“I’m a generous man.” He bites my earlobe before soothing it with a soft kiss. “All you have to do is beg and I’ll give you everything. Everything I possibly can.”
His words are fire lapping at my skin. I take a ragged breath and turn to meet his gaze. “I want you.”
“I know you do.” He chuckles. “How much?”
My pride tells me begging is weakness. But hunter frees one of his hands and skims along the neck of my shirt. I tremble and he snatches the fabric in his hand, jerking me forward against his hard body as his eyes flick down to take in my cleavage.
“How long do you want to wait before having me?” He demands.
I lick across my bottom lip and roll my hips on him. “You’re the one dying for a taste. How long are you going to wait before stealing it?” I push him into one of the empty conference rooms and lock the door. Because I have a feeling we cannot wait another minute to have each other.
He groans and presses his forehead to mine. I feel each puff of his breath across my face and can’t help but lean back, lips parted. His lips ghost across mine in something too soft to be a kiss, then I feel the words form.
“Beg me, Valerie.”
“Please?” My brain is fried trying to resist him. My pride is shaky. The need building low in my belly has control. “Kiss me, Hunter. Please.”
He chuckles softly and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Better, but not good enough, beautiful.”
I moan and rub myself across his thigh. “Please! I need to feel your mouth on mine. Need you to touch me. I fantasize about you fucking me. I need it. Please. Please.”
“Good girl,” He purrs.
The words make me giddy, eager to please, eager to do more. But before I can do anything, his mouth crashes down on mine. There’s nothing soft about Hunter, the way he kisses, the way he owns me.
He claims me in a soul-searching kiss that curls my toes and drops one of my heels to the floor. All I can do is take him. His tongue plundering my mouth, his hard body grinding against mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip.
And then he draws back, looks at me, changes the angle and kisses me again. I rub myself against him like a needy cat, trying desperately to get more, to cling to him, to get some kind of control, but I can’t.
Our kisses are warfare and I’m not sure I can survive the onslaught that has me shaking and eager for more. So I give in, licking across his tongue, moaning, trying to prolong every kiss and make the most of him.
I want to memorize the way he smells like old books and spiced leather. How he tastes like the best treat. How sexy and silky his tongue is against mine.
He jerks back and looks around like he wants to put me somewhere. I shake my head and manage to pull my arms free so I can wrap them around his neck, digging my fingers through his silky hair. “Now. Fuck me right now.”
He chuckles but doesn’t pull away from the kiss I give him as I dig my nails into his back and scalp. Hunter sinks with me to the floor and drags my shirt up my body before tearing it off. “Better hope there aren’t cameras in here.”
“Turned them all off accidentally,” I pant. “Whoops.”
Groaning, he looks me over as I struggle with his shirt. I get through four of the buttons before I jerk it over his head to see the expanse of tan skin. I marvel at him. How is he so fucking perfect? Every sculpted inch of his body and that one tattoo that I think his brother has too.
Hunter grabs my hand and holds it down above my head, his fingers lacing through mine. “You’re a wicked little thing.”
“I want to touch you.” I pant. “I want to fuck you and blow you. I want everything.”
He blinks a few times, as if he didn’t expect that, then lets out a slew of words in a language I don’t know before kissing me like he can pour his life into mine that easily. Groaning, I take it all. I tighten my grasp on his hand while my fingers dance along his spine and down to his tight, delicious ass.
Hunter sits up and strips me entirely, his eyes caressing me as they move across my body. “Fuck.”
“Now who’s begging for a taste.” I tease.
“I don’t beg.” He growls.
And he proves it by kissing and licking down my body. I swear, there’s not a place he doesn’t taste before he buries his face between my legs. My back arches and I grab his head in both hands as I slide my legs over his shoulders.
He groans and jerks me closer, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts and roll my nipples between his fingers. My eyes flutter shut as I release moan after whimpering moan. His mouth is wicked no matter how he uses it. I slap one hand down on the conference room carpet as my hips lift to rub against his tongue.
I catch his hungry gaze on me, demanding, sure, with that lingering spark of playfulness. And then he draws back, shoving my hips down. I whimper. I was so close to bliss, right on the edge. He pushes my hips down and licks up my body, from belly button to chin.