Dangerous Attraction Romantic Suspense Boxed Set (22 page)

In response Hunter growled low in his throat, a raw sound that vibrated over her skin and made the hair on her arms stand up as it spiraled through her. In a single, fluid rush he backed her up against the slick wall and pinned her there, then blazed a path of kisses down her jaw to her neck. She sucked in a breath and threw her head back, shoving his face harder against her.

Delicious shivers spread in the wake of his mouth as it traveled to the tender juncture of her neck and shoulder. Sparks of heat cascaded across her skin. The scrape of his stubble and teeth were like a whip, driving her closer to the release she needed. His big hands slid up from her hips to cup her breasts, lifting and pushing them together for easier access. Arching her back, Khalia offered herself to him, head falling back when his hot, moist mouth closed over one aching center and sucked. A high, thin cry broke from her throat.

He took his time despite the desire driving him, working her with his mouth until she began to tremble, the ache between her thighs becoming an urgent throb she was desperate to ease. She squirmed in his grip, loving the erotic contrast of all that strength holding her in place and the tenderness of his lips and tongue on her body. He was worshipping her, and he wanted her to know it. Her throat ached as she cradled his head to her, little cries of pleasure slipping out.

Hunter went to his knees in front of her and released her breasts to slide his hands over the curve of her waist and grip her hips. He squeezed her flesh and pressed his face hard against her abdomen, conveying his own need and desperation without a word. Khalia stroked his hair and started to kneel with him when he raised his head and stopped her with a stare so molten the breath backed up in her lungs. Her knees wobbled.

Straightening, she leaned back against the wall and gazed down into his eyes, letting him see her consent. He shifted his gaze to his right hand, watching with an absorbed expression as it travel back and forth over her damp skin just above the trimmed strip of hair that covered her mound. Under the power of his stare the ache between her legs intensified. Her heart pounded and she bit her lip as she waited for him to touch her where she needed him so badly.

His expression was intent, rapt as he studied her most intimate place. She was too turned on to blush or feel embarrassed by his scrutiny. The muscles in her thighs and belly were pulled tight in anticipation of that first touch. When he brushed his fingers over her folds and found the wetness there he groaned and lifted that amber stare to hers.

“Hunter,” she whispered unevenly, the pleasure twisting like a knife inside her until she was on the verge of begging.

He locked his gaze on hers and leaned forward to kiss just above where his fingers caressed. Her breath hitched, her heart slamming against her breastbone. The desire was overpowering, simultaneously drawing her body tight and sapping the strength from her muscles.

With a wicked glint in his eyes he parted his lips and touched his tongue to her softness. The hand on her hip contracted when she whined and shifted her hips forward.
More.
She tightened her hold in his hair in a silent plea and this time he stopped teasing. Closing his eyes, Hunter settled his mouth over her and stroked his tongue across her aching flesh. Soft. Slow. As if he wanted to make this last for hours.

Her stifled cry of desperation and pleasure echoed in the shower stall. The muscles in her legs trembled so much she was afraid they’d give out but Hunter’s solid grip on her right hip held her still as he made her mindless. She could hardly breathe, overwhelmed by the uncontrollable wave rising inside her. His tongue was like velvet against her most sensitive place. The pleasure was immediate and huge, each erotic caress sending her further up the crest gathering inside her.

Then he moved away from her most sensitive place, lower, and slid his tongue into her. In and out in firm, rhythmic strokes until her knees shook and she was tugging on his head to bring him up to where she truly needed him. He followed the motion, gliding that wicked tongue up and over her pulsing clit. Shockwaves of sensation radiated everywhere. Her head fell back, eyes sliding closed as he continued to cherish her with his mouth. She was panting, mewling for more when he eased two fingers into her core and hit a spot that made her see stars.

“God,” she moaned, holding onto his head for fear he’d stop. In answer he made a low sound of reassurance and sucked gently at the taut bundle of nerves as he stroked her inner hot spot. Khalia gripped his hair and pushed closer to that maddening tongue, needing him so badly she couldn’t stand it. Her body was shaking now, a rapid quiver she couldn’t control. His tongue was so soft and warm, so patient, his fingers hard and demanding inside her. The combined caresses built the gnawing ache to an almost painful level, leaving her swollen and throbbing. Desperate.

