Hunter's Heart (8 page)

“You aren’t hurting me. You feel good.”

A quick thrust and he filled her completely then eased back to look at her.

“What?” She feared she’d done something wrong.

He titled his head and began to rock. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers through her. “You are so beautiful I just want to look at you.” His finger traced her collarbone then went to her cheek and smoothed away her wild hair.

“Gawd, oh gawd.” It had never felt this good.

“Hold on tight. I’m going to carry you.”

“Where?” she gasped.

“A chair.” He smirked at her. “I can’t go too far.” He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted. “Not with my pants around my ankles and my dick inside you.”

“Then why are we going anyplace?” Her arms circled his neck.

“Angle’s wrong.” Somehow he managed to move a kitchen chair around. “I can’t give you the right friction.” He slipped out then settled them on the chair. “I want it to feel as good for you as it does for me.”

What was he talking about?
She was half out of mind with “feel good.”

“Now, put your feet down and stand.” She needed no more instruction. She planted her feet and he held himself steady as she lowered slowly, taking him in completely. His hands went to her waist and he made a slight movement with his hips. She rose, moving almost completely off him, enjoying his expression. Then she lowered, letting him slide in all the way and began to gyrate her hips.

“Yes. Like that,” he half moaned. She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the line of his shoulder. He mumbled something she didn’t understand and she raised up to look into his face. “What did you say?”

He didn’t answer but covered her mouth with his, kissing hard. Moving slow was no longer an option. She hooked her feet on the chair rungs, grasped his shoulders. In this position, she controlled how fast they moved. How deep he went.

His hands clamped on her ass and he pumped his hips, keeping up with her rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge and point of no return. She dropped her feet to the floor for more leverage and moved faster.

“Celia,” he moaned, “slow down or I won’t last.” He grasped her hips, attempting to restrict her movements.

She ignored him and kept the pace. “I. Don’t. Want. It to last.”

“I’m. Not. Going. To argue.” He forced his hips up harder, meeting her moves.

She focused on the pleasure of that hot length sliding in and out. The pressure. The heat. The friction. Nothing mattered but now.
“Yes, yes,”
she gasped. “I’m going to….”

“Come for me.”

The sound of his voice thick with lust pushed her to the edge. Her head fell back and she couldn’t help crying out. The internal tightening overtook her and her heart pounded unbearably hard as the orgasm blasted through her.

He wasn’t far behind. Shuddering with his own release, he gripped her waist, anchoring her to him. Relief came in wave after wave until she caved against his body, resting her head on his shoulder, taking in the scent of their mingled bodies and the sex. Enjoying the feel of his warm breath on her face. Reveling in the feel of his slick body. She tried to move but sometime in the last minutes, her bones seemed to have escaped her body.

“Don’t move.” His hand slid up and down, caressing her spine. “Feels good like this.”

She realized he was still inside her. Her walls clenched and his body jerked in response.

“That was…. You were. Amazing. I’ve never felt like that. Come like that.” Other lovers hadn’t allowed her any control and Hunter had given it to her completely.

He cupped her chin, lifting her face. “
You
were amazing.” He delivered a soft consuming go-on-forever kiss. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, the next time we can take our time,” he said when he finally released her mouth.

She blinked. “Next time? But, I came. Didn’t you?”

“I did. Last time I checked the sex rule book, there was no penalty for coming more than once.” He gave her a look. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Her other sexual encounters had been with once-and-we’re-done men, whether she’d come or not.

“I want to see you naked.” He swallowed then cleared his throat. I want to use my mouth on you. Touch you everywhere.”

“I’m good with that.” She tried to shimmy out of her dress.

“Not here. In your bed. And, I need a couple of minutes to reload.”

He thought the sex in the kitchen would take the need edge off. It didn’t. It added fuel to the fire. Upstairs they couldn’t get enough of each other. He helped her strip off her dress and bra and
holy shit
. She was perfect. It took all the control he possessed to keep from slamming into her again. He wanted to make this time last.

She dropped back on her bed and he joined her. In an instant, she was braced over him, tracing his muscles with her fingers.

“You body is so damn hot,” she said and switched to lips, tongue and teeth to explore him. She licked his dick like that damn ice cream until he couldn’t stand it and flipped her to her back.

“My turn.” He mimicked what she’d done. As he mapped her body with his mouth, she squirmed, twisted and squealed and he made mental notes of what she liked most. Open-mouthed, sucking kisses on her inner thighs got an, “
Oh My Gawd,”
squeal of approval. At her center, he sucked, then plunged his tongue inside, tasting. She cried out, bucking and twisting.
That
was a definite yes. He slipped a finger inside, flicked her clit with his tongue and she detonated. He moved up to suck at her plump nipples, continuing to work his fingers in and out of her quivering flesh until he had to be in her again. He covered himself, moved over her and surged inside.

“Hunter, I….” she said between gasps.

Tremors wracked his body. As much as he wanted to prolong this, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Celia tightened and pulsed around him, arched then came again. He groaned as his pleasure roared through him, leaving in short hot bursts.

He lay on her, still inside, his sweaty body pinning her. He made to move away and her arms coiled around his neck. “No. Don’t go away,” she murmured. “I don’t want this to end.”

He planted kisses from her ear, across her flushed cheek to her mouth. “We can do it again. Remember, no limits.”

“Promise.”

Her tone caused him to rise up and look at her face. “I do foresee more of this in my future. Just not in the next ten minutes.”

“Okay.” She nodded and gave him a smile.

He rolled away and went to the head to ditch the condom. When he came back, the bedside lamp was on and she was gone. “Celia?”

