Beachwood Bay 04 - Untamed Hearts

sending hot waves of pleasure shooting through me until my legs give way and I clutch against him, reeling and mindless from the pleasure he’s wrought.
    Hunter holds me up, like I’m weightless in his strong arms. He guides me to a corner of the room and gently lowers me to the floor, spreading his sweater below me on the ground. I sink down, and he settles himself beside me. Moonlight falls through the window, casting a silver shadow across us both. His hair glints gold, skin shimmering, and his eyes...
    They gaze at me with such tenderness, and such desire. As if he’s teetering on the edge, like me, overwhelmed by the emotions crashing over us.
    We stay there, suspended for a moment. Waiting, barely breathing, a world of emotion passing silently in the night.
    And then he breaks. Reaching for me, Hunter scoops me against his body, rolling to trap me below him as his lips claim mine. Greedily, I kiss him back, my legs parting to wrap around his waist, my hands roving, hungry to touch him. He grabs my ass, pulling me closer, and I slide my palms under his T-shirt, reveling in the feel of smooth skin and the ridge of taut muscle.
    His body is perfection.
    I arch up against him, my heart stopping as I feel the hard pressure of him between my thighs. But there’s no time to feel shamed or cautious, not with his lips ravaging me, the weight of him pressing me into the floor; the violent, aching desire in me, circling and coiling and crying out for some release.
    I tug at his shirt, impatient, and Hunter breaks away, ripping his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside before laying back and covering my body against with his own. This time, it’s skin on skin, a perfect sensation, heaven right here on earth, but I barely have time to revel in it before Hunter rolls us so I’m straddling his lap.
    I gasp for air, finding my balance, reaching to take his face in both my hands as I kiss him with everything I have. He slides his hands down my naked back, over the curve of my ass, still covered by my dress, and then his fingers are on my thighs, dancing upwards, pushing the fabric higher and higher. I shiver, suddenly nervous, but the feel of his caress is too good to stop; the scrape of his teeth against my lower lip, the friction between us. His fingers trace higher, until his thumb grazes the edge of my panties, and sweeps softly across the apex of my thighs.
    Oh!
    I freeze in his arms at the contact. Hunter pauses, lifting his hand to take hold of my chin, gently holding it level, his gaze searching mine. His other hand is still between us, and his fingertips dance up my thighs and across me again, slower this time.
    I gasp for air, trembling. His eyes darken, his jaw clutches with tension. Slowly, deliberately, he strokes his thumb across me in a gorgeous swoop, finding the hot ache of nerves and circling, over again, sending pleasure rippling out through my whole body.
    I cry out, swaying forwards to rest my head against his shoulder as he tugs my panties aside, and then his fingers are on me, sweet and slow, circling, teasing, building the pressure until I think I might fall apart right here.
    I didn’t know my body could feel this way, that I could lose myself in a dark haze of pleasure, desire igniting every nerve, pure need flooding every atom until nothing exists but his hand and my ache and the slow, relentless circling of his fingers right at the heart of me. Somewhere, a voice is telling me to pull back, to regain the upper hand; find the control I’ve lost. Be safe. Distant. Detached, the way I always am.
    Ready to walk away.
    But it’s too late, I couldn’t stop if I tried. I want this more than anything, more than the last threads of my self-control. I buck against his hand, needing more, desperate. His finger slide lower still, pausing at my entrance.
    Hunter lets out a raw curse against my ear. “God, Brit, you’re so wet. You’re so ready for me.”
    I blush against him, but I’m too far gone to care, whimpering, writhing against him, needing more. Him. Now.
    Hunter slides one finger deep inside of me, and I lose my mind.
    “Oh!” My cry echoes in the dark room, a sound of shock and desperate need. We’re pressed together, not an inch left between us now. My breasts are crushed against his chest, swollen and aching; his hand bewitching me between my thighs. I rock against him, mindless, lost in the ecstasy he’s unleashing with just his miraculous fingertips: curling up into me,