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We continue to eat and drink and plan until the sun is long gone from the sky, and I have no doubt we’ll make these dreams come true. The only thing holding us back is our own doubts. We can either live to work, or work to live. We need to be responsible, but we can also be free. We don’t know how many tomorrows we get, and after the scares we’ve had, I want to take advantage of today.
We reluctantly leave the bar, our hands entwined as we stroll along the moonlit shoreline, heading back to the condo. The gentle sound of waves lapping is soothing as the breeze washes over us, creating a perfectly serene atmosphere that matches my state of mind.
It doesn’t take long before I stop and pull Jasmine into my arms, needing to steal a kiss beneath the starlit sky. She falls against me, getting lost as she has many times before, sealing our connection, and igniting my passion as she always does.
We slowly part and continue walking, but it doesn’t take long before she stops us, this time she’s the one to grab me, and pull me down for another scorching kiss. I can’t get enough of her, can’t get enough of the two of us together.
We break apart again, and walk hand in hand as we pass a crowd playing music and dancing. Jasmine moves her hips. “I love it here, Hunter. I love the atmosphere and diversity. I love the sounds, flavors, colors, and love in the air. It’s so much more festive than it is in Seattle.”
I nod, fully agreeing with her. “Don’t forget about the fantastic art and food,” I tell her, making her laugh.
“It’s really good food,” she agrees, patting her stomach that’s full of a Cuban sandwich, fries, cake, and drinks.
We keep strolling hand in hand, pausing occasionally to sneak in a few more kisses and enjoy the activity happening all around us. Miami doesn’t go quiet until the early hours of the morning. The streets and beaches are illuminated by city lights casting a romantic glow on our journey home.
With each step we take, each word we share, and every stolen kiss, we come closer and closer to who we were just a month before. I embrace whatever magic is holding us in this bubble, and promise to never again take for granted what I have right before me. I need to cherish every single day I have with this woman because now I know how fragile life truly is.
When we finally reach the condo, anticipation rests heavy within me. It’s been too long since we’ve been intimate, and there’s no doubt it’s going to happen tonight. I feel like an eighteen-year-old student about to get lucky in the back of my dad’s borrowed car. Our night’s only just beginning, and sweat’s trickling down my back.
We don’t say a word as we make our way to our door, and it takes only seconds before I’m pushing her against the wall as I take her lips once more. Energy’s radiating through my body, and nothing will tear me from her arms tonight. A category five hurricane can come . . . and we’ll ride out the storm.
ChapterEleven
Jasmine
I can’t believe how nervous I am as Hunter and I arrive in the bedroom. I want to make love to him, but I’m still scared. I know the reason I fell in love with him though when he cups my cheek in his hand.
“Nothing will happen you’re not ready for,” he assures me.
“I’m running hot and cold,” I tell him.
“No, you’re beautiful. You love my massages. Why don’t you take a shower, then wear as much... or as little clothes as you’d like, and lie on the bed? I’ll take a quick shower in the guest room and meet you back in here... with warm oil.”
My heart thuds at this thought. He’s leaving it in my hands. I nod at him, and he gives me a brief kiss then leaves the room. I take a deep breath, move into the bathroom, and take my time showering. When I come out in only a robe, there’s a thick blanket over the regular comforter on the bed and the lights are all off. The room is lit by candles, and the window’s open with a nice breeze blowing in, making the scene comfortable and relaxing. I debate for a minute on whether to leave my robe on or not. He’s seen me naked already, but I don’t remember him seeing me this way. I’m happy with my body, and know I need to rip off the bandage and let this happen. Once I get through the initial nervousness it will only grow easier each day.
I strip my robe away, then climb onto the bed, lying face down. Hunter doesn’t come in for another few minutes and I’m practically panting as he draws closer to me. The bed shifts as he climbs on beside me. I want to look at him, but I sort of like the mystery of knowing he’s beside me without actually seeing him.
A shiver rushes through me as he trails a warm finger from my neck, down my back to the curve of my butt, then back again. He leans over me, and I feel his hot breath on my neck. Goosebumps appear on my flesh.
“Are there any places that need special attention?” he huskily whispers, and my core grows hot and wet.
“All over,” I reply, my voice deep and raspy.
“I think I’ll be able to take care of you,” he practically purrs.
He pours oil on my back, then begins massaging me with long strokes that instantly drive me crazy, moving from my shoulders, down the top of my hips, and occasionally stroking my sides. I’m tense and hot, and loving every second. He’s giving me a real massage, but all I can think about is his hands on me with a lot of lubrication.
As I moan, he moves to my butt cheeks, making me squirm beneath his firm touch. With every stroke, he spreads my cheeks, exposing me to him without touching me where I need his touch the most. I open my thighs, giving him better access, and he teases me until I whimper, finally allowing his fingers to stroke over the crack of my butt, from top to bottom and back again. I moan louder, letting him know how much I want this.
Hunter pours more oil on me and lets it run down my cheeks. He then slides his fingers down me again and pushes the tip of his finger inside me, making me squirm beneath him with each stroke. He sinks in deeper, my core hot and wet. I can’t stand not touching him. I reach behind me as he continues rubbing my body, finding that sweet spot inside that has me moaning.
I find his thick, hard shaft, and wrap my fingers around him, beyond pleased at his size and girth. So big, so hard, so damn impressive. I slowly stroke him from his base to the tip and back again, making him moan this time. I move slowly, then quicker, and spend a little extra time on his engorged head, his pleasure seeping out on my fingers, making me burn even hotter.
He pulls away from me, though and removes his finger, making me cry out. He chuckles a dip, rich laugh that makes me want to growl at him. He’s playing with me, and loving it. I’m not unhappy about it myself, even if I want him buried inside me. I’ve been the one putting this off, and now I realize what a fool I was to have waited so long. He’s been patient with me, so I can certainly be patient with him.
He massages my legs, making me open my thighs wider, wanting to show him what’s his for the taking. I’m sure his eyes are on my core, making him drool. Hunter’s a virile man, and he wants me... and me alone.
Hunter positions himself between my thighs, stroking me again and again, rising higher with each pass of his strong hands. I moan as each of his fingers stroke my core, and he draws this out, making me burn. His hands suddenly lift and I whimper again.