“Downstairs. Be up in a minute.”

He piled pillows against the headboard, sat and waited. She came in, still naked, and carrying a tray loaded with takeout containers of Armenian food.

“I was hungry,” she said, putting the tray on the bed. “Are you?”

“I’m always hungry,” he said, thinking he wouldn’t mind eating her again.

She nudged him. “For food,” she said opening a container.

He cleared his throat and pulled on his ear. “Damn, didn’t know I was that transparent.”

“Wasn’t too difficult to figure. You were staring at me when you said it.” She gave him a provocative look. “Food, now. Me, later.”

“Works for me,” he said.

When the takeout boxes were empty he moved off the bed and gathered them up.

“I’ll take them down,” she said through a yawn.

“Nope. You brought them up. I’ve got it.”

When he returned, she was curled on her side, asleep. He stared at her, mesmerized, studying her carefully. Her hair, the delicate features of her face, her soft curves. She stirred and smiled. So did his body. For a moment he considered waking her then dismissed the idea. Instead he lowered himself carefully, doing his best not to move the bed too much.

The moment he touched her she spooned against him, her back against his chest. He draped an arm over her, his hand naturally cupping a breast. She didn’t wake but sighed deeply. He drifted to sleep, feeling the rise and fall of her chest.

He slept until his phone and watch alarms woke him. Celia now lay with her upper body across his. Regrettably he eased from under her soft weight then swung his feet to the floor and sat. Before he had the alarms turned off, she’d draped herself over his back, kissing his neck, biting his ear.

“Thought you were asleep.”

Her sleep-warmed arms went over his shoulders. Her hands glided over his chest, stopping at his nipples, tweaking.

“One more time,” she wheedled, rubbing her hardened nipples on his back.

“Celia, I can’t. I have to go.” He said it with no conviction and made no attempt to stop her. He liked what she was doing and his body was responding. “I have to be on base in an hour and a half.”

She moved around him slowly and gracefully to straddle his lap. “One more time.” Her fingers played with the hair on his chest as she rubbed her hot wetness against his growing cock. “A quickie,” she said in his ear. “I’m already wet. I’ll touch myself and come fast.”

Fuck.
He was hard as a post and there was no way to hide it. “Can’t, no more condoms.” Not on him. He did have a box in the truck.

She grew thoughtful then serious. “I had a physical two months ago. I’m good. I haven’t been with a man in a year and half. I get the birth control shot. I can show you the bill.” The tip of her tongue glided over her kiss-swollen lips. “I know you have to be cleared every three months. It’s thirty-five minutes to your base.” Her thumb played with the sweet spot below his tip. “Probably less, this time of day.”

As she stroked and rubbed his small head, he did the time math in his big head. He’d worked on his gear all of yesterday. It was in his cage, packed and ready to go.

She moved from stroking and pumping his painfully hard dick to cupping his balls and he caved.

“I—can’t be late.”

She didn’t hesitate. She pushed him to the bed, sliding her wet slit up his length, pinning his cock to his belly. She kept on moving until the slick opening was near his face. Grasping the headboard she rose on her knees.

“Use your tongue like you did last night so I’m wet enough for you.”

Fuck
. She was already wet enough, but there was no way he’d pass up the opportunity to taste her. He held her hips and lapped until she jerked from his grip. He watched, hypnotized as she snaked her body down his then lowered her wicked hot lips to his, tasting her on him. Nipping his lower lip before she continued her journey down his body. Pausing to rub her breasts on his chest. His whole body trembled with the need of her.

“Oh. That feels
sooo
good,” she said. Her unruly hair and intense gaze gave her a wild look.

“Tell me—
Ahhh—
about it.” When her opening met his tip, she wiggled, working him inside, until he was in to the balls.

She planted her hands on his chest and pushed to a sit. “Put your hands on my tits.”

He did and she slipped a hand down her belly, down between her legs, squirming and riding him. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” Hell, he’d been ready a half a second after he was inside.

“So am I.” She moved, taking him halfway out and he groaned as he slid back into her heat.

“Hunter.” She moved harder and faster, tightening around him.
“Hunter
.
”
She reached around and held his balls.

Damn,
that was it. He came with surprising intensity. She kept the rhythm, kept saying his name, kept rocking until she clenched around him with her release. It was undeniably the hottest sex he’d ever experienced. She’d taken complete control and the way she touched him, touched herself…. The way she moved. He hadn’t come like that in….
Never.
Maybe it was the no condom thing.

She’d collapsed to his chest and he was content to stay holding her like this forever. He would, if he wasn’t schedule to be on a plane in two hours.

Chapter 6

The big mean fighting machine no longer has any idea what it’s doing.

In the empty locker room Hunter hastily changed, collected his gear then ran to join the knot of men waiting outside for their ride to the tarmac. He’d left Celia’s, pushed the truck into triple digits and gratefully hadn’t encountered the local authorities. Still he was late.

He was never late. Most times, he was the first to arrive.

“Glad you could make it,” Bambi called out, erasing any chance he had to ghost unnoticed into the group.

“
Maaan,
she must have been good to make
you
late,” Kirk said.

“Shut the fuck up.” He shot the man a wicked look along with a middle-finger salute. Wrong thing to do. That only encouraged the bastards. Until they were on the plane and engine noise drowned them out, he was the recipient of a shitload of sexual remarks that were as bad as any newbie hazing he taken when he came into the teams.

They were on their way to Nevada for combined mountain and desert training with the Army and scheduled to be gone for two weeks. Normally the moment they made altitude he’d be asleep but the way he left Celia bugged the shit out of him. She had no idea he wouldn’t be back for two weeks.