Some Like It Hot (28 page)

He immediately went after her tongue, tasting it, gently sucking, taking control of it and sending desire all through her body. Hunter was an ace at doing wicked things with his tongue and he was doing them now. He was proving a point. He hadn’t gotten over her yet. It was there in the way he was kissing her, making a combination of pleasure and heat rip into her. And when he stood and pulled her up from the chair, her eyes fluttered close and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He began exploring her body as his hands moved over the lower part of her back, her hips, and her behind. His arousal was huge and pressed hard against her middle and when she moved her hips against him and felt the heat continue to build in intensity between her legs, she realized he was proving another point.

She hadn’t gotten over him either.

The kiss was destined to last forever, and when she began whimpering in need, he let go of her mouth and moved his lips to her ear. “I want you. I need you, Mallory,” he whispered. His words, as well as his hot breath, made her shiver in his arms.

Mallory sighed deeply and tipped her head back to gaze into his eyes. She might regret her decision in the morning but at that moment, she needed him like she had never needed him before. She wanted to touch him, run her hands all over him, especially along the hard erection that was pressing against her belly. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, thrusting in and out. She needed the degree of ecstasy she could find only with him. When his hips moved deliberately against her, letting her feel what she was doing to him, she knew she had to have him the same way he had to have her. Total and complete.

Her pulse quickened and she groaned inwardly. Tonight, for a few brief hours, she longed to be the woman to tame the untamable Hunter.

Deciding to be daring and handle him the same way she’d always done, which was to meet him on his turbulent and oftentimes naughty level, she reached up and cupped his face in her palms and began teasing at his lips with her tongue. She felt his erection get harder, bigger, and took some satisfaction in knowing she was driving him as crazy as he was driving her.

Her hands moved from his face and slowly grazed over his shoulders. As she continued licking his lips, she was surrounded by his scent. It was a scent she had missed, a scent that was pushing her off the edge by sending shivers through her and turning her on even more.

Then suddenly, as if his restraint broke, he took things over and kissed her, putting an end to her teasing. He kissed her like doing so was his top priority, the only thing he wanted in life. The feeling was great, intoxicating, and she began trembling with anticipation. When he suddenly pulled back, the deep chocolate-colored eyes that met hers made her shudder that much more.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered in a voice so sexy, more heat began flowing around in her belly. “Please, say you’ll stay.”

She swallowed hard, her decision made. Leaning up on tiptoes she met his gaze and whispered, “Yes, Hunter, I’ll stay.”

Upon hearing Mallory’s words, Hunter released a low, throaty groan and swept her off her feet and up into his arms, wasting no time carrying her to his bedroom. Not wanting to place her on the bed just yet, he placed her back on her feet, loving the feel of her body sliding down his.

He reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulling her body closer to him, wanting her to again feel his need for her. He had never wanted a woman with this much intensity in his life, and a part of him wanted her to know that. He wanted to do more than just seduce her, or satisfy his desires with her, he wanted to take her, heart to heart, body to body, and soul to soul, and as mad as it sounded for him, Hunter Sloan, a man known to take what he wanted and not look back, it was a revelation he didn’t understand. He was beginning to realize that when it came to Mallory Standish he had a crazy streak. And the craziest thing at the moment was his need to see the color of her panties.

He leaned down and began kissing her, as his hand got busy raising her skirt up her hips. He then slid his hand underneath and pulled her backside to him as his hand touched her lacy panties.

A growl erupted in his throat when his fingers came into contact with the scrap of lace and when she began moving against him, heat began building at the tip of his erection and going all the way to the bottom of his feet. In a desperate need, his fingers tugged at the lace at her hip and when he dragged his mouth from hers he took a step back.

She was wearing a pair of mint-green panties.

His breath caught. “You are so beautiful,” he said, barely able to breathe as he got down on his knees to remove her skirt and then her panties. He was aching to touch her, was desperate to taste her. After she was completely bare below the waist, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her stomach and inhaled deeply, needing the scent of her in his nostrils.

He heard the tiny sigh that slipped from her lips when he began dragging his mouth across her stomach, tasting her with the tip of his tongue. His mouth moved lower, to the very essence of her and he kissed her there as if the taste of her could somehow satisfy the hunger that was raging within him.

