decided to substitute one gratification for another.
May squeaked, the sound distorted by the candy in her mouth. “Hunter, you shouldn't—”
His mouth sizzled over hers.
There really was no other way to describe it.
A hot flame shot down the center of her body to her toes. Which began to wiggle.
May moaned into his mouth. There was only one other man who had ever made her toes wiggle… and not nearly this much.
Hunter removed one of his hands from the wall and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him. He strengthened the kiss, probing between her slightly parted lips with his tongue. Sinking deeper and deeper with every delving thrust, he forced her to open her mouth wider, to accept him…
He plunged into her with rough expertise, neither too naive nor too practiced. His movements were honest and raw. He explored her thoroughly, leaving her totally breathless and wanting more Hunter.
May thought he tasted sweeter than any candy, and she clutched at his shoulders to bring him closer.
This time it was Hunter who groaned. His other hand left the wall to capture her waist, clasping her tight against him.
She didn't know how long the kiss went on but when they came up for air, May was feeling somewhat disoriented. She placed her palm against his chest to steady herself.
He was breathing heavily, but was curiously silent. Warily she glanced up at him.
His eyes glimmered with heat and… something akin to mischief. He quirked his brow in a cocky way, then slowly opened his mouth.
The yellow M&M dangled impudently from his tongue.
“Hunter!”
He grinned roguishly at her.
“That was a dirty trick!”
“Mmm… best M&M I ever had,” he drawled. He made a great show of savoring the candy, even to the point of licking his lips when he was done.
May's face flamed.
He chuckled, leaning back into her. “Seconds?” he asked innocently.
“No!” She shoved his chest, pushing him away.
“You mean you don't like the heated press of my masculine lips against the soft fullness of your ripened mouth?” He spoke from behind her.
“Don't you dare!” she gritted out, refusing to look at him.
“Surely you felt the savage intensity of my raging hunger as I claimed you with the brand of my desire?”
“You are horrible!” She walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
His low laughter followed her.
May winced. The truth was she had felt all those things.
She splashed cold water on her face.
Chapter Seventeen
“ W hat's wrong with Benny?”
Hunter had just come out of his nightly shower and when he bent down next to her, May caught a whiff of soap and after-shave. Old Spice. Billy's choice, she knew; Hunter was definitely not the type to buy Old Spice.
For some reason, the spicy scent reminded her that it was Christmas Eve.
She delicately inhaled more of the scent. It brought her back to her childhood when she had lived by the coast in a small New England fishing village. A lot of the men had worn Old Spice back then, and she rather liked the old-fashioned scent.
The word old-fashioned brought to mind how gentlemanly Hunter had been these last few nights, letting her shower first, giving her best crack at the hot water, which had a tendency to suddenly give out.
She adjusted her nightgown as she sat cross-legged on the floor.
“He has a tummy ache.” She continued to rub the dachshund's belly.
Benny lay on his back, short feet up in the air, in what May was beginning to think of as his dead cockroach position. The wiener dog's expression was a carefully balanced blend of ecstasy at what she was doing— combined with the sad “I'm a poor puppy” face which instantly produced a feeling of guilt in humans.
“How did he get an upset stomach?” Hunter had the nerve to ask that seriously.
May threw him a look. “How many pieces of apple did you give him today?”
A dull bronze colored his cheekbones. “I… ah… don't remember.”
Benny gave a little whimper
May squeaked, the sound distorted by the candy in her mouth. “Hunter, you shouldn't—”
His mouth sizzled over hers.
There really was no other way to describe it.
A hot flame shot down the center of her body to her toes. Which began to wiggle.
May moaned into his mouth. There was only one other man who had ever made her toes wiggle… and not nearly this much.
Hunter removed one of his hands from the wall and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him. He strengthened the kiss, probing between her slightly parted lips with his tongue. Sinking deeper and deeper with every delving thrust, he forced her to open her mouth wider, to accept him…
He plunged into her with rough expertise, neither too naive nor too practiced. His movements were honest and raw. He explored her thoroughly, leaving her totally breathless and wanting more Hunter.
May thought he tasted sweeter than any candy, and she clutched at his shoulders to bring him closer.
This time it was Hunter who groaned. His other hand left the wall to capture her waist, clasping her tight against him.
She didn't know how long the kiss went on but when they came up for air, May was feeling somewhat disoriented. She placed her palm against his chest to steady herself.
He was breathing heavily, but was curiously silent. Warily she glanced up at him.
His eyes glimmered with heat and… something akin to mischief. He quirked his brow in a cocky way, then slowly opened his mouth.
The yellow M&M dangled impudently from his tongue.
“Hunter!”
He grinned roguishly at her.
“That was a dirty trick!”
“Mmm… best M&M I ever had,” he drawled. He made a great show of savoring the candy, even to the point of licking his lips when he was done.
May's face flamed.
He chuckled, leaning back into her. “Seconds?” he asked innocently.
“No!” She shoved his chest, pushing him away.
“You mean you don't like the heated press of my masculine lips against the soft fullness of your ripened mouth?” He spoke from behind her.
“Don't you dare!” she gritted out, refusing to look at him.
“Surely you felt the savage intensity of my raging hunger as I claimed you with the brand of my desire?”
“You are horrible!” She walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
His low laughter followed her.
May winced. The truth was she had felt all those things.
She splashed cold water on her face.
Chapter Seventeen
“ W hat's wrong with Benny?”
Hunter had just come out of his nightly shower and when he bent down next to her, May caught a whiff of soap and after-shave. Old Spice. Billy's choice, she knew; Hunter was definitely not the type to buy Old Spice.
For some reason, the spicy scent reminded her that it was Christmas Eve.
She delicately inhaled more of the scent. It brought her back to her childhood when she had lived by the coast in a small New England fishing village. A lot of the men had worn Old Spice back then, and she rather liked the old-fashioned scent.
The word old-fashioned brought to mind how gentlemanly Hunter had been these last few nights, letting her shower first, giving her best crack at the hot water, which had a tendency to suddenly give out.
She adjusted her nightgown as she sat cross-legged on the floor.
“He has a tummy ache.” She continued to rub the dachshund's belly.
Benny lay on his back, short feet up in the air, in what May was beginning to think of as his dead cockroach position. The wiener dog's expression was a carefully balanced blend of ecstasy at what she was doing— combined with the sad “I'm a poor puppy” face which instantly produced a feeling of guilt in humans.
“How did he get an upset stomach?” Hunter had the nerve to ask that seriously.
May threw him a look. “How many pieces of apple did you give him today?”
A dull bronze colored his cheekbones. “I… ah… don't remember.”
Benny gave a little whimper
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