Page 36 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
Once again his words reminded her that this visit was only temporary. She was setting herself up for the heartbreak of the century. Hunter lifted the towel and slowly used it to wipe away the drops of water on her overheated skin. Fuck it. She was tired of measuring each move, watching her step out of fear. She wanted Hunter. She’d deal with the rest later.
Each rub of the towel made her breath catch, her heart race, her pussy clench with desire.
She went lightheaded when he dropped to his knees, continuing his gentle caresses over her hips, down her legs, even paying attention to her feet. When he started back up, the towel stroking the inside of her legs, she parted them, willing him to come closer.
He stopped when he reached the juncture of her thighs. Looking down, she caught his wicked smile. He dropped the towel, his fingers lightly touching her opening. “You’re staying wet here. All day if I can manage it.”
She thrilled at his dirty talk. “All night too?” Her tone was infused with a dare, but also hope.
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best, love.” He leaned closer and slowly swiped his tongue along her slit. She shivered, her head falling against the door. Hunter pushed her legs farther apart, his tongue stroking her clit, the opening to her pussy. When he lifted one of her legs, placing her knee on his shoulder so he could reach even deeper, she closed her eyes and tried to fight off her orgasm.
Her palms flattened against the door as Hunter nipped at her clit, his teeth producing a sharp, pleasurable sting that he quickly soothed with a soft kiss. For several minutes, he teased her flesh with tiny pains and delicate strokes, every move he made driving her closer to that gorgeous crossroads of lust and insanity.
When he thrust his tongue inside her, she was a goner. She fisted her hands in his hair and cried out his name. Hunter responded—not with words, but actions. His tongue went deeper, faster. She loved it, but knew she wanted so much more. She wouldn’t rest until it was his cock driving her to madness.
Hunter gripped her ass, squeezing the globes tightly, using them as leverage to hold her pussy to his questing tongue. When his fingers slipped deeper into the crack, the tip of one digit grazing her anus, she exploded. Her body quivered as tiny electrical sparks flashed inside her. Holy mother. Everything he did felt so fucking good.
When Annie’s wits returned, she found herself on her back in the middle of Hunter’s bed. He stood watching her, slowly removing his clothes. She wanted to help, wanted to participate in baring his body, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. She felt as weak as a newborn kitten.
Hunter didn’t seem to mind. His dimples appeared at her soft intake of breath as he pulled off his shirt and his jeans. She’d discovered in the shed that her Aussie cowboy went commando. She’d touched his cock, held it in her mouth, but even after all that, the image of it as he stood before her now took her breath away. Her pussy clenched as she imagined him pushing all that thickness inside her.
Once he was naked and she’d looked her fill, she lifted her hand, inviting him to join her on the bed.
Hunter crawled onto the mattress, not stopping until he straddled her legs, hovering above her. She was a captured animal to his steely cage. She never wanted to be set free.
Hunter slowly lowered his body. While he supported most of his own weight with his arms, he made certain they were connected, skin to skin, from chest to toes.
Then he kissed her.
The way Hunter kissed could be declared a freaking Olympic event. He took the melding of lips and tongues and teeth and turned it into something truly inspirational.
Unable to resist, Annie ran her fingers through his dark honey-blond hair. Hunter cupped her cheek with one hand and she swooned a bit. She loved the way his large hand cradled her face, making her feel cherished, special.
Soon, kissing gave way to more touching as she lightly scratched Hunter’s muscular back, letting him feel the sting of her nails. He fielded her hit and lobbed one of his own, bending his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, increasing the pressure until she squealed.
He offered no reprieve. Instead, he turned his head and issued the same sweet torture to her other breast.
She lifted her legs and locked them tightly around his waist. His cock nestled near the opening to her body, pressed lengthwise along her slit. He was hot and hard and she was so, so ready.
Hunter continued to play with her breasts, alternating sucks, licks and bites until she was squirming mindlessly beneath him.
“Please,” she whispered.
Hunter didn’t respond, didn’t appear to have heard.
She repeated her plea louder, then louder again. Hunter ignored her. She threw her head against the pillow in frustration. “God, Hunter!Please,” she yelled.
He lifted his head and waited until she looked at him. “You can beg all you want, love, but I promised you all day. I don’t make promises lightly.”
“But it hurts!”
Hunter frowned, concern covering his handsome features. How was it fair to women everywhere to have this perfectly formed man walking around loose? “Bad hurt?” he asked.
“Horny hurt.”
Hunter chuckled. It was the wrong response, given her state. She punched his shoulder, his arm. Striking against her stockman was as effective as trying to knock down a skyscraper with a pillow.
“Want to play rough?” She heard the teasing note in his voice—just before he tickled her.
