“Please do it now,” I whisper.
I shut my eyes.
“Eyes on me, Libby.” And he’s spreading me open. I hear a hoarse sound as he rubs into me—deeper, this time—and, with a single, heavy thrust, he pushes in. It stings so badly I gasp. He’s got his eyes shut, his mouth open when I peek up at him. He groans as he pushes once more, deeper, and I’m impaled.
I whimper, arching at the strange sensation.
“You okay, Libby?”
He leans over for a trembling, open-mouthed kiss, and I can feel the movement of his hard length deep inside me.
“Oh God.” It makes me...want to move. “Oh my God…Hunter.”
It still hurts, but as I lift my hips, there’s a need in me to…feel him moving.
“God.” It still hurts but it feels really, really good, too. Like I might burst or pass out. I open my legs a little. Gently lift my hips to…feel more. I’m rewarded by a strangled groan, and Hunter pulls out slightly.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, Lib.”
He rocks out a little further, squeezing my hip with his damp hand. I can see the pleasure on his face—the way his lips part and his jaw drops slightly as he breaths deeply. Then he’s pushing slowly back in, feeding his dick into my heat inch by inch, and I shiver because it feels out of this world. Then he’s in me—really in—and I can’t help a loud groan.
He pumps, making me see stars, and then draws out so slowly.
I’m moaning—loud, deep sounds that swell in my throat without my permission. As we find a rhythm, I lose my grip on my body. We’re rocking together, and I’m clinging to his wrists and he’s bowed over my chest. He shifts his whole body again so he can drop a quick kiss on my mouth. I gasp as he rocks so his shaft glides over my clit. It feels so good, I lean up, trying to grab his ass. Oh dear God, I want him all.
Hunter gets the message. He lodges himself in me deeper than ever, pushing in a way that feels so good that I mewl like some kind of animal as I see stars behind my eyelids.
“Hunter,” I pant.
He drags slowly out, pushes back in. His thrusts start to come harder. I can barely move my trembling legs to lift my hips as I cry his name like a litany.
Something…happens. I feel heat bloom in me, through me. I’m aware of him—long, thick, and probing—and of myself—stretched and taking, wanting every inch inside me. Then he’s in, and I have never felt so filled, so blissful. I have all of him, and then I’m undone, come apart, and my eyes flip open. I can see his nipples—hard, taut—as I feel his body stiffen. He groans loudly, and deep in me, I can feel him swell and thump a little.
“Libby.”
I think he shudders, but I don’t know. I’m half sobbing, my whole body overwhelmed with pure sensation.
And then I’m aware of him pulling out, leaving me aching and empty, but it’s okay because he’s pulling the covers over me, pressing his body against mine. We’re lying side by side, and his arms gather me against him.
“Thank you,” he breathes.
“Oh my God.” I laugh. He grins, and I can see his hair is damp and sticking up. His eyes glow with dazed warmth as they look into mine.
“That was amazing,” I say.
He smooths the covers over me. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”
“No way. It was perfect.” He kisses my lips and then my hair, and then my cheek, and when he smiles again, it’s almost dreamy.
“Will you shower with me?” he asks.
I lean my head against his chest. “I actually just remembered...Cross drove me, and he’s probably waiting. He’ll notice and I would be extremely embarrassed.” I flush. “I think I’m already going to be embarrassed.”
He toys with a strand of my hair. “Don’t be.” He kisses my temple. “Can you stay here for a minute? Let me get a wash cloth for you, maybe a bottle of water?”
I nod. “Thank you.”
I watch him disappear into the bathroom, and I think how different I feel from last time I was in this room. My heart hammers as I think again about Cross. There’s a window to my right, and I can see out of it if I lean off the bed and peek between the wooden blinds. I sit up, feeling kind of woozy but still pleasantly sated.
As I turn to face the window, I see movement on the other side of it. I freeze. Then the thing swings on its hinges, and I find myself staring at one Michael Lockwood.
Chapter 33
Hunter
I DID IT. I had sex with Libby—and it was incredible.
I clean up in the bathroom then find a glass bowl, rinse it out, and fill it with warm water. Then I search my cabinet for the softest towel I can find. As I sift through washcloths, I’m surprised to find my hands are unsteady. I’m…excited, I guess. I can’t wait to crawl back into bed with Libby—even if it’s just for a few minutes.