Laney
Hunter’s lipswere suddenly on mine, hot and needy.
I opened my mouth to utter a surprised moan, caught off-guard and unprepared, but that only encouraged him to kiss me harder. His tongue flirted with my lips and pushed inside, stroking mine, and I melted against him, allowing myself an intoxicating taste of his desire.
As he devoured my mouth, tongue dancing with mine in an urgent rhythm, I felt the same tingles racing up and down my spine as I did that night when I invited him to my dorm and kissed him on my bed. I was floating in the same heady fog of lust, too, the one that drowned out the part of my mind that begged me to stop.
Only this time, there was nothing telling me to stop.
I reached one hand up and put it on the back of Hunter’s neck, pulling him down to kiss me even harder. My other hand gripped his shoulders, relying on him to keep me standing because my legs were quivering, muscles melting like the rest of me.
He broke away a moment later and put his forehead against mine. “I probably should’ve asked before I did that,” he said softly.
“No, I was actually hoping you’d do it,” I whispered back, a tiny smile curving up my lips.
He grinned. “Really?”
I nodded. Then I surprised myself by putting both hands on his face and tilting my chin upward, taking charge of our next kiss.
I wanted his mouth on mine again more than anything. I wanted to prove something to myself, too. Prove that I could do this. I could let someone kiss me and touch me without fear or reservation, and I could do it right back to them.
Hunter groaned and crushed me to his body, tangling his fingers in my hair as our lips melded. We kissed like the world was on fire and these were our final moments before the end. My hands were all over him, exploring the ridges of muscle on his back and chest, and then his were all over me, touching my face, my neck, my arms, my hips, my ass. I could feel how hard he was as he pressed his body against mine, and when I thrust my hips forward, pushing myself even closer to him, he let out a quiet, tense pant of pleasure.
“Let’s go to my dorm,” I whispered, breaking our embrace. Heat was pooling in my core and electricity was surging through my body. I needed this now. I needed him. He made me feel alive and reckless in the best kind of way, and he was the only one who could do it.
Hunter slipped a hand under my blazer and shirt, cockily brushing his thumb along the sensitive skin of my stomach. “The bell is going to ring in ten minutes,” he murmured. “A good little student like you wouldn’t want to miss a class, right?”
“It’s just homeroom,” I said breathlessly. “No one cares about that.”
He drew back, crooking his brows. “Wait… you’re serious?”
I nodded fervently. “Take me back to my dorm, Hunter.”
I didn’t need to tell him again.
He took my hand and pulled me toward the nearest exit, and then we ran to Blair Hall, giddy with excitement, veins flooding with adrenaline. We stole kisses on the way, and the moment we stepped inside, kicked our shoes off and tumbled onto my bed, all bets were off.
Between frantic kisses, Hunter tore off his blazer, tie, and shirt. The feel of his hard muscles and bare skin beneath my fingertips stole my breath, and a little flare of pleasure sparked between my legs as he rolled his hips against mine. I had no idea such a small movement would feel so good. No idea I could want something or someone somuch.
I let out a moan and shuddered, clawing at the back of Hunter’s head, needing more.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Laney,” he panted, his mouth barely an inch from mine. “Make that sound again and I don’t know what I’ll do to you.”
“Do whatever you want,” I whispered, hands fumbling with his belt.
Hesitation flickered in his eyes, and I saw a tendon straining in his neck as he tensed up. “No. Not like this,” he said, guiding my hand away from his pants.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a small voice, chest tightening. “You don’t want to?”
“Of course I fucking do,” he muttered, moving down to plant a torturous kiss on my collarbone. “But it needs to be about you. Not me.”
My body was on fire, nipples peaked so hard beneath my bra that they actually hurt. My raging desire for Hunter had been building up inside me for far too long, and I couldn’t wait. I knew I probably should, but I just couldn’t.
“I’ll be okay,” I said breathlessly. “I want it. I swear.”
I was sure about that. One hundred percent sure. The ugly memories that used to haunt me had faded away, and all I could see or think of was him.
He leaned down to kiss my collarbone again. “I know you do,” he replied in a soft murmur. “But if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it on your terms. I need you to feel safe.”