Red Hot Obsessions (33 page)

All this time he really wanted me.

“Kiss me,” I say. “I want you to kiss me.”

It doesn’t take him a second to process my answer.

I feel his breath against my cheek, as he slowly inches closer to my lips. My brain is telling me not to do this. That he isn’t good for me. That he’s only in it for the fun and excitement. That I should pull back.

But I don’t care anymore.

I’ve been dying to touch him and kiss him, and I’m not letting this moment slip by any longer.

As his mouth crashes into mine, shocks run through my entire body. He is quick and eager and ravishes me with his kisses. I can’t resist. His hot mouth on mine is making me feel delirious. It’s like a drug, so powerful.

Pinning my hands in a vice grip beside my head, he sucks on my lips. I moan out loud as he nibbles and then leaves short little kisses.

Every pore in my body screams out for him to touch me. Our mouths are a hot, wet mix. Anxious. Sultry. It makes me weak to the knees.

Desire swells as his kisses unleash a fever inside me. Lust is building, and I can no longer ignore it.

His hands slide down my arms to my waist as he dips his tongue in and out of my mouth, coaxing me. He groans, his lips dragging to my jaw, kissing me everywhere. I pant as he slips down my neck to the spot that makes me want to surrender completely.

My hands wrap around his muscular neck as he fervently kisses my jaw, dragging his tongue along the way. It’s so freaking hot that I moan, and he chuckles in delight. When he nips my earlobe, I’m done for.

He retreats for a second, panting, visibly strained. His eyes are dark in a wicked way. “God, that dress,” he murmurs. “Why’d you have to put that on?”

I giggle when he leaves another peck on my collarbone, almost too hungry to stop devouring me.

“Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of sweatpants,” I mutter.

“Hmmm …” The rumbling sound coming from his chest sounds like a growl and a groan at the same time. It’s so fucking sexy.

“You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna know what goes on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too dirty to handle,” he whispers close to my ear.

I get goose bumps all over my body as his thirsty eyes sweep over my entire body from top to bottom.

“Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants either,” he says with a low voice. “Easier to take off.”

Wow. It’s still mind-blowing that he thinks about me like that. So sexual. So fucking arousing.

My mind is going blank. All I want is him. My blood is pumping into one direction, and I’m feeling more promiscuous by the second.

God, I want him to touch me.

He moves back to my lips and nips them, while his strong hands shift to my ass. As he squeezes it, I gasp, but he interrupts me with a feverish kiss on the mouth.

I wrap my arms around his muscular neck, dying with sensations. My fingers run through his spiky hair, gripping his head to keep him close. I want him so badly, a kiss isn’t even enough.

His calloused fingers slide down to my legs. My nerve endings are on fire, as he slowly drags up my dress. Feeling the pads of his fingers brushing my bare skin is sending hot streaks through my body.

My nub is pulsing, and I want to press my body up against him. He responds by pushing himself against me, our clothes scraping, wrinkling up. I get all riled up by his sexy, insistent mouth, but when I feel his erection against my thigh I perish under his touch.

He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me. He wants me.

That alone is already making me want to give it all up to him.

My hands slip down his neck to his pectorals, as I feel my way across his broad chest, wanting to explore every part of him. It’s like a forbidden fruit has just been placed in front of me, and I’m finally allowed to take it. I don’t want to stop feeling him, touching him, kissing him.

Suddenly, I want his tongue all over me. I want his hands to roam my body and expose all my secret titillating spots. I want him to take me.

But then he takes his mouth off me.

I’m fazed, feeling out of this world, and he gazes at me with wet lips that are just too good to leave alone.

As I lean in to press my lips back on his, he puts a finger between us. “Wait …” he mutters.

His eyes flick to the road beside us, while my mouth hangs open, hungry for more.

“Why are we stopping?” I say.

“They’re here,” he mutters.

“Who?” I stammer, still oblivious to the world around me.

He steps aside, and suddenly I’m feeling cold and wet.

We’re both soaked, but only now do I realize we’ve been kissing in the rain without a care in the world.

A car drives up to us, and a man steps out. “You were the ones who called, right?”

Shit. I pull down my dress and straighten it, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something against the law.

“Yeah, thanks for coming,” Hunter says, clearing his throat.

And there we have it. Our car will be towed away and the driver will take us back to the dorm. Hunter will have to explain to whomever he borrowed the car from that he won’t get it back for a while.

To be honest, it’s the least of my worries right now.

I’m so hot for Hunter, and now he’s left me completely dry. A blazing fire left to sizzle out in the rain.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more disappointed by someone showing up to rescue us.

Chapter 18
What Happens in the Dark, Stays in the Dark

My clit has been thrumming the entire trip home. It’s like my nerves have gone haywire. Every time I move even an inch, I feel my most sensitive parts scream out in agony. The desire to rub myself is so strong that I can barely stop myself, but I want him to be the one doing it.

Unfortunately, Hunter hasn’t looked at me since. He hasn’t even glanced at me. Not once.

Not after the kiss.
That kiss.
The one that made me red-hot with need.

My entire body is craving him, and he seems to be ignoring me completely. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Almost as if he doesn’t want me anymore.

The look on his face shows agony, but at the same time he seems pissed and turned into himself. Like he’s thinking about it too much.

I wonder what is going on inside his mind.

Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I clench my thighs together as my clit starts throbbing again. Each time I catch a glimpse of his luscious lips, all I can think of is having them all over me.

We walk up the stairs of our dorm, and when I spot the door to my room all I feel is misery. I don’t want to go in there and be alone. That’s torture.

He turns, opening the door to his room, and doesn’t even look at me before stepping inside.

“Wait,” I say.

With his back toward me he stops. He turns his head, but not enough to look me in the eye.

“Let’s just go to bed. It’s late.”

What the hell?

“Don’t you want to …”

Suddenly, he turns around and stares at me. The look in his eyes is deadly, but I’m not sure if it’ll kill me or seduce me.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I say, frowning.

He sighs. “Let’s just leave it at that kiss.”

He wants to close the door, but I put a foot inside, preventing him from shutting me out.

“I want more,” I say softly.

His half-mast eyes flick to the floor and then back up to my face, sweeping over my body again like he did before. He bites his lip and clenches the door firmly, as if he has to hold himself back.

“You say that now, but you have no idea what you really want.”

“Don’t decide that for me. I know what I want.”

“We should stop this now, while we still can.” He turns around, leaving the door open, and slumps toward his bed.

“What?” I say, angry. Tears well up in my eyes again. He can’t be serious. This can’t be happening again. He can’t do that to me.

“I swear, if you just kissed me as a joke, I’ll―”

“It wasn’t. I kissed you because I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“What?” I stammer as I step inside.

He drops down onto his bed, buries his head between his hands and sighs. It sounds more like a tormented grunt. Like he doesn’t know how to deal with this.

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you want to kiss me again if you liked it?”

“I did, but we can’t. I can’t give you what you need.”

I close the door behind me and walk forward, stopping in the middle of his room.

“You deserve a good guy. I’m not one of those. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I don’t want a good guy. I want you.”

Lifting his head, he looks up at me with pure agony. I can see him trying so hard to repel me, and it’s so goddamn hard to watch.

“Don’t you see? I’m fucking bad for you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into.”

“I do. Don’t treat me like a helpless, pathetic kid. I can make my own decisions.”

He immediately stands up, his fingers folded into a fist, and comes up to me. Shivers run down my spine as I’m reminded of his closeness, instantly awaking the desires stirring inside me. Hot memories of his kisses flash through my mind, and all I can think of is doing it again.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous. Yet you stand here, wanting more,” he says, towering over me.

“And I completely accept the consequences,” I say.

“Are you fucking crazy? You have no idea what you’re saying. There’s a reason I ended it after a kiss. I won’t be able to stop myself if we go any further.”

“Then don’t stop yourself,” I say.

He chuckles, almost annoyed. “I’m Hunter. The guy who has sex like an animal. If you’re with me, I’ll fucking tear you to pieces.”

“I can take it.”

“You said you’ve never had a boyfriend. So you’re a virgin, right?” He lifts his hand and caresses my cheek lightly. His rough finger is tingly on my skin, and I shudder.

“Do you even know what I do to virgins?”

I gasp. “No, but I’m curious to find out.” I walk past him and sit down on his bed, reluctant to leave, even if he asks me to.

“Really? I think there’s a lot more to it than that. You’re still scared.” He turns around and gazes at me with this predatory look in his eyes that intimidates me.

“What do you mean?”

“You think you have to give yourself to me in order to keep me all to yourself.”

A flush spreads across my cheeks, and I start to feel lightheaded. At first I’m mad, but then the realization hits me that he might actually be right. Although I hate the way he says it, like he’s all that, and I’m just a pining girl.

“I just don’t want to … I want to …” I don’t even know how to say this.

“I don’t want anyone else. Anyone. Why do you keep thinking like this? You think I have sex with every girl out there?” he growls.

“Well I’ve never … and you’re always …”

“What? Flirty? That doesn’t mean I actually want something.”

“Then why do you want something with me?” I say, gulping.

“Because you’re different,” he says. “But I can’t. I can’t do this to you. I can’t turn you into something you’re not. I already think I’m fucked up, but when I fuck you up too … God, no.”

“You won’t. I’ll be okay. I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t,” he growls, and takes a step closer. “You have to leave. Now.”

“Why? Why do you keep pushing my buttons and then rejecting me?”

One of his eyebrows arches up. “Don’t you see what you do to me? I need you to go so I can calm down. I get fucking hard just looking at you like that.” He points at my dress, and suddenly I have the urge to cover myself up, feeling naked.

He shakes his head and sighs. “I mean, look at you. You’re such a fucking good girl, with your books and your proper clothes. I’m like a fucking stain on your rep,” he rants. “I could hold myself back, but now … after those kisses … God, now I can’t stand it. I just want to rip your clothes off.”

I think I’m not even listening to him anymore. After he mentioned getting hard because of me, everything feels like a huge blur. All I see is the huge bulge in his jeans, and now I’m desperate to find out what he looks like. What he feels like. What sex with him feels like. My first time.

“You have to leave. Right. Now,” he snaps.

“No,” I say.

“Listen to me for once,” he says.

“No, you listen to me. I want you. I don’t care about the rest. I want to … know what it feels like.”

“Do you even hear what you’re saying? I don’t make love. I fuck your brains out.”

“Then do it,” I say. “You said you saw me looking. You knew I wanted you.”

He chuckles, and the smirk on his face is so ridiculously sexy, I just want to plant my lips on his.

He comes closer, leans forward, and grabs me by the shoulders. “Get. Out.”

“No.”

I don’t want to leave. I want more from him. So much more. Now that I’ve seen and felt a glimpse, I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel, touch, experience.

This isn’t at all like me, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t even want to be me right now. All I want is him. No rules. No boundaries. Just finding out about sex.

I want to know what it’s like. I’m turning off my restraints. I’ll follow my heart tonight.

I’ve been waiting for the right person for so long, when all I was waiting for was someone like him. Someone who cares about me, someone who protects me. Someone handsome and sweet. So sexy, I could die.

I want him more than anything else right now.

“Get out now before it’s too late to change your mind.” He’s right in front of my face now, so close I just want to pull him back onto the bed with me.

“No. I won’t change my mind.”

He squints, pursing his lips. “Say no one more time.”

I scowl, confused. “Why? Do you get off on it?”

He grins, and it’s a sultry, heavy grin that speaks volumes. “I told you, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I like my girls feisty, and I like to claim them as my own. Especially when they’re playing hard to get.”

I gulp at those last words. My pussy is thumping like crazy, thinking of all the possibilities that encompass ‘claiming.’ Jesus. He really is an animal.

His head hovers close to my ears, and he whispers, “Just say it. Say the word, and I’ll take you, right here, right now.”

I gasp, my inhibitions shattering. “Please …”

He laughs, but it sounds more like a grunt, alerting all my senses. “You asked for it.”

Not one moment does he waste. He grasps my arms, flings me down on the bed, and rips off my shoes like he’s in some kind of frenzy, throwing them into a corner.

I crawl back on my elbows, peering at the predator in front of me.

“You want crazy? You’ll get crazy,” he says.

Hooking his fingers underneath his soaked black shirt, he pulls it over his head and throws it aside.

I’m baffled.

What appears is a sculpted body. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders, trained pectorals, washboard abs, and muscles everywhere. Oh my God.

My eyes are locked on his ripped body. I never imagined him being this fucking hot.

His abs contract when he stalks forward like the real Hunter that he is. He crawls onto the bed, looking up at me from above, his eyes aggressive, seductive. A boyish smile curves his lips, telling me how much he relishes this moment. Like he knows he’s about to be the first to take me.

I love the way he looks at me.

Snatching one of my legs, he puts his lips on my foot, surprising me. He kisses all the way up to my ankle, and then drags his lips to my calves. From there his tongue comes out to play, sliding up to my thigh. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.

“You sure about this, Leafy?” he says, kissing my thigh, setting me ablaze.

“Yes,” I whimper.

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a groan, making me all hot and bothered. “Here I come,” he says with a husky voice.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and crawls right on top of me. I’m still completely dressed, but he feels amazing. I don’t care about anything anymore.

Hunter has me by the shoulder and his other hand slides down my side to my ass, cupping it. He squeezes, hard, and crashes his lips into mine. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment he last took his lips off mine. God, it feels amazing.

My fingers drift through his hair, grasping him so he’s closer. His hot mouth is so magnetizing. Our lips are raw, wet, and going numb from frenzied kisses, and I love it.

He’s still wearing pants, and he rubs his leg against my thigh. He sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles on it as he undulates against me, making me feel his hard-on.

I struggle to get my glasses off and place them on the cabinet beside us. He’s lying partially on top of me, his strong leg pushing up against my thigh. As it grazes my panties, I moan softly, and he bites his lip when he hears.

“You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” he whispers. “Makes me want to put my hands all over you.” On his face is a cocky smile, like that of a boy who’s proud he could make me squirm.

I love it.

His rabid kisses across my neck make me writhe. My hands drift over his rigid back, nails digging into his skin. He groans as I push my body up to meet his in a desperate attempt to be closer.

“I’m your first,” he says in between his kisses.

I’m not sure whether it’s a question or a statement, so I nod.

His fingers drift from my ass to my hips, and then slowly creep under my dress. I gasp, shocks coursing through my body as he crawls under my dress, nudging it up. The moment he reaches my panties, I hold my breath.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he whispers, nibbling my ear while frantically rubbing himself against me.

“No,” I say in between breaths.

He chuckles, but it sounds more like a partial groan. “All the more fun for me.”

His hot mouth crushes mine again, and it’s so delicious I’m overcome with pure wantonness. I’m starting to feel possessed by him.

Moisture builds up between my folds as he pushes my wet dress over my panties and his hands make contact with my belly. It feels so good, and yet so dirty at the same time.

In a rush, he lifts my dress up and pulls it over my head, grunting.

A flush appears on my skin, and my hands immediately cover up my bra and panties. I still feel uncomfortable baring it all to him, to anyone for that matter. I’m so new to this, and yet I want it, too. Conflicting emotions take control of me.

“You’re still scared,” he says, throwing my dress across the room.

His eyes swipe over my body in one quick motion, and he bites his lip. “Why are you hiding? Are you ashamed of your body?”

“No. I’m just not used to this. I’ve never done this before.”

“So no other guy has ever seen you like this?”

I shake my head, still clenching my own arms.

A devilish smile lightens his face. “Trust me, you look fucking hot.”

I hide my smile by sucking on my lips, because I feel embarrassed by his compliment.

Suddenly, Hunter grabs my wrists. It takes him no effort at all to push them away from my chest and pin them above my head. “You wanted it. I’m doing what you asked,” he says.

He kisses my sternum, his hands drifting down to my breasts. The moment he reaches them, I take in a sharp breath. He waits, his eyes hungrily seeking my permission. I close my eyes and lick my lips, ready for more.

As he cups them, I moan with desire. He voraciously kneads them, taking pleasure in the fact that he’s the first. I can see it in his eyes, that boyish, gratified look. All my sensitive spots are on fire.