She rocked her hips against his face, demanding her pleasure
now
, refusing to let him stop. A quick twist of his head and his mouth was gone, his fingers pulling away. “No—” she cried in protest but the words were lost in a passionate kiss as he rocketed to his feet and took her mouth.

He fisted one hand in her hair, the other gripping her bottom, lifting her against him so she could feel the imprint of his erection against her belly. She tasted her own essence on his tongue along with his near desperation, and forgave him for tormenting her. Wrapping one leg around his hip, she reached one hand down to caress the scalding length of his cock, curling her fingers around him.

Hunter shuddered and groaned into her mouth, then pulled back to nip at her lips. “Turn around.” His voice was deep, guttural.

Breathless, she lowered her foot and did as he said, bracing her palms against the wall and tossing her wet hair back to look at him over her shoulder. His expression was almost feral as he devoured the sight of her awaiting his possession. To tempt him further she spread her legs and arched her back to tilt her ass up. His sharply indrawn breath was a reward in itself, but it was nothing compared to when he seized her hips and his fingers bit deep into her flesh, holding her still. Then he leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck, right where he knew she was most sensitive, and scraped his teeth over her skin. She pressed back against him and rubbed her ass against his cock.

With a low snarl he reached over to the small shelf and snagged the condom she hadn’t realized he’d brought in, then rolled it on. Setting one forearm against the wall, he turned back to her and laced his fingers through hers. “Want you,” he whispered against her ear, wracking another shiver out of her.

Unable to speak, she turned her face toward him and sought his mouth. Hunter cradled the side of her face with his free hand and kissed her so thoroughly she couldn’t breathe before pulling away. With gentle pressure on the back of her skull he urged her head forward until her cheek rested against their joined hands, then gripped her hips and pulled them back, opening her to him completely. She felt the hot, hard pressure of him against her folds and closed her eyes, dying for the moment when he entered her.

But he only pressed an inch or two inside her and stopped. Khalia groaned at the delicious teasing, the heavy stretching that somehow both soothed and intensified the throb inside her. She tried to press down and take more but he stopped her with an implacable grip on her hip and leaned in to deliver an open mouthed kiss into the curve of her shoulder, his front plastered against her back. Melting, she sighed and relaxed in his arms. The moment she did he bit down on the place he’d just been kissing and thrust deep.

Khalia jolted and squeezed her eyes shut as a throaty cry ripped out of her. He was huge inside her, filling and stretching every aching inch of her with his hot, hard length. Growling in satisfaction, he began to pump in and out of her with a smooth, steady rhythm. He slid his hand from her hip around between her thighs to stroke her swollen clit.

She shuddered at the lash of pleasure.
So good.
Trapped between him and the shower wall, Khalia could do nothing but hang on for the ride. Her fingers clenched around his and her head fell back as pure ecstasy burned through her. The tender stroke of his fingers matched each internal glide of his cock, turning her liquid with bliss.

She dimly heard her own moans as they ricocheted off the enclosing walls and knew she sounded out of control but didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was this. Him plunging deep inside of her, holding her so close that she could feel every inch of his body against hers. The orgasm rose swift and hard, flinging her up until she was mindless with the need for release. She turned feral, fighting to ram herself onto his driving cock, make him fuck her harder as those skillful fingers rubbed her clit.

He thrust again. The climax slammed into her and sent her flying, fragmenting into a thousand sparkling shards of sensation. She could hear her broken wail of release as it pulsed through her, traveling throughout her body in endless ripples. When they finally began to fade she collapsed against the wall, trembling, too weak to move. The only thing holding her up was Hunter. He was pressing soothing kisses across the tops of her shoulders, his hands and weight locking her in place.

Her eyes flew open when he began to withdraw. She was sure he hadn’t come yet. Forcing her lax muscles to cooperate she pushed up a few inches from the wall and looked over her shoulder at him.

