Page 82 of Mistaken Identity


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She clamps her hand on the back of my head, her fingers twisting into my hair as she grinds her hips into me.

“That’s so… that’s so… Oh, Hunter…”

Her voice raises to a wailing crescendo and although I hadn’t expected her to come again so soon, I raise my hands, grabbing her waist and holding her up, just as she succumbs, screaming my name as her juices pour into my mouth and I drink them down.

She seems to take less time to calm this time, and although she’s still breathless, I lower her leg, making sure she’s stable before I stand, gazing down into her eyes.

“You taste so sweet,” I whisper.

“Do I?”

I nod my head and then lean in and kiss her briefly before pulling back. She runs her tongue across her lips, tasting herself, the fascination in her eyes capturing my heart.

I dip my head and kiss her again. Harder. My arms around her waist, I pull her closer, her breasts crushed against my chest, as my tongue finds hers. She moans, her hands drifting up my arms and resting on my biceps, staying there, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles.

When I pull back, I gaze down into her eyes.

“Do you like how you taste?” I ask.

She nods her head, smiling. “Yes, I do.”

“Good.” I bring a hand up, caressing her cheek with the backs of my fingers. I may have felt this wasn’t a time for conversation, but the next step is different. “Do you want to stop?” I ask, and her smile fades, her brow furrowing.

“Why? Do you?”

“Hell, no. I want to be inside you so damn much.”

Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard. “Then… then why are you asking?”

“Because this next step is the biggest one of all. I need to be sure it’s what you want.”

She mirrors my action, moving her hand up and stroking my cheek. “Of course it’s what I want, Hunter. I love you.”

I smile, kissing her again, just briefly. “I love you too, baby.”

I’d love to take her, here, now, standing in front of the mirror, so we can watch each other, but I think for her first time, it would probably be better for both of us if we were lying down. I’m gonna need more control than I’ll have if I’m standing up, and after two orgasms, Livia’s legs could probably do with a break.

I pull back and take her hand in mine, leading her to the bed. She gazes up at me and I kiss her, hard and deep, lowering her to the mattress without breaking the connection.

When I lean up, her body beneath mine, I have to take a moment… take a breath.

Can this really be happening?

Yeah… it seems it can.

I kneel and then stand, undoing my jeans and pushing them down, along with my trunks. Livia shimmies back on the bed a little, leaning up on her elbows and gazing at me, although she keeps her eyes fixed on mine, and I wonder if she’s nervous about seeing me naked.

I place my knee back on the mattress, and am about to crawl up over her, when an awful thought occurs.

“Shit…” I kneel up again and Livia sits, looking into my eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“Condoms… I don’t have any.” What’s wrong with me? How the hell did I let things get this far without remembering that I don’t have condoms here? “I’m so sorry, baby. I feel like such an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because I should’ve thought.”

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