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CHAPTER 12
Miranda
God, can Hunter everkiss.
I can’t believe a man like this—a Powerball, no less, who can pretty much have any woman he wants—chooses me. This isn’t about settling at the end of a drunken night. Hunter is in full possession of his senses and so am I. That said, the way my mind is spinning out of control, you’d think I was completely inebriated. I guess in many ways, I am. His presence is as intoxicating as the most potent drink. It’s not every day that a girl like me ends up with a guy like him.
“You’re going to make me lose my mind.” I exhale.
“Ditto. Now you know exactly how I feel, Miranda.” His intense gaze is so hypnotic. And with that look, I see the same fervor I saw earlier today when he dropped me off—lustfulness, possessiveness and voraciousness. Damn, it’s hot.
“I don’t know if I can take anymore.” I don’t think my heart has ever beaten so fast.
“Baby, life only begins when you live on the edge. If you don’t know how far you can go, then you’ll spend the rest of your life depriving yourself of the most sensual thrills you’ve ever experienced. Why fight it when you can enjoy it?” He’s watching my mouth, looking at me like he might throw me over his shoulder and carry me to that large couch over there and fuck the hell out of me. Although I’ve never had the courage to abandon myself completely to a man before, Hunter brings out this uninhibited side of me that’s dying to emerge. “Tell me you’ll allow me to corrupt you.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek, his eyes lingering on mine. I open my mouth to say something to his outrageous proposal, but my mind goes blank. I’ve never had anyone want me with such fervor. No one’s ever looked at me as if no other woman on this planet existed. No man has ever uttered heart-stopping words like he has. I’m completely out of my league here. How the hell does he expect me to answer his question? “It’s a simple question, sweetie. You either want me as much as I do or you don’t.”
“I do,” I groan and press myself closer, wanting to feel every hard ridge of him.
“Good answer.” He lifts my chin up with his finger and lowers his mouth to kiss me. Softly at first, but when my tongue meets his, his lips crash into mine, his hands landing on my hips, and he grips me tightly to him. Yes. My attraction to this man is off the charts. I can’t explain it. We’ve only met, but I’d be a fool to ignore my body’s response. He reaches behind me and unfastens me. “Get rid of this,” he orders. I wiggle out of my red lacy bra and drop it at his feet. My first reaction is to cover my exposed breasts, but when he folds his bottom lip between his teeth, I change my mind. I shamelessly allow him to admire me. “Those are exceptional,” he whispers in my ears. “Some women have nice tits, but yours are magnificent,” he adds.
Hunter’s voice is rich and reassuring. Sure, other guys I’ve dated have had that deer-in-the-headlights look on their faces when they remove my bra, but Hunter seems to worship my boobs.
“God.” Arousal sears through me as I bite back a moan. I want to talk in more than monosyllables, but I can’t. The increasing heat threatening to overtake me is too strong. The way his hands awaken my skin and leave every part of me ablaze is surreal. I’m incredibly turned on. My gaze falls to his mouth, and the thought of his lips on my breasts makes me quiver inside. As if he can read my mind, he cups one of my breasts, drawing a deep gasp from me as I feel my nipples pebble under his touch. “Jesus.”
His lips curve up in amusement at my reaction. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” He asks a question he already knows the answer to. “You know”—he braces one arm over my head against the wall behind me—“some women have such sensitive nipples.” He stops as if to make sure he has my full attention. As I struggle to focus on his words, I can’t help but keep my eyes fixed on his fingers as they circle my nipple, around and around in the most delicious punishment. I arch my back and stick my boobs out to force him to give me what I desperately crave. He rewards my impatience by dragging his fingertip over my puckered areola. The electric shock wave extends throughout my body, making my pussy clench. “They can come just by playing with their tits and squeezing their nipples hard, like this.” Mother of God. “And you know what?” I shake my head, unable to respond. He switches to the other breast. Within a few seconds, both of my boobs are tingling. “I believe you’re one of those women,” he murmurs.
“Please... This is too much,” I hiss, squirming under his unyielding grasp.
“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he sneers.
I whimper. “Ah.”
“Your tits are soft and heavy,” he says, rubbing my nipples and sending fiery sensations running throughout my entire body. “I could play with them all day long.” Hunter lifts my boobs, weighing their fullness. From the lustful look in his eyes, it’s evident he’s savoring the moment as much as I am.
“Argh,” I cry out. My heart is pounding like crazy and I’m all too aware of his hands all over me, of his large, powerful body hovering over me. Dominating me.
“That’s it, sweetie.” It’s as if he’s encouraging me to let go. “It’s so fucking sexy watching you take pleasure like this.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, stroking the underside. I gasp for air as my nipples contract into hard buds.
“Oh, my God.” I struggle to keep it together, but seriously I’m failing badly here. Each flicker of his fingers is unraveling me stitch by stitch.
Obviously, I’m the only one who notices the room is hotter than a sauna. It must be, because Hunter leisurely plays with my breasts, teasing one of my boobs, then moving to the other languorously and completely unbothered. He’s mercilessly toying with me until my breasts swell to the point of pain. Or is pleasure? I’m so lost I can’t even tell the difference anymore. I’m not sure if he’s trying to prove his theory, but the masterful way he touches and owns my breasts make my peaks spike hard with need. Just when I think it can’t get any better, Hunter lowers his body towards me and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking. “For the love of God,” I hiss. Hunter doubles his efforts.
He pulls, bites and sucks harder, sending an excruciating jolt of ecstasy through me. My body squirms, demanding more. His tongue rubs over my nipple and the aching between my thighs tightens. It’s nearly unbearable. His tongue fondles my breasts, gently, but hard enough for me to know that this is a man who knows how to give a woman unimaginable pleasure. A moan breaks free from me. There’s no way I can hide how utterly turned on I am right now. With each lick, I become wetter and wetter. Shocked, I realize I’ve parted my legs open almost as an invitation to him.
“Looks like you want more.”
“I-I’m—” Not sure I can take more of this.
“It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t have to deny it. I’m more than happy to give you more.” Yes, please. As if he’s heard my thoughts, he nudges my legs apart and moves between them. Holy hell. The fire burning in his eyes is scorching through me. I lower my gaze, desperately seeking a respite, but I’m drawn back to his eyes like a magnet. I’m unable to explain why his gaze is affecting me so much. This is so intense, I’m sure he can see my heart beating like thunder against my chest. Hunter pushes my back against the wall and then his hands are under my dress, pulling my panties aside and sweeping his fingers across my very wet pussy. I stutter, looking up into dark, fiery eyes. His hands slide between my thighs, pressing them outwards, telling me without speaking a word how he wants me to open myself further for him. “Christ, Miranda. You’re dripping.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” I’m nearly weeping with joy, unable to control myself as I succumb to pure wantonness.
Hunter grunts. “Shh, shh, shh, baby. Don’t make any sounds,” he murmurs into my neck. “We don’t want anyone to hear your cries of pleasure.” He’s torturing me in the best possible way. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. “Good girl.” He smiles at my apparent struggle and praises me for the effort with a kiss. With one hand spread wide on my boobs and the other playing with my pussy, he’s got me trapped.
Deep inside, my body shakes like a palm tree in a tropical storm. I have no guiding point here. I’ve never felt this way in my life. I’ve never wanted to lose myself in a man like I want to with Hunter. What’s happening to me? This is far more than channeling my inner vixen. This man is awakening parts of me I didn’t even know were dormant. “God.” I pull in a breath. “This is too good.” My voice trails off.
One part of me needs him to stop or I’ll combust, but another part of me is yearning for more.
