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Was it worth everything we’d sacrifice to be together?
It certainly felt worth it in his arms.
Hunter kissed the tops of my breasts, sending another streak of lighting across my body. My nipples hardened, wanting his mouth there, his hands. Wanting him to end this torment inside me in the way only he could. His lips reclaimed mine, his kiss possessive, more passionate. We were slowly losing control, slowly spiraling into territory from which we could never return.
His hands moved to my back and unhooked the clasps on my bra. I let the loops guide carefully down my arms, his fingertips trailing along behind them in sinful anticipation. He bent his head, taking one taut nipple between his lips. I tossed my head back, relishing every stream of pleasure erupting through me at that moment. It had been so long—too long since I’d been with a man. Though nothing matched this. This was different.
Hunter was different. He was everything.
His tongue stroked the tight little bud at the center of my breast. Each flick a taunting reminder of what was yet to come. I moaned. The man hadn’t even made love to me yet, and I was already close to coming. My God, I would never survive a night in this man’s bed.
Though, I was more than willing to try.
“God, Hunter,” I said, panting. “I need you. Right now.”
He smiled against me, rising up to capture my lips before adding, “I’m all yours.”
I shifted him back toward the couch. We fell back against the cushions in a puddle of laughter and limbs. He moved over top of me, untangling our bodies and legs until he found that sweet spot between my thighs. His fingertips stroked my womanhood, my underwear already wet with pleasure and ready for him.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his lips at my chin. “Tell me how you want it.”
“I want whatever you have to offer.” Because it already felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before. There was something about being with Hunter that made me feel alive. I never wanted that feeling to end.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips. “As you wish.”
In one easy move, he lifted the edges of my skirt and pushed it up around my hips. A shiver of ecstasy wove through me, and I reminded myself to breathe. I denied myself this for too long. I deserved to be happy, to feel this way. There was no convincing me otherwise. His fingers looped around the edges of my underwear and pulled them down over my legs. He bent his head and placed a kiss along the inside of one knee, moving upward to kiss the crease of my thigh.
When his lips touched my center, a blinding warmth shattered through me. Like a blazing inferno, I let the fire consume me. Every stroke of his tongue sent me flying higher, experiencing delights I never wanted to imagine with anyone else. Hunter was it. He was the ultimate. There could never be anyone else for me again.
He slid one finger inside me, joining in the tantalizing rhythm of his tongue. No one ever made me feel this good. Slowly, the threads holding me together unraveled—fraying, tugging within me until I was primed to snap. I dove my fingers into his hair, finding anything to ground me to this world as the wave of pleasure flooded over me.
I lay there panting for a moment, trying to remember where I was. There was no forgetting who I was with, or what had just happened. Though, I questioned what the next step would be. I’d already gone this far. What was the harm of taking this another step further?
Because sex changed everything.
We could never go back. We could never forget. And if this was any indication of what full-on sex would be like with Hunter, I would never be able to stop myself from wanting more.
I was already in danger of that.
I just needed time to think. Time for things to slow down. I couldn’t think clearly with the pace we were moving at. There were priorities that needed tending to, things I should be paying attention to rather than my foolish physical needs.
“What’s going on?” Hunter asked.
He peered down at me, still on top of me, and brushed the hair back from my face. “Are you okay? We can stop if you want.”
“I just—” The subtle pucker at the edges of my eyes warned of tears. I would not do this. Not now. How could I cry over a man I just met?
Because there was no solution to this problem. Nothing made my feelings for him any better. I could maybe go three months without Hunter. Though there was no guarantee he would be waiting for me afterwards. In fact, it was my job to see he wasn’t, to ensure he found his happily ever after, even if it came at the cost of mine.
Maybe I could give up on my inheritance.
Even after a few paychecks, I could restore Hummingbird Hollow and find a different job. One that didn’t prohibit me from pursuing the man I wanted and instead forced me to find him a suitable match.
But I needed money to restore my grandmother’s home, whether I planned on selling it or not. If I kept it, I’d need plenty of money coming in to keep it running. And if I sold it, what then? Was I to simply keep running from anything permanent forever? Could I really let a stranger live in my grandmother’s home, replace all her things with theirs, and build their own memories where ours had grown because I couldn’t handle one simple task?
There had to be something. Some non-magical solution. Though at the moment, I could think of nothing.
“Hey.” Hunter drew me back to him. His soothing touch stroked along my face. One fingertip slipped beneath my eye, wiping away an escaping tear. The heat from his body set my skin alight, and all at once I forgot what it was I needed to do. “What’s wrong?”