As if he’d been waiting for her to do just that, he seized her and spun her around to face him, those strong hands curving around her bottom to lift her. Automatically she brought her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his sturdy shoulders, kissing him with every bit of longing and gratitude in her. Hunter gave a low snarl against her mouth and positioned his cock at her entrance, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as he drove home into her body. She caught her breath at the forceful penetration, whimpered at the feel of him embedded so deep inside her and began to rock, her tired thigh muscles quivering in protest.

Hunter took her with rough, urgent thrusts, plundering her mouth as well as her body. Beneath her splayed hands she could feel the acute tension in him, his muscles quivering with the need for release. Wanting to ease him and give him the same pleasure he’d so unselfishly bestowed upon her, Khalia locked her ankles in the small of his back and began to ride him, rotating her hips in little circles. He sucked in a harsh breath and reared his head back, eyes closed, expression tortured. Fascinated, loving the sense of power it gave her to pleasure such a powerful man, she covered his face with kisses and worked him with her body.

The muscles in his chest and shoulders stood out in sharp relief, his jaw clenched tight. He opened his eyes to stare at her, his gaze glittering with possession and lust. “Khalia,” he ground out, almost a warning.

“Let go,” she whispered, circling her hips once more, squeezing the rigid length of him with her internal muscles. “Let me see you.”

His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening to a liquid amber a split second before he closed them and let his head fall back. His breathing was rough, his hands urging her to move faster, take more of him. Sliding him deep, she held him there with all her strength and made three slow, tortuous circles with her hips.

A low, shattered moan tore out of him. He arched up into her, his hands digging so deep into her ass she knew he’d leave marks, and shuddered against her as he began to come. She rejoiced in every moment of it, wrapping herself around him as close as she could, her face tucked into the curve of his neck.

The hot water drummed down on them in a soothing, relaxing rhythm. Breathing in his delicious, clean scent, she sighed when he finally relaxed and rested his head on her shoulder with a long exhalation. It took a while for his breathing to slow and finally he pulled back to look at her. With one hand he reached up and stroked the strands of wet hair that had stuck to her cheek. His eyes met hers. They were soft with satisfaction and tenderness. “You’re so beautiful.”

If he could say that while she was naked and her eyes were red and puffy from crying and what little makeup she’d been wearing was long gone, then it meant a lot. And when he smiled down at her before leaning in to kiss her lips gently, her heart rolled over in her chest.

Chapter Fifteen

Face buried in Khalia’s neck, Hunter fought to slow his thundering heart.

He’d never experienced anything like that in his life. He loved sex, always had, but this was so much more than sex it had rocked him to his core.

Sweet Jesus.
Whatever this emotional and physical connection between them was, he wanted more of it with Khalia. As much as he could have before he put her on that plane in a few hours. Being with her was the only thing that truly eased the constant bombardment of guilt and restlessness he’d felt since the night Scottie died.

She was still wound around him, holding him deep inside her and he didn’t want to break the connection. But her legs and arms were trembling with fatigue and he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable for even a moment longer.

He eased out of her and gently unwound her legs from his waist, noting the wince she tried to cover when he set her feet on the shower floor. He paused again to stroke his hands through her damp hair that clung to her cheeks and shoulders in little ringlets. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth swollen and wet from his kisses. He’d used her hard and selfishly just now, yet she still gazed up at him with that soft expression he was becoming addicted to.

“You okay?” Little late to ask now, but he still felt the need to.

She smiled, a slow, supremely satisfied feminine smile, and tilted her head. “So much better than okay.”

He was relieved to hear it but her legs were still unsteady. “C’mere,” he murmured, and drew her under the spray. Holding her against his chest, he smoothed his hands over her hair, shoulders and back. She rested her cheek against his sternum and hummed in pleasure whenever he touched her. God, he’d never felt this kind of closeness before. She seemed to like it even more when he massaged shampoo into her hair, his fingers rubbing at her scalp. She was like a kitten, purring and moving against his hands, all soft and trusting. It set off a pang inside him because he wasn’t sure he deserved that kind of trust anymore. His best friend had trusted him with his life, and Hunter had failed him.