Hunter pushed, and I pulled, and our dance led us in a slow retreat for my bed. The back of my legs hit the mattress and I tumbled backwards. Seeing me prone, on my back, in missionary? Hunter didn't waste any time. He threw himself right on top of me, his huge body mounted between my legs. Rearing back, he shed his suit jacket and stamped his massive hands into the bed on either side of me.
“Hunter,” I gasped, grabbing hold of his tie with both hands.
“Shh.”
He quieted me with his mouth. His large hands ran up and down my torso, teasing me, until every inch of my skin tingled with pins and needles.
Then his hand found the bottom hem of my shirt. His finger-tips slithered up my belly slowly, tortuously, as if he could taste my bare flesh with his touch. My nipples, pathetically eager for him, hardened and strained against my top.
But I slapped his hands away.
“No, Hunter,” I moaned. “We shouldn't.”
“That's what'll make it so hot, though.” Undeterred, he smirked, and then his mouth was sucking at my neck—Oh God.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled. Through his trousers, I felthim,stone-hard and impressively long. He rubbed his thickness against the crotch of my jeans, his body thrusting slowly against mine, the mattress creaking rhythmically beneath us, as he crashed into me with rolling, sensuous waves.
I want him so fucking bad.
His cock felt so big, so strong, sorightas it stroked against me. My pussy clenched, yearning to really feel him—not justagainstme butinsideme.
It would've been soeasyto let him tear me out of my clothes and fuck me. Right here, right now.
But I knew I shouldn't. For so many reasons.
“Hunter!” I gasped—and finally, at last!, I found the strength and willpower. I pushed and shoved and punched at him until he backed off and sat up on his heels.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“We shouldn't,” I panted, scooting out from under him. “We really, really shouldn't.”
“Why not?” he asked, a tilt to his head. He didn't believe me. And he had every right not to.
“Because! I have toseeyou at work! Don't you get it? Those girlsalreadythink I'm up to something with you … and hell … now, technically, they'll be right. But I'll only make that worse if wedosomething. I'll feel all guilty and self-conscious.”
“Hey. Like I told you earlier. If anything happened to your job, I'll make sure you're taken care of.” Hunter tried to lean in again, but once more I fought him off.
“But that's notme, Hunter, that's not who I am. I barely know you.”
He raised an eyebrow at me as if I were nuts.
“Seriously, Hunter.” I paused. “Thanks for the ride … but you should go. Seriously, I mean it. Go.”
“Oh.” He looked away. An eternity seemed to pass. “Yeah, uh, you're right. It's late, anyway. And we've got an early flight tomorrow. Road trip.”
I tried to help salvage his ego, forcing a cheery smile. “I guess I'll see you at that commercial shoot when you get back, then.”
Hunter winked. “Yup.” He stood, grabbed his jacket from the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He gave me one last look. “I'll show myself out.”
“Goodnight, Hunter.”
“G'night.”
I watched that tall, handsome stud—andprofessionalathlete—leave my small, crappy bedroom with a heavy sinking in my stomach.
Did I really just turn that guy down…?Is something wrong with me?
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