They needed sex to reconnect, so he could show her that she had no reason to panic. That she didn’t have to fear what she, deep down, wanted. Hopefully, he could break through her wall enough so they could talk out the rest of their issues afterward.
“I want that pretty ass of yours.” He went on as if she hadn’t spoken, refusing to lend credence to her fear. “I’m going to run my palms up and down that fine backside. Those sweet cheeks took a spanking so well.” He feathered the tips of his fingers down her back, then drifted over the tender line between her cheeks. “I’m sure it will take a fucking the same way.”
She gasped, tried to step back. His hold was too tight.
“No one’s ever penetrated you here, and I want to be the first one.” The only one. “I could give myself wet dreams just thinking about prying those sweet cheeks apart and sliding my dick, dripping with your juice, back here, then plunging deep. I want that, honey. Just like I want to see if anal sex will make you come.”
Kata dropped her gaze, her brows drawing together tightly, like she was fighting hard to resist the lure of his seduction.
Hunter grasped her chin and raised her stare back to his. “No running, no hiding. Eyes on me. Until Sunday, Kata.”
A mulish expression tore across her face—along with need. Hunter waited with a patience that chafed.
She sighed, opened her mouth, closed it.
Hunter seized the opportunity. “Until I figure out who is trying to kill you and why so I can stop them, I know you’re safe with me. Stay. I’ll protect you.”
“No one else has threatened me since Sunday. Maybe they’ve given up.”
He’d wondered at the pause, too, but in his gut, he knew the threat wasn’t over. “Or whoever is behind the hit is just waiting for us to get sloppy.”
Kata hesitated. “All right. Until Sunday, but you have to consider what I’m saying and give me some space.”
That was the last thing Kata needed. Still, her concession to give him more time was big. If she’d trust him, he’d give her something wonderful in return.
“I’ll do my best.” He cupped her jaw and stared directly into her eyes. “But you have to try to trust me.”
She sent him a solemn glance, and he hoped like hell that she was considering his words. Finally, she nodded.
Sighing in relief, he wrapped a hand around Kata’s hip and pulled her in close, whispering against her lips, “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah . . . After I found all the ways to make you come with just my hands, I’ll start in on you with my mouth. Did you know I have a huge oral fixation? I’m always going to be tasting some part of you. Your lips . . .” He pressed a slow kiss across her mouth, then bent to whisper in her ear. “Your neck.” Another achingly soft brush of lips along the silky skin there made his mouth water. “Your nipples.”
Hunter dragged his thumbs across those hard points, thrilled when she gasped and arched to him. With one hand at the small of her back, the other cradled her breast, and he brought the little bud to his mouth.
Hell, yes. He loved the hard candy tip just sitting on his tongue, the way he could pucker his lips around the engorged flesh, just before he bit softly. Kata moaned, shifting her hips not just against him, but into him, wriggling, flaunting, silently pleading for more.
Not quite success . . . but getting there.
Passion flowing like lava in his veins, he sucked one nipple deep while he worked the other with his thumb and forefinger. They’d be tender tomorrow, but she wasn’t feeling anything now except growing arousal. She clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp. The little bite aroused the hell out of him.
Easing away, he studied his handiwork. Gorgeous nipple. Red, hard, swollen. He leaned into the other and gave it the same treatment, massaging the first with a firm pinch. Soon, she had a matched pair, each looking engorged and dark and eager.
Then Hunter clasped his hands around her waist and sank to his knees, his tongue tracing circles across her belly, dipping into her navel.
He clasped her hips and eased down a fraction, gratified when she canted toward him. She might not understand why, and her head might not agree, but she wanted him.
With one hand drifting down her stomach, he inched closer to her pussy. Easing back, he studied her. Goose pimples stood out on her thighs. She sought him with little jerks of her hips. And she was beyond wet. He smiled.
Clasping his fingers around her thigh, he settled his thumb low on her belly, then began a torturous descent. Down, down, in an unhurried stroke. Kata caught her breath, held it. He could feel her silently willing him to touch her and send her over. Another whimper escaped her throat, hardening his cock again, testing his will. He held firm.
It seemed like an eternity later when he finally felt her clit beneath his thumb, swollen, hard, peeking out from beneath its hood.
She gasped, thrusting her hands into his hair and holding him against her. “Hunter . . .”
Leaning in, Hunter hovered his mouth over her clit, his hot breath hitting the sensitive bud. “And here. I’m going to want to put my mouth right here all the time.”
“Do it now,” she demanded in a high, thin voice.
“You’d like that?”
Above him, Hunter felt more than saw her vigorous nod. “I ache all over. Why the hell can you make me want you too much?”
He brushed his thumb over her slick clit again, a ghost, there then gone. “Never any such thing, honey. Do you want to come?”
“Yeesss,” she hissed. “Please.”
Ah, a polite little plea. Definite progress.
“Soon. I need something from you first.” And just to ensure her assent, he swiped his thumb across her needy little bud once, then again, ever so slowly.
“Anything,” she gasped.
There it was, that beautiful, dangerous word. “Good girl. It works both ways. I’d do anything—and everything—for you.”
Hunter rose and smiled, covering her mouth with his own again and sinking into the honey-sweet kiss, as slow as molasses. Kata wriggled, moaned, clutched his shoulders, the edgings of desperation apparent in her every move.
“Come with me.” He took her by the hand and led her to the padded table in the living room for two reasons: First, he wanted to be as far away from those fucking divorce papers as he could manage. Second, what he needed to do to her would be much easier to achieve here.
Once they reached the low black table, he eased her down to the surface, stomach first. When the cold leather hit her skin, she tensed. Casting a gaze over her shoulder at him, panic tinged her hazel gaze. He could not let her brain kick in again.
Flattening his palm over her back, Hunter caressed his way down her ass until he curled his palm between her legs, right over her pussy, and toyed with her clit enough to keep her on edge.
“I love the feel of you, so wet.” He circled an idle fingertip around that hardened bundle of nerves. “I wonder how long I can draw this orgasm out. Two minutes? Ten? An hour?”
“Damn it, no. Don’t try to wring me inside out!”