Adie felt Hunt’s hard erection pressing against her and heat rocketed through her. Why were they sleeping? They had only a few days left together, hours really, and they were wasting time when they could be making love. Rolling over onto her back, Adie turned her head to look at him and sucked in a harsh breath at the blazing heat in his eyes, the desire on his face.
She fell, and fell some more, unable to believe that such a masculine man could want her so much.
Adie tried to say good-morning but the words died in her throat, overwhelmed by the hot emotions she could see in his eyes. Yeah, tenderness was there, as was lust and was that regret? Or fear?
She didn’t know; she couldn’t tell. Neither could she ask. She simply wasn’t ready for a heart-to-heart conversation.
Besides, she didn’t want to talk, she wanted to feel, to be, to love this amazing, sexy man as the snow fell behind them.
Gently pushing Hunt onto his back, Adie straddled his thighs, dragging her wet core over his ready-to-play erection. He felt so good, so intensely hard and hot, satin over iron. How was she supposed to give this up? How was she supposed to walk away from so much pleasure, from how he made her feel?
You can’t think about that, Adie, not now—all you can do is enjoy him. Take the moment, the hour, the day...and mentally record every memory.
Adie, not wanting to end this before it started, leaned down to kiss Hunt, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Holding his face in both her hands, she stroked her thumbs over his cheekbones, her fingers over his jaw, trying to imprint these feelings into her psyche, hoping to burn the way he felt and smelled, the way he kissed and tasted, into her subconscious.
Hunt’s hands moved up and down her back, over her butt, up her sides, and onto her breasts. His touch, like hers, was a little desperate, as if he were trying to commit her to memory, as well.
Hunt gripped the back of her head, fusing her mouth against his, taking the kiss deeper and then deeper still. His need for her fed her own desire and she tilted her hips, needing more, needing everything. She felt rather than heard his moan of approval and her hands streaked over his upper body, trying to touch him wherever she could. Oh, how she wished she could completely fuse their bodies together. Having him inside her wasn’t enough—she wanted more...
And once she got it, she suspected it still wouldn’t be enough.
Hunt, his hand in her hair, tugged her head back and when she looked into his eyes, she gasped at the passion and need in his eyes.
“Goddammit, you’re exquisite.” Tightening his arm around her waist, he flipped her over and entered her with one long, sure, perfect stroke. Adie’s legs encircled his hips and she pushed her nails into his firm butt, groaning with approval as he sought her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers.
For the longest time, Hunt was content to stay inside her, kissing her with a ferociousness he’d never displayed before. Without leaving her, he kissed her throat, pushed her breasts up so her nipples could meet his mouth, nibbled her collarbone but always, always returning to her mouth.
Pleasure dipped and peaked but Adie didn’t want to come. She didn’t want this to end. And Hunt didn’t hurry them along, seemingly content to make their encounter last, to drag out this experience for as long as possible.
Because they’d never do this again...
The thought hit her—a hot, hard, devastating swipe. This was it, as soon as they were done—probably after they’d had a shower and cleaned up—he’d call it quits.
And that was okay; she knew it had to end. And if he didn’t end it, she would. She had to. Sure, she was supposed to stay only another three days, but her feelings for Hunt were growing at warp speed—when had that happened? She’d been so in control! And by the weekend she might be thinking about forever, about marriage and babies.
No, she couldn’t let that happen. She needed to pack up her stuff andgo.
There wouldn’t be any promises to keep in touch, to see each other again...her fairy tale in New York was over and it was time for her to return to real life.
Because if she stayed, if they continued this, they would start saying words they didn’t really mean, I-love-yous and I-can’t-live-without-yous.
No, it was better to leave while they liked each other, while Hunt still liked her. She wanted Hunt to have only good memories of her.
“Stop thinking,” Hunt told her. “Be with me.”
Adie wanted to keep some semblance of control but Hunt’s mouth was demanding. His hands were insistent and he was driving his cock deeper into her, demanding her response. Her nipples tingled, her skin flushed and her channel pulsed with need as she hovered on the edge of an earth-shattering climax.
How could she feel so good but so miserable at the same time? How could she be two people simultaneously, one begging him to push her over the edge, the other silently screaming that she had to leave, that she needed to protect herself, that her bourgeoning feelings for him scared the skin off her?
Then her orgasm hit, crashing over her head and she begged Hunt for more. He responded, shoving his hand between them to find her nub while his hips pistoned into her. Adie felt herself rocket upward and when she felt his release, she fell over that cliff again, falling, falling...exploding.
Tears streamed from her eyes and she tasted them on her lips, confused and upset and throbbing with the aftermath of concentrated pleasure.
He’d made her fly, sent her to the stars and back, but now reality was rushing up to meet her, cold and hard and oh-so-unwelcome.
He didn’t love her and this had to end.
Maybe he loved her a little and this didn’t have to end.