Josie tugged me lower to her the next second, and I kissed her so hard that her knees wobbled, showing her exactly how desperately I wanted her.
I groaned against her mouth. I was already hard. She felt it too, and rocked her hips gently back and forth, demanding more.
Chapter Seventeen
Hunter
I was hungry for her, and even as I desperately pushed the straps of her dress down, tugging at the fabric until it fell to her waist, and then to her feet, I knew that this hunger wasn’t the result of the last few weeks.
It had been there for years, I’d just buried it deep so our friendship wouldn’t suffer. I kissed her jaw, tracing a path to her earlobe, biting the shell a little, enjoying the little gasp she gave, the way she pressed herself against me. I tilted her head, moving my lips on the side of her neck. I didn’t want to leave one single inch of her skin unexplored. I wanted to touch and kiss her everywhere at the same time. I wanted to watch too, to drink her in. I’d seen her in the bikini today, but this was different. This was just for me.
“Hunter...,” she murmured when I twirled my tongue in the nook at the base of her neck. By the way her voice shook on that one word, I knew it was a sweet spot for her. She was already writhing in my arms, and I hadn’t even kissed below her shoulders. But I changed that, lowering my mouth over her chest to the silky strapless bra that was so thin I could feel the shape of her nipple under it.
I twirled my tongue over the fabric once before my hands desperately searched for the clasp at the back. I yanked it open, the bra fell to the floor, and I had free access to kiss and tease her until she’d beg me for more.
I led her to the king-size bed, kissing her all the way, until we reached one of the four posts. I ran my hands over her waist and thighs, wanting to memorize every curve and every shape, then I whirled her around, pushing her hair to one side, kissing the back of her neck and lower down her back, following her spine until I reached the hem of her panties.
Her ass cheeks were on full display, round and beckoning to me. I drew my thumbs down the center of each one before licking the same path. Then I wedged a hand between her thighs, inching them further apart. Josie rose on her toes, gripping the bedpost with both hands, as if she already couldn’t take what I was giving her. And damn, I planned to give her so much more.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed when I touched the part of the fabric covering her pussy with two fingers. It was already wet. My cock strained so painfully against my jeans that I nearly pushed them down and fucked her just like that, against the bedpost.
“You’re so beautiful, Josie. So damn sexy. What am I going to do with you?”
I slipped my hand inside her panties.
She gasped. “Whatever you want.”
I nearly burst in my pants at her words, at feeling how aroused she was.
“I’ll make you beg. And I’ll make you come.”
I moved two fingers around her tender flesh, teasing the area around her clit. I enjoyed watching her fingers curl tighter around
the bedpost, moving her weight from her heels to her toes.
I kissed every inch of her that I could reach, keeping one hand in her panties, bringing my other arm around her middle so I touched her breast, drawing circles around her nipples, mimicking the ones around her clit.
“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” she chanted. “I’m so close. Please. So close.”
She exploded the next second, crying out. Her knees gave in, and I tightened my hold on her waist even as she gripped the bedpost harder. I held her as she rode out the wave of pleasure, laying her head back on my chest, eyes closed. Then I turned her around slowly, drinking in the haze of lust in her eyes before pushing her gently on the bed.
“There are condoms in the amenity kit,” I said.
She shook her head. “No need. I’m on the pill.”
We hadn’t set any boundaries, hadn’t talked about whether this would be a one-time thing or not, but I knew that after tonight, things would change between us on a fundamental level.
Josie looked gorgeous, lying on her back, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. I unbuttoned my shirt quickly. Josie moved to undo my belt and the button of my jeans.
When I was completely naked, I leaned to kiss her, climbing in bed on top of her. She opened her thighs, curling her fingers on her lower belly as if she could barely stand not touching herself intimately.
I drew the tip of my erection around her clit, watching her writhe, drinking in her moans, driving her crazy until she moved one hand upward to her breasts and lowered the other one. My vision blurred when she touched my cock.
I drove inside her the next second. She felt so tight, so damn perfect around me. I moved in and out, touching, kissing, biting, memorizing every inch of her body, every sound she made. She pulsed around me, digging her fingers in my biceps.
When her thighs pressed against mine, I knew she was close. I pulled back a bit, wanting to watch her when she climaxed, but I was too far gone. This felt too good, too intimate. I clung to my control only long enough to make sure Josie came first, and then climaxed hard.
It took us both a few minutes to calm down. I kept her close, kissing her neck again, inhaling the scent of vanilla and pepper that I’d associated with my best friend for years. After tonight, I wouldn’t be able to smell her perfume and not think about how sensual she was, how responsive. How she’d surrendered her pleasure to me.