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Suddenly, she pulled back, peering across at me with a hooded gaze. I steadied myself for the protests, for the many excuses of why we could never be together. I didn’t want to hear them. Hearing how much of a mistake this had all been was the one thing I couldn’t handle again.
Though when she spoke, she took me completely by surprise.
“I need you. All of you. Now.”
Chapter Eighteen
Lyndsey
My body slammed back against the wall, Hunter’s large frame instantly falling over top of me.
His lips captured mine, hungry, unrestrained, possessive.
I couldn’t even deny it anymore. I was his. Completely and without a care for the consequences. I would sort it all out later. My feelings, the business, my future—everything came secondary to this.
“Lock the door,” I whispered against his mouth.
He reached across the small room and turned the lock.
Once it became clear our little endeavor under the mere blanket of darkness would easily be discovered without a more discreet location, we found a small waiting room attached to the dance hall. The room looked like something a bride would freshen up in before making her grand entrance into the ballroom. It was easily accessible from both the outside and the inside, which meant there was no reason to push past a hundred half-drunk partygoers and investors to reach our secluded little spot.
That didn’t mean we couldn’t still be discovered or that no one had witnessed our moment of weakness outside on the benches. It was a reckless move led by feelings and desires that overcame my better judgment. But I would not apologize for one moment spent in Hunter’s arms.
Not anymore.
My palms glided up the front of his chest, wanting to feel more of his body pressed into mine. His skin was flush against me, hot and burning with a passion only he ignited. My fingers trembled as they worked the buttons of his shirt. This was far from my first time, and yet, I felt completely lost. I’d never been with a man like Hunter, one I cared about enough to risk everything for.
Making love to him meant potentially losing my job, losing my inheritance, and ultimately my grandmother’s home.
Was it worth it?
Was one night of explosive bliss worth giving up everything I never knew I wanted? I didn’t need a billion dollars to make me happy. I would be just as happy finding my own way working odd jobs to support a trip backpacking through South America.
And yet, losing my family home, the one I deemed a burden only weeks ago, would be my biggest regret.
Hunter was worth it. He was worth every bit of the risk. Though, it didn’t make giving in any easier.
His shirtsleeves parted before me, and I tugged them down over his arms. The man was pure temptation, made solely for the pleasure of women. And he was all mine. I scraped my fingernails lightly along the taut sinew of his arms. His muscles twitched beneath my touch, revealing their muscular definition. The man had lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing at all. He was built like a freaking linebacker, and yet, he’d only ever been gentle with me.
Even now, his hands trailed over my skin with a feather-light caress, driving me mad with the numbing sensation. His lips moved to my throat. Every kiss awakened a new pulse of pleasure, pulling deep between my thighs until the tension grew just short of torture. I rocked my hips forward, pressing my sensitive sex against his rock-hard erection. A bolt of sheer electric warmth shattered through me.
My God, he felt wonderful.
I needed him. Needed all of him. But the ravenous beast from only moments before subsided to a man content to make me wait. It was payback, I supposed, for all those times I’d pushed him away. I deserved this delay in gratification.
And I would gladly play his game.
Hunter kissed the space where my jawline met the sensitive spot beneath my ear. A shiver of heat spiraled through my body, setting my skin alight like the soft kiss of sunlight. One hand traced along the edge of my dress, teasing the swell of my breasts at the top. His other skimmed beneath my sleeve with his lips, following its trail as he tugged it down my arms.
The cool air grazed my exposed nipple, tightening it to a soft peak at the center of my breasts. His mouth closed over me, the hot, wet sensation rippling through my core. He ravaged my body with his lips, sucking and circling the tender bud with each flick of his tongue.
I moaned, unable to suppress the bubbling of feelings within me. I bucked into him. A low grumble vibrated past his lips. His hands clamped over my hips, holding me in place.
“Patience.” His words feathered across my breast, eliciting a whole new string of titillating bliss.
“Hunter, please.” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice. I’d never wanted anyone so badly in my whole life. I’d always been the one in control. I’d always been the one to take what I wanted. Only now, I’d given Hunter the reins, allowed him to take charge. It was both erotic and liberating, if not completely terrifying.
He rocked into me, the firmness of his erection pressing into me through our clothes. I writhed beneath him, still trapped between his body and the wall, still yearning for him to end this madness.
