Give Me All Of You (10 page)

Mina choked on a rush of old emotions so stifling she could barely wrap h
er mind around it. Josephine had wanted her, she hadn’t left because she’d wanted to. All those years of believing that had kept her anger going, had made it so hard but now …

Josephine’s
entire being was wracked with tragedy and regret. “I was so ashamed. I knew that I’d lost the right to love you, to be there-”

Mina shook her head frantically,
“No … no you didn’t,” she finally found her voice, “you never lost me, my life was never full without you, work, dad, I was never truly happy. Sometimes I’d cross the street in front of your house dozens of times just to catch a glimpse of you. I was hurt, angry but underneath it all I was just so lonely for you.”

Josephine cried out and darted towards her. Mina held on
to her gaunt frame and the pain finally began to fade.

She’d been too anxious. Facing Hermile after Josephine’s departure wasn’t something she was emotionally prepared to do.

She was overwhelmed
. Josephine’s abortion and subsequent behavior had wrecked her family. But they were still her family. A chance at having a real family again meant so much.

Nervousness crept in, her
hands grew sweaty on the steering wheel.

So why then was she going to Hunter? How would he be able to help with
her family’s soap opera?

After this afternoon there was a
legitimate shot that he’d join their ranks and she needed somebody other than her father to talk to right now.

The light in his window could be seen from the street. Jittery with
nerves she pulled in behind his car.

What will he think of her appearing on
his doorstep at night, disheveled and sorely in need of sleep? Only one way to find out.

She hustled t
o the door and paused as it flew open.

Hunter searched her face in the l
ow light pouring out of the room, unceremoniously she was deposited inside.

“What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?” he demanded, his voice rough
with concern.

She smiled
like a fool. His brusque demand didn’t hide the concern in his voice.

She snuggled into his solid warmth
, one afternoon in his arms had turned her into a snuggle bunny. “I needed to see you,” she replied airily.

He growled, “
After spending the whole afternoon with me?”

She giggled. E
mboldened by his fierce protectiveness, she went big and brushed a kiss across his chest, covered in a thin cotton shirt.

A vicious, delightful curse r
ipped from his mouth. “Have you become a tease Mina?” he snapped. He began raking his fingers through her hair, bolts of pain and pleasure tingled through her tender scalp.

She m
oaned and leaned back into his touch, eyes closed. “No … why would you ask?”

“Because you don’t seem to grasp the repercussions of turning
up at a man’s door at night and falling into his arms without a valid emergency.”

She chuckled
and embraced the sensation of her earlier misgivings about him falling further away.

Josephine, Hermile, her lost childhoo
d, it all seemed to retreat into insignificance. She no longer wanted to talk about them.

Sh
e was left with just the need to stay like this or better yet somehow wiggle her way closer to Hunter.

Technically h
e hadn’t invited her in yet. Embracing the risk, she maneuvered a leg in the opening between his powerful ones, covered by a pajama bottom.

“Da
mmit Mina, stop that!” he shouted, staring down at her, his eyes warning darts in his face.

He really did
n’t want her here! Stunned by his vehement reprimand she ripped herself from him. Legs pumping she flew back down the stairs towards her car.

She flung hers
elf at the door, when he came crashing up behind her, somehow managing not to slam her into the car.

“Get off me Hunter!”
she yelled.

Arms braced on either side of t
he car, trapping her, he glared murderously down at her. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing now?”
She refused to be bullied by this oaf. She had her pride. “Obviously going home.”

His eyes softened, but he muscles in his jaw flexed with impatience.
“Not yet. Why did you come here tonight?”
Trapped, she wanted to lash out at him but then who could she talk too? Mutinously she glared up at him. “My mom and I cleared up a few things that were wrong between us and I felt … I guess I thought that I needed to share it with someone.”

His eyes grew softer.
“Tell me,” he commanded.

Mina bristled
at his high-handedness but she did need someone to talk too. She relaxed against the car and began talking softly.

“I’m honored that you
wanted to share that with me Mina,” he said when she was finished.

She remained si
lent, spent. She leaned forward slowly, when he showed no resistance, she buried her face in his clean shirt, inhaled the woodsy scent of skin.

“
Make me forget the past Hunter.”

There was no reply.

She reared back, looked into his dark eyes. He was staring down at her as if she’d just appeared out of thin air.

“What do y
ou mean, exactly?” he rasped, reaching out and trailing a finger across her lips. She bit the tip and watched with delight which morphed into a sweet pain when he winced and brought the wounded digit to his own mouth and sucked it sensuously.

She shifted
, peered intently at her toes in the darkness. “You know
exactly
what I mean, Hunter.”

“You want me to make love to you,” he said simply.

She nodded, unable to voice a reply.

He released a breath, rested
his chin atop her head. “Mina, Mina, Mina. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

She stood on tip-toe
s, their eyes locked. “I know what I want and I know that you want me, so stop pussy-footing around and take me … if you can.”

He cinched his eyes shut as if in pain. “Sweethe
art don’t push me, please,” the last word was a groan.

Se
nsing victory she reached out and cupped him, he was already hard without them even sharing a kiss. Infinitely more titillating than that was the enormity of him. She traced him from the base to the tip, her fingers lingering on the broad, sensitive head.

Hunter
let out a guttural groan that was part curse. He scooped her up as he had so many times in the past and stalked purposefully towards his house.

S
he gulped, there was no turning back.

He couldn’t wait, literally he was about to explode. Months of wanting her had brought him crashing towards this point.

He kicked the door shut. T
he kitchen was directly on the right, closer than his bedroom at the back of the house. The wall would have to do. He put her up against the wall. Bent his head and devoured her waiting lips, she hungrily reciprocated his bruising pressure, panting and groaning into his mouth.

E
cstasy, excitement, every conceivable sensation that was created for pleasure filled and brimmed over in his veins.

He plowed her mouth with deep, hungry
strokes. She’d called it upon herself, baiting and then demanding his entry.

She whimpered
and squirmed trapped as she was between the wall and him.

He closed off all avenues of escape, sile
ncing her murmurs with the relentless plunge of his tongue.

His w
ork roughened hands cupped her ass, slid her panties down her ankles. He bunched her dress around her hips.

It took him less th
an a breath to free himself, without preamble, he rammed into her.

She jerked, ripped her
mouth away from his and cried out, forcing him to stop, to realize what had just happened.

She
squirmed, pushed hard against his chest. He didn’t budge or release her but he withdrew, dragging smaller cries from her.

He stared aghast
into her pinched face, a single streak of tears on each cheek. “Oh Mina. I’m sorry … I forgot,” he brushed a tender kiss along her forehead, “why didn’t you stop me?”

She shivered in his arms and he drew
her closer.

S
he laughed weakly. “I didn’t know it would hurt so much.”

He groaned in regre
t. “I’m a fool. You deserve so much better than I can give you.”

She moved so t
hat she could look into his eyes, there were no recriminations in her eyes only yearning that had been blunted by his savage behavior. “A bed would be a good start.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

On the bed, he laid her down tenderly, then towered over her, his arms braced on either side of her head, his legs nestled between hers.

Her gaze
was locked on him and he found himself bound to her physically as well as mentally. He leaned forward and his shaft jerked at the soft warmth of her belly, he nudged it shamelessly across the small cluster of curls in the junction of her thighs.

She tensed, then relaxed against the pressure. He saw
with tenderness that she kept her eyes firmly fixed on his face and not below where the more unapologetic evidence of his desire lurked.

He reached for her mouth once more. She opened up, he supped on her tongue, sliding and slipping into her moist depths. His breath grew heavy in his
chest. He groaned with pleasure when he felt the first touch of her hands on his shoulders, kneading, testing the corded muscles beneath his skin.

He slipped deeper into her mouth, his hands roamed the valleys and slopes of her hips, the long, silken
thighs which inched upwards to his waist.

He helped her along, stopped when he felt resistance, then set himself to convinci
ng her that the intense pain she’d felt minutes before had only been for that moment, not the entirety of their lovemaking.

He bent his head and rolled his tongue around the taut flesh of her nipples, she cried out, he pulled and sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could and yet it wasn’t enough.

The thought unnerved him. That he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her, her taste, her feel.

He couldn’t lose control
again, not tonight.

He savored the bud
s of her breasts, scraped his teeth along their tips, she started screaming again but not in pain. He repeated the action, went deeper, made her beg for more.

She
was sobbing beneath him, beseeching him to stop, yet clutching clumps of his hair with iron fists.

He needed more. He rose
up, searched her eyes, at the same time maneuvering his body to slip into hers.

Her eyes went wide, s
he caught her teeth on her bottom lip. But instead of scooting away as he half suspected she wanted to, she lifted her legs higher, opened them wider around his hips.

He resisted the urge to look
down to where they would be joined, he didn’t want to shock her, perhaps next time.

He sank slowly into her, closed his
eyes as streams of pleasure opened up all over his body and tried to pull him deeper at once, his control pulled taut. He gritted his teeth and kept going, inch by inch got buried inside her.

She whimper
ed a little but there was no scream, no jerking, just the tightness of her flesh being stretched and opened by him. He dropped soft kisses on her fluttering lids and she relaxed somewhat beneath him.

Th
en he moved forward until there was nothing left between them, until she was as locked to him as his own heart.

He caught her mouth
to soothe her and began moving, gentle, shallow strokes that were meant to coax the hidden, mysterious sensations which would be gathering at her core. Delicious waves of agony lashed through him as he tortured himself in the process.

He was sunk to the hilt, his arms quivered as he savored the tightening clench
of her muscles around him. Her heat was indescribable, wave after wave of molten hotness pulsed around him, sucked him inside her body.

It was undeniab
ly the most exquisite sensation he’d ever experienced.

H
e kept his eyes open, lest he forget her fragility and give into his own desires without first appeasing hers.

Short
thrusts awakened her sexuality and the urge they created, brought her hips rising faster to meet his. She matched his pace, then her legs began to tighten demandingly around his waist, holding him in place. He took it as tacit permission to unleash a significant amount of his strength. He retreated all the way, wringing a cry from her, then plunged downward grinding his body into hers, he did so again and again, felt her clench her thighs around him, acclimating to the rougher pace.