“Forrester” Bea.
So, clever strategist that he was, he decided to make absolutely sure of her compliance.
He was going to pull all the stops out and completely test his new theory. He was going to follow the directions that had been handed to him in the books he'd read. He was going to make love to her with romance.
He leaned over and, gathering her in his arms, he stood, without breaking the kiss. It was not an easy thing to do from a sitting position, but Hunter was a strong, large man. He hoped the small pop he heard in his back had been the settling of his joints and not a disc compressing.
Benny gave one bark of protest at the loss of his belly rub, then gave up, apparently recognizing when it was pointless for a dog to bid for attention.
Hunter carried her to the bed, gently depositing her in its center. He immediately came over her, his silk boxers sliding against the flannel of her gown.
His mouth fused with hers as he laced his fingers through her hair and kissed her senseless.
May's hands reached for his bare shoulders. They were muscular and hard, yet so very warm.… And the way the man kissed should be illegal!
He had carried her to the bed, actually carried her to the bed!
Her toes wiggled.
Hunter's knee wedged between her flannel-clad legs. He rubbed his thigh back and forth in a suggestive slide, inching higher and higher. The flannel of her gown pulled taut with his erotic motions and she gasped into his mouth.
How could she come to her senses when he wasn't giving her time to think?
One of his hands moved to the front of her gown and he cupped her breast, flicking his thumb slowly back and forth across the flannel-covered nipple. It hardened instantly.
He covered the jutting peak with his mouth, capturing it with his teeth.
When May felt the damp heat of his mouth through the material, a strangled sob seem to escape from her throat. Without thinking, she sank her fingers in the rich thickness of his mahogany hair. Drawing him closer.
He began to unbutton the front placket of her gown.
The feel of the tips of his fingers against the soft skin of her breast suddenly made May realize what she was doing. “Hunter,” she choked, “what— what are we doing?”
Hunter paused. She was starting to balk. Now what? Time out for following the directions, he realized.
“You feel this, sweetheart?” He spoke against her lips as he stroked his fingers around her breast.
May closed her eyes and nodded.
“I'm stroking my hand against your velvet skin— here. And here.” He brushed her lips with his mouth. “Does it feel good?” he whispered.
“Yes… oh, yes, Hunter, it does,” she whispered back breathlessly.
Hmmm… it seemed to be working. “Do you know what I'm going to do next?”
She watched him, eyes open wide. Slowly she shook her head, indicating she had no idea.
“I'm going to dip my hot tongue into your luscious mouth and then… ” He paused purposely.
May swallowed. My god, the man was dangerous. And he was very good with dialogue. “And then?” she asked faintly.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a roguish grin. “And then, lovely May, I'm going to drink. ”
She gasped, lips parting, and Hunter did exactly as he said he would. He delved into her. And drank. May writhed beneath him, caught up in the sensual storm he was creating.
He reached down and methodically lifted her nightgown inch by inch up and over her head. She wore nothing underneath. When the entire six-foot length of his flesh pressed against her, heavy and hot, she sighed into his mouth.
Hunter ran the palms of his hands over the curves of her body, marveling at how exquisite the touch of her skin was. He hadn't stopped to get a thorough look, but he had seen enough.
May was beautiful.
He expected she would be because… well, she had had that effect on him right from the beginning. In his eyes, she would always be beautiful.
He took her breast into his mouth and she arched up against him, a
So, clever strategist that he was, he decided to make absolutely sure of her compliance.
He was going to pull all the stops out and completely test his new theory. He was going to follow the directions that had been handed to him in the books he'd read. He was going to make love to her with romance.
He leaned over and, gathering her in his arms, he stood, without breaking the kiss. It was not an easy thing to do from a sitting position, but Hunter was a strong, large man. He hoped the small pop he heard in his back had been the settling of his joints and not a disc compressing.
Benny gave one bark of protest at the loss of his belly rub, then gave up, apparently recognizing when it was pointless for a dog to bid for attention.
Hunter carried her to the bed, gently depositing her in its center. He immediately came over her, his silk boxers sliding against the flannel of her gown.
His mouth fused with hers as he laced his fingers through her hair and kissed her senseless.
May's hands reached for his bare shoulders. They were muscular and hard, yet so very warm.… And the way the man kissed should be illegal!
He had carried her to the bed, actually carried her to the bed!
Her toes wiggled.
Hunter's knee wedged between her flannel-clad legs. He rubbed his thigh back and forth in a suggestive slide, inching higher and higher. The flannel of her gown pulled taut with his erotic motions and she gasped into his mouth.
How could she come to her senses when he wasn't giving her time to think?
One of his hands moved to the front of her gown and he cupped her breast, flicking his thumb slowly back and forth across the flannel-covered nipple. It hardened instantly.
He covered the jutting peak with his mouth, capturing it with his teeth.
When May felt the damp heat of his mouth through the material, a strangled sob seem to escape from her throat. Without thinking, she sank her fingers in the rich thickness of his mahogany hair. Drawing him closer.
He began to unbutton the front placket of her gown.
The feel of the tips of his fingers against the soft skin of her breast suddenly made May realize what she was doing. “Hunter,” she choked, “what— what are we doing?”
Hunter paused. She was starting to balk. Now what? Time out for following the directions, he realized.
“You feel this, sweetheart?” He spoke against her lips as he stroked his fingers around her breast.
May closed her eyes and nodded.
“I'm stroking my hand against your velvet skin— here. And here.” He brushed her lips with his mouth. “Does it feel good?” he whispered.
“Yes… oh, yes, Hunