And then it did.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as the first waves radiated from my core, jolting my whole body as if I’d been shocked by a live wire. My legs trembled, so weak I almost fell off Hunter’s lap, but his grip on my hips kept me upright as the pleasure soared through my system.
Clarity finally hit me with the last jolt of my first-ever climax, and all at once I came back to my senses.
Holy shit, what the hell was I doing?
I wasn’t supposed to kiss Hunter like this, grind against him, or ride his hand and come on him. I was supposed to feign sickness after one chaste little kiss and get rid of him. That was all.
Shit.
I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy, because Hunter was clearly an expert at this game. He acted like we were just fooling around like regular teenagers who couldn’t control themselves around each other, but the truth was that he was in complete control. Always. He could make me do whatever he wanted, because he made me want it too. Just the slightest touch from him sent me careening into space, all logic and reason vanishing into the dark abyss, and he knew it.
He made me feel like I was spinning out of control, and after the things that had happened to me in my life before RFA, I was a person who liked and needed to be in control.
I had to stop this right now, before I went down a dark path of no return.
“Hunter… I can’t.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away, ignoring the primal part of my mind that was screaming for me to kiss him again, strip his clothes away, touch every inch of him.
He leaned back on his forearms, frown creasing his forehead. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
I couldn’t just tell him to get the hell out of here. Couldn’t arouse any suspicions from him. Not yet.
I got off the bed and stood next to it. “I don’t feel well,” I said, wincing as I clutched at my abdomen. “I think… maybe I have food poisoning.”
“Oh, shit.” Hunter’s eyes filled with concern. He really was an amazing actor. “Do you need me to get you something?”
I swallowed thickly and shook my head. “No, you should probably go before I throw up everywhere,” I said. “I’m sorry. It only just hit me a few seconds ago.”
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” he said soothingly, trying to pull me close again.
I resisted him, pulling myself backward. “No. I don’t want to give it to you.”
He grinned. “If it’s contagious, I’d say I already caught it from you after what we just did.”
I put a hand over my mouth, acting like I was about to vomit at any moment. “I really don’t want you to see me like this. It’s so embarrassing.”
He sat up straighter. “I don’t mind. Everyone gets sick sometimes. Let me take care of you.”
God, why wouldn’t he just stop?
“Please,” I muttered. “I need to be alone.”
Hunter sighed and stood up. “Look, I really want to hang around and make sure you’re okay, but I guess I can’t force you to let me stay,” he said. He took a step closer and rubbed the side of my arm. “If you start to feel any worse, and you need me to come back, just call me, okay?”
I nodded. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He suddenly seemed to remember that his phone battery was dead, and he went over to my desk and scribbled something down on a notepad. “This is the number to the main landline at my house,” he said, ripping the paper off the rest of the pad and holding it up. “You can use it if you can’t get through to my cell.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Are you sure you want me to go?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please. I’m really sorry.”
He stepped over to me and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t say sorry. It’s not your fault.”
“It is. I had sashimi for lunch, and it didn’t taste right. I should’ve thrown it all out and had something else,” I said with a low groan, leaning right into the sickness story.