It seemed that his brain shut down to the sounds she was making—her groans, her whimpers. The only thing he could concentrate on was ravishing her over and over again as his hand, tight and firm on her legs, held her to him greedily devouring all of her. He wanted Mallory to feel everything he was feeling. By the time their bodies joined he wanted her to know how much he had missed this, had missed her.

When he heard her scream out her orgasm he tightened his hold on her, his kiss plunging deeper, harder, and more intense. Only when he felt she was too weak to stand did he pull back, taking his mouth away and tilting his head back to meet her gaze.

“Now I want to get inside of you,” he whispered, slowly standing. “And I want to stay there all night. My body has been starving for you, Mallory, and it wants to be fed.”

He reached down and touched the area between her legs where he had kissed. “You’re wet and hot and we haven’t even gotten started yet,” he said as he began removing her blouse to reveal, not surprisingly, a mint-green lace bra. Without wasting any time he removed that as well and smiled when he saw how the tips of her breasts were firm and ready for him to devour. He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and captured one nipple in his grasp, making provocative sounds of enjoyment while he did so, determined to get his fill.

“Hunter.” The sound from her lips was soft; it trembled with a need he totally recognized and had definitely missed hearing.

He stopped his torment and met her gaze. “Let me make love to you all night long, Mallory. Let me give you pleasure by loving you in every way known to man, in ways man hasn’t discovered yet.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want you bad, Mallory. Feel me.”

He heard her soft gasp when he leaned forward and his erection pressed against her naked body as if seeking a way out of his jeans and inside of her. Satisfied she’d gotten a good idea of the degree of his desire, he stepped back and they stared at each other for a long moment.

“It’s not fair,” Mallory finally said, leaning closer to him, her bare breast brushing against his arm. “You still have on clothes.”

He smiled, giving her a slow once-over. “You look good naked.”

She returned his smile. “If I remember correctly, so do you.” She reached up and ran her hand beneath his tank top, letting her fingers skim across his hairy chest. He released a sharp intake of breath with her touch. Talk about not playing fair.

Deciding not to waste time he took a step back and whipped the shirt over his head. The only things left were his jeans and boxer shorts, and he planned on dispensing with both quickly. However, it seemed that Mallory had other ideas when she slowly unzipped his pants and eased her hand inside.

It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to come right then and there the moment she touched him. It had been a long time since any woman had touched him and no woman could touch him the way Mallory could. Her fingers were soft on his hardness, and each time she stroked him, she increased the risk of pushing him over the edge. When he did he wanted to be inside of her.

Heat began simmering through his veins and he briefly closed his eyes when he felt her push back the opening to his jeans to pull his shaft out. He reopened his eyes, aware of the shallowness of his own breathing as Mallory’s capable hands continued on the path of total destruction, unrequited pleasure, sliding her fingers over him, pulling on him, letting the tips of her fingernails gently scrape along his hypersensitive skin.

He tipped his head back and gloried in how her touch was making him feel, wanting to get inside of her with a force that had him nearly gasping for breath. He had to stop her since he was less than a heartbeat away from climaxing just where he stood. “Now who isn’t playing fair?” he said in a throaty whisper, taking a step back out of her reach and quickly removing his jeans and boxers.

He watched as she licked her bottom lip. “Umm, I feel extremely naughty.”

He gazed into her beautiful face while standing before her stark naked. “And I feel extremely horny and I know of a way to take care of both.”

He watched her eyes darken and knew she was dying to find out what he had in mind. The one thing he’d always liked and enjoyed about Mallory was her willingness to trust him on all levels when it came to giving her pleasure. Whenever they shared a bed, making love had always been an adventure, and they had enjoyed the activity with wild abandonment each and every time. Just thinking about some of the things they’d done made his blood boil.

He reached out, picked her up in his arms, walked over to the bed, and placed her in the center of it. Desire, the likes he’d never experienced before, suddenly overwhelmed him and some unnamed emotion that was new to him took control. For a brief moment he thought of how good she looked in his bed, and he admitted that she had always looked like she belonged there.

Suddenly, a part of his brain hurled the question at him as to why he had ever let her leave in the first place, and he knew the answer. Fear. He had gotten scared when she had begun getting under his skin. His heart thundered at the memory of how he had turned possessive and how the thought of seeing her each day would send shivers of excitement up his spine.

“Hunter.”

The sound of her calling his name made his chest tightened and he marveled at how she could still affect him. Mallory Standish was the most fascinating woman he had ever met as well as the sexiest.

And he wanted her and was driven by a need to have her.

He made a small sound in his throat as he slowly joined her on the bed. And as he gently reached for her he realized that he had her back where she belonged, in his bed, and that he wouldn’t ever let her go again. Hunter caught his breath at the depths of his thoughts. He wasn’t exactly sure why that revelation had come to him at this particular time; all he knew was that it had, and he meant it.

Instead of teetering precariously on the edge, he had definitely fallen over.

Mallory’s heart began pounding deep within her chest as Hunter’s predatory gaze slammed into her, making her feel things she had never felt before. Her sexual appetite was high, and from the look in his deep brown, she knew his was, too.

They had not made any promises to each other; the notion of anything beyond this night hadn’t even been discussed, yet she was willing to go all the way with him, sleep with him again, in a way that made her breathing ragged.

“You’re hot, Mallory.”

His observation brought a heated smile to her face. She was more than hot, she was burning to a sexual crisp.

“I can tell by your scent,” Hunter said further, leaning over her and whispering the words in her ear. “You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he asked, positioning his body over her in way that kept their middle parts from touching.

“Yes” was the only response she was able to give before he slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her with the skillful stroke of his tongue. He was kissing her in a way that made flames race through every part of her body, especially between her legs, making her wetter.

“Ahh,” she whispered moments later when he finally released her mouth. She could actually hear the thumping of her heart as his tongue feasted on her breasts. Moments later he moved his mouth to the center of her chest to lick off the beads of moisture that had gathered there.

“Hunter…”

He then pressed his forehead against hers, holding her gaze hostage, demanding her full attention, which was hard to do when his fingers had made their way between her legs, intent on stroking her sensitive flesh.

“Are you still on the Pill?” he whispered the question against her ear.

Mallory grasped his shoulders thinking if she didn’t hold on to something she would surely pass out from the feelings he was evoking within her. “Yes.” She could barely get the single word out.

“Good. And I meant what I said, Mallory, I haven’t made love to another woman since, so you don’t have to worry about me not being safe, okay?”

“Okay.” Again the word was forced from her lips. “And I haven’t been with anyone else either.”

Her words touched him, pleased him tremendously. “Then lead me home,” he whispered, in what sounded like a strained voice. “Take me inside of you, Mallory. Please.”

Mallory’s breath caught as she squeezed her fingers around Hunter’s hard arousal. His flesh felt hot to the touch and the moment the tip of him touched her opening, he threw his head back and released a deep-in-the-gut groan that could be heard throughout the room.

She tried ignoring the sound as she continued to take him into her, almost losing it the moment his shaft touched her womanly core. Her muscles greedily clenched him, tightened, while he pushed forward, filling her to the hilt. She reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow as she fought to catch her own breath.

“This is what I’ve been wanting the past six months, so much so that I haven’t been able to think straight,” he whispered through clenched teeth as he slowly began thrusting in and out, withdrawing then surging back inside of her again as if he could not get enough, at least not in this lifetime.

Mallory lifted her hips to his, meeting him stroke for stroke, glorying in the feel of his length and thickness as it slid in and out of her, pushing her out of control at the sensations that were ramming through her body. Whether they had another encounter after tonight or not didn’t matter to her at the moment. What mattered was that her body was getting satisfied and her wants fulfilled.

She wrapped her legs around him, feeling incredibly dizzy with desire as he continued to thrust into her. And when he threw his head back and let out a torturous groan at the same moment that her body tightened when a climax roared through her, he tightened his grip on her hips and pushed deep into her as he, too, was consumed within the throes of passion.

She felt his release inside of her as he furiously bucked into her while aftershocks quaked through her and went directly to him, toppling them both over the edge. She tightened her legs around him, wanting everything he was giving and then some.

For long moments, after the explosion subsided, they lay there, unable to move, their breathing labored, their bodies still connected. Then slowly Hunter leaned up and kissed her, deeply, passionately. She felt him getting hard inside of her again and her feminine muscles reacted, tightening, clenching, and cradling his hard growing erection.

“Ready for another round?” he whispered huskily, nipping at a sensitive area of her neck.

The room had the aroma of sex, intoxicating and potent. Mallory wondered just how many more rounds they could go and knew that the sky was the limit. Tonight he would be her all-night man and she would be his all-night woman. And tomorrow she would not have any regrets, just more memories to add to all the others.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she murmured, barely able to speak.

“Good.” And he began thrusting into her all over again.