The Hunted (3 page)

“It’s a bit late for that,” he said, lifting his head to kiss the tip of my nose.  “Anyway, I will have to go soon.  I have a video conference at six am with a business associate in Singapore.  I can skip the gym but I need to shower and change.”

“You hit the gym before six am?” I asked incredulously. 

“Not every morning but yes, most days.  I have been celibate for a while and the only way that my body can cope is to hit the gym twice a day.”

I sat up, eyes wide.  “You … celibate?”

“Well, I was,” he said pointedly.

“What a waste!” I murmured, shaking my head. 

“You can talk!  Miss Man Ban!  Ha -that ban has been firmly lifted,” he chuckled.  “Luckily for me!”  He reached up and pulled my mouth back to his.

It’s okay.  He has to go soon and look - it isn’t remotely awkward between us.  Just go with it … it will be less awkward than forcing him out of the door and besides, he is an extraordinarily good kisser.

I surrendered to his kiss and then his hand was at my breast, slowly rolling and pinching my nipple gently.  I moaned softly and reached down for him, sliding my hand slowly up and down and then swirling the pad of my thumb around his tip, spreading the small bead of moisture around his crown.

“I don’t have to go just yet,” he whispered.  “Do you want to remember whether you like sex in the morning?” 

I heard my voice say breathily, “Oh yes, please,” before I could consider the question.

He smiled a slow, carnal smile as his hand swept down to between my thighs.  He twisted his body to lie on his side and I slid off his chest onto to the bed.  His fingers slid slowly down between my labia and his breath hitched in his throat.  “So wet,” he croaked.  “So ready.”  His mouth returned to mine he kissed me deeply as his other hand went to my breast.  My hands found their way back into his hair, running the silky strands though my fingers.

He slid a finger inside me and I felt my muscles clench around it.  He began stroking my sweet spot with his finger tip whilst his thumb rubbed my clitoris gently.  My heartbeat thudded in my ears as everything tightened inside me.  I grasped handfuls of his hair and pulled his head back so that I could look him in the eye. 

“I want you now.  I want to feel you on top of me, pounding in to me, right now,” I demanded.

His face flushed with lust and his fierce gaze conveyed his turmoil; I knew that he was wrestling his desire to obey me and his need to be in control.  I felt victorious when he slid on top of me, taking his weight on his forearms and I heard him growl, “Jesus Issy, what are you doing to me?”

“Not what I’d like to be doing.  Come on Lucas, fuck me now,” I urged him as I grazed my fingertips down his spine.

He stared into my eyes, his irises disappearing as his pupils dilated fully and his jaw clenched. 
That look is soooo hot! He wants it just as much as me!

And then he slammed into me, making me gasp as my insides threatened to explode as he drove fully into me. 
Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! 
I had never experienced such fullness, my insides ached.  He ground his hips into me before pulling out of me, oh so slowly, right to the tip of his thick crown.  I whimpered at the exquisite feeling of him drawing out of me, feeling like he was pulling my insides out with him.  He tensed slightly before slamming back in to me without warning. I cried out as I clenched around him and he moaned in response.  I suspected that I was feeling the consequences of my attempt to take control …
and I loved it!

He began to establish a rhythm but his drives were still fiercely raw.  As my body acclimatized to his onslaught, I began to rock my hips - matching him thrust for thrust.  My hands moved down to his firm, naked ass and I squeezed, digging my nails to his flesh as I attempted to pull him even deeper into me. His hips swiveled and he stroked that tender spot inside me.

I felt my orgasm building and I clenched around him harder than ever before.  Faster and faster he moved, nailing my body into the mattress and I felt my impending release breachng the dam and it rolled over me in devastating waves, making me shudder and cry out his name.  He thrust into me again before throwing back his head and growling “Fuck, Issy!” as he came long and hard, spilling into me as his thrusts subsided. 

He collapsed on top of me, fighting for breath and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my fingers stroking the nape of his neck and the back of his shoulders. 
Wow! That … was … mind … blowingly … good.  So raw … so real. 
My senses were scattered and we lay there, like that for several minutes, with him still inside me. 

“Well?” he said, suddenly, kissing the top of my head.

“Huh?” I was still non compos mentis.

“Do you like morning sex?” I could tell he was smiling.

“Hmmmmm,” was all that I could manage.

“That wasn’t what I intended,” he said softly.  “I had intended to make love to you gently and reverently, but when you told me to fuck you, what choice did I have?”

He gently rolled his hips and I could feel that he was still hard.  I gasped and bit his chest softly.  He repeated the movement and I felt my sex tighten in response.  He lifted his head and arched his back, softly kissing my forehead, then my cheek.  My eyes flicked open and my hands went to his face, gently cupping his face as he grazed his lips across mine. 

He kissed along my jaw line, down my throat and into the hollow of my neck as my hands moved around, onto his back.  I could feel his finely tuned muscles moving under my fingers as he continued to plant soft kisses along my collar bone. 

I couldn’t say who moved first but I realized that our hips were rocking together in a tantalizingly slow rhythm.  I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me until my nipples were rubbing faintly against his chest, his chest hair tickling and scratching. 

