then paused before turning out the light. “You’re staying, yes?”
“If you want me to.”
He snapped off the light and reached for me, pulling me to his chest. “I’m not done with you yet, so yes, I want.”
I smiled against his skin. He began to run his fingers through my hair, his touch light and gentle. “Sleep for a while.”
I was too tired to argue. I nestled closer, my smile getting bigger as I felt him tighten his arm. A few moments later, his deep breathing told me he was out. I slid my arm around his waist, anchoring myself to him, and let sleep claim me too.
* * *
I woke up on fire. At least, I thought I was on fire. It didn’t take me long to figure out why. Hunter was wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back, his body like a furnace. Cash was asleep, draped over our feet at the end of the bed, snoring away. He emitted enough warmth to heat the entire room. Between the two of them, I was suffocating. I blinked in the early morning light. There was a towel on the floor, dropped from Hunter chasing me into the room and yanking it from my body.
He had woken me only a couple of hours after we’d fallen asleep, his mouth on my neck, his hand stroking me. He’d pulled back my leg and entered me from behind, moving in long, slow thrusts, caressing my sensitive clit until I exploded around him. Then he took me to the shower, and we kissed and explored each other as we washed and rinsed. I’d dropped to my knees and taken him in my mouth as he let his head fall to the faded tile wall and groaned out his pleasure.