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He nodded. “So, we destroy the tape after we watch it. I can live with that.”
She dropped her hand and closed her eyes tight against the horror of what she’d just agreed to. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Jeanette, look at me.” His quiet, gentle tone had her doing his bidding. When their gazes locked, he said, “It’s just me here, baby. Let yourself go. Leave all those fears for another day. Tonight it’s just you and me. If at any time you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, we’ll stop.”
“Promise?”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “You have my word,” he murmured.
“Okay.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised.
Strong hands caressed her thighs, the carnal expression spreading across Hunter’s face fueling her bravado. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, then squeezed the hot, hard flesh. The lopsided grin he shot her way went clear to her toes. His mouth skimmed below her ear, touching off another little jolt of electricity inside her.
As he stroked the curls covering her mound, Jeanette began to plead in earnest. “Hunter, please.”
He pulled his hand away and straightened. “Show time, sweetness.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
8
He could be inside her within seconds. Feeding the hunger and finally satisfying the cravings he’d had for so long. Hunter couldn’t explain why he’d decided to combine Jeanette’s hot little fantasy with one of his own. When a little voice in his head called him a liar, he faced the truth. Yeah, he knew damn well why he’d chosen to play rather than pounce. He didn’t just want to satisfy an ache with Jeanette. He could do that with any woman. This was the voluptuous creature who’d captured his attention without even having been aware of it. No, a quick fuck wouldn’t do. He wanted to watch the sweet, curvy woman blossom. To succumb to her own feverish needs.
She’d trusted him enough to come home with him, a veritable stranger, but touching her own soft pussy, teasing herself into a frenzy while he watched? It would be the ultimate form of surrender. With her mind and body wrapped up in hot, liquid pleasure, a woman was at her most vulnerable. Defenses were shattered. Nothing but raw feeling.
The real problem would be keeping his hands off her. Letting her pet the little cunt he so badly ached to bury his dick in was going to be sheer torture.
Hunter pushed the record button on the side of the camcorder he’d retrieved from a drawer in his entertainment cabinet. “Touch yourself, Jeanette.”
Leaning against the dresser, he held the camera in front of his face, watching through the viewfinder. His pretty coffee shop owner lay on his bed, legs pressed tightly together, hair spread out all over the dark red comforter. Her skin like cream, lush and soft, seemed frighteningly delicate. He reminded himself for the thousandth time to be gentle with her when he finally managed to bury his cock inside her. He couldn’t let his savage instinct take over. He’d need to maintain control or risk hurting her. The thought that he could cause Jeanette even an ounce of pain took his ardor down a few notches.
Her hands clutched the comforter at her sides, her breathing choppy. Nervous tension filled the room. Hunter wrapped a fist around his cock and growled, “Look at me, sweetness.”
Jeanette’s pretty brown gaze shot to his, then quickly traveled a course down his body to land on the hand he had on his dick. “Do you see how hard I am? How badly I want you?” She licked her lips and nodded. Hunter moved his hand up and down, a slow massage, giving her the fantasy she craved. “We’re going to make that fantasy come true, baby. Drive me wild. Show me that pretty body all hot and flush with arousal.”
Jeanette bit her lip. When her right hand released the comforter, Hunter sucked in a breath, anticipating what would come next. She slid her hand over her flat belly first, then moved upward to her breast. As she cupped the soft orb, Hunter cursed, his hand on his cock tightening. A delicate finger flicke
d and toyed with the nipple he’d sucked earlier, making his mouth water for another taste. Suddenly her other hand came up to cover her pussy, her legs spreading open a few inches.
“More,” he demanded, unable to stand the slow pace she’d set for them. “Show me.”
“More?”
Hunter’s hand tightened on the camera as he zoomed in on the swollen, pink lips of Jeanette’s sex. “Open for me. Tempt your Motorcycle Man, baby.”
Jeanette’s eyes were at half-mast as she watched him stroke his cock. Slowly, as if deliberately teasing him, she moved her legs wide and massaged her fingers over her clit a few times before dipping two fingers into the slick entrance. Hunter squeezed his cock tighter before giving into the need to pump. Once, twice, then he forced himself to stop. Too close. Fuck, just watching her tentatively touch herself took him to the very edge. A few more pumps from his fist and he’d be shooting his load all over the damn carpet.
It was an exercise in control to stand across the room, watching. So easily he could drop the camera and go to her, he could stroke that smooth female flesh himself, play to his heart’s content. In an effort to maintain control, he fisted his hand at his side and kept hold of the camera.
A sexy smile curved Jeanette’s pretty mouth. “Do you like what you see, Hunter?”
His hand on the camera clenched, his leg muscles flexing with the urge to take her rough, the need to prove how good it would be between them nearly too strong to ignore. His dick was like granite, he was so fucking hard. Just a few steps and he could slide it between Jeanette’s succulent pussy lips. Again he had to remind himself to go slow. Rough would come later. Right now he needed to see more of that confident smile.
As she touched the pad of her thumb to her clit, Hunter licked his lips and knew a momentary pang of jealousy. That sweet little bud should be in his mouth right now.
Without conscious thought, he stepped away from the dresser. Hunter didn’t stop moving until he was standing at the end of the bed, looking up the length of Jeanette’s beautiful body. She rewarded him with a shy smile, as if knowing her little show was pushing him beyond reason. She slid her fingers in and out of her tight heat, and toyed with the little bundle of nerves, her moans filling the room. He drank in the sight of her as her breathing increased, her shyness slipping slowly away until all that remained was a gorgeous seductress.