He reached down and licked my lower lip with delicious slowness as he swiveled his hips.  A long moan escaped from my parted lips and he absorbed it in his mouth. I sucked gently on his lower lip before stroking it with my tongue.  I felt as much as heard his low growl, deep in his throat and the kiss deepened, our tongues entwining and dancing. 
 

The speed and rhythm of our hips began to increase and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him towards me and encouraging him deeper.  He transferred his weight on to his hands and bent his
head, taking my nipple into his mouth.  He flicked his tongue across the swollen, puckered skin before nipping it.  My back arched in pleasure as the connection to my sex was made. 

My fingers clasped his ass and I dug my fingernails into him as I writhed and thrashed as he drove himself into me.  I came with a triumphant cry of release and I clung to him as his pace quickened for several thrusts before he climaxed growling “Fuuuuuck!”

He sat up, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me, holding me against his chest.  He held me like that for a while as I struggled to maintain consciousness.  I felt totally spent, my limbs were heavy and my mind couldn’t focus.  I nuzzled into his chest and almost immediately fell back to sleep.

I was awakened by a gentle knock on my door.  “Issy, are you alone?” I realized it was Angel’s voice.  She sounded impatient.  I was relieved to find that I now was alone.

I wrapped my naked body in my sheet and answered.  My door was immediately thrown open and Angel flew into the room and onto my bed.  “Well?” she squealed.

“Shhhh, keep it down,” I admonished, crossly and then, when I saw her hurt expression, I added.  “If you make coffee while I shower, I might tell you all about it.”

I walked into the kitchen, freshly showered and definitely feeling the effect of recent exertions on my muscles.  I could walk but with every step, I was reminded of my recent activities.  Angel smirked knowingly as she passed me my coffee cup but said nothing but when I found the bar stool at the breakfast bar too uncomfortable to sit on, she could contain her mirth no longer.

“Come on,” she giggled.  “Let’s sit on the sofa - if you can manage that!”

Once we were ensconced on the plush cushions, albeit gingerly in my case, the interrogation commenced.

Angel’s face was a picture when I told her that the dark, handsome stranger was Lucas Hunter.  She was rendered speechless when I told her that he owned the bar that had booked Chad’s band to play the night before.  She hadn’t seen the showdown on the dance floor, for which I was grateful, so I played it down.  When I recounted his promise to give me a cool half a million if he reneged on employing my design services, she opened and closed her mouth like a fish.  I was unusually coy about recounting our sexual exploits but I had to admit that it was the best sex that I’d had.  Like EVER!

Angel was teasing me about breaking my man ban when the intercom rang.  She flounced off to answer it, making a sarcastic comment about my reluctance to move and returned a few minutes later with a huge, huge bouquet of white flowers.  I knew who they were from and the realization that I hadn’t thanked Lucas for the other bouquet crossed my mind.  The room was quickly filled with their intoxicating scent as Angel placed them on the coffee table.  She extricated the little envelope and passed it to me, barely containing her delight.  “What does it say?  What does it say?” she squealed.

I held up the envelope, “It says ‘Issy’,” I said with playful sarcasm.

“Ha bloody ha,” she shot back sardonically.  “Open it!”

I laughed at her impatience and opened the envelope.  The card was written in confident, controlled handwriting and I knew that he had written it himself.  It read ‘Thank you for last night … and this morning.  It was beautiful - as are you.  Lucas’

“Awwww, how romantic,” Angel sighed dreamily.  “Chad doesn’t send me flowers like that!”

“I don’t do romance, and neither does he,” I said defensively.  “It is just a gesture … a thank you for some great sex.  No romance involved – he half dragged me back here like a cave man, fucked me senseless several times and that’s it.”

“I knew it was too much to hope for - so just your usual wham, bam, thank you ma’am?” 

No way! 
“I can assure you that there was nothing ‘usual’ about it – it was the best sex – well worth breaking my man ban for but I am reinstating it straight away.  And, as I’ve told you, it was a wham, wham, wham, wham, bam, thank you ma’am!”

Angel rolled her eyes and muttered ironically “And they say that romance is dead?” so I threw a cushion at her. 

“You are just jealous,” I teased. “I can ask Lucas to give Chad some tips if you like.”  Then a cushion hit me in the face.

By mid morning, I was forced to soak my aching muscles in a luxurious bath.  The tenderness between my thighs provoked delicious flashbacks of the hot sex that I’d had.  As I relaxed back into the water, I wondered whether my body was just out of practice but the flashbacks soon reassured me that wasn’t the case. 
It was mind blowing.  Oh god! I may as well keep up my sex ban forever because I doubt that I will ever have sex like that again. 
It was a sobering thought and I sighed.  At least things weren’t awkward between us afterwards.  I grinned. 
Well, at least his half a million dollars is safe.

I dressed in sweatpants and a cami top and was halfway through my lunchtime bagel when my cell rang. 
That’s odd, an unknown caller
.  I answered and was shocked to hear that orgasm inducing voice saying my name. 

“Lucas?” I gasped. 

“Hello, Issy.”

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.  How did you get my number?”

“Issy, your number is freely available.  You run your own business using that very number.”

Oh, of course.  Engage your brain, Issy!
  “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”