Page 135 of Resurgent

He mumbles his agreement against my lips, but he doesn’t hold back, devouring me so thoroughly to make up for our mere hours apart. His hand curves around my waist, pulling me into him and kissing me like it's been weeks rather than hours since we were together last.

The sexual tension that's been building over the last month is driving me wild. Every time we've gotten close to having sex, something has happened and we've been interrupted which has left us both needy and borderline careless. Hunter looks at me too long in formation, I stand closer than I should when we coincidentally stand in the coffee line together. And I swear every time he says my name in that low, steady voice of his, I'm ready to pull him into the closest room to climb on top of him.

When he forces himself to pull back, his forehead rests against mine, breath warm on my lips.

“I shouldn’t have done that here,” he murmurs.

“And yet, you did.”

“Yeah.” His thumb sweeps over my now swollen bottom lip. “But every time I see you, my Gods damn common sense disappears.”

My heart twists, and I know I’m smiling at him like a fool, but I can’t stop.

He brushes a stray strand of hair from my cheek, eyes softening in that way that makes my knees weak.

The floor creaks, and we freeze as two voices stop to talk mere aisles away.

Hunter grabs my hand and tugs me into a small cove stacked with dusty books.

The raw need I've been feeling amplifies at the thought of being caught, and I reach down, carefully unzipping his pants and sliding his cock out so I can take him in my mouth.

I'm about to lower to my knees when I catch a spark of mischief spreading across Hunter's face.

Before I can move, he's backing me into the stack behind me, and lifting my hands above my head. In one smooth motion, pulls the hair pony on my wrist out, twists it around my other, and loops it over his finger, binding my wrists together and taking complete control.

With his free hand, he lifts one leg, spreading it enough for him to step between them and rubs his tip against my already drenched lace thong.

"More," I mouth, earning a smile just before his lips crash back into mine.

I'm desperate for more, writhing against him until he presses into me, his tip so thick I moan into his mouth.

“Did you hear something?” One guy asks, and I freeze.

Hunter’s eyes flick to mine, and for the first time since grabbing me, he looks truly worried.

Of course, he does; he doesn’t know what I could do if I had to.

I let my confidence in my magic chase away my own nerves as I lean forward and kiss his throat, working my way up the sensitive path until I'm sucking his ear into my mouth.

His sharp inhale is like ecstasy for my ears.

"Since you can't be good while you take me, I guess you'll just have to settle on something else," he whispers just before his fingers leave my thigh and press into my drenched pussy.

My head falls back against the wooden beam, a light thud coming from it, but Hunter doesn't stop working me.

Two fingers, then three…all moving at the perfect speed and hitting every spot I could dream up.

“Baby—” he groans. “You're sure this is what you want?”

"Mmhmmm."

"Oh Gods! Hunter! I'm so close," I try to whisper, though the recruits must be long gone, because there is no chance they wouldn't have heard us if they were still here.

He moves his thumb to my work my clit at the same time his fingers curl inside me, and his pinky presses against my asshole. Every sensation becomes too much, and I'm moaning far to loud for such a quiet space.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky, but I’ll do it a million times over," he says, gently lowering my leg to the ground and releasing my wrists so he can stabilize me.

Removing his jacket, he cleans me up with his shirt. “Now, you need to get to Dragon Riding, Ms. Corvin, or I’m going to bring you home and make you scream my name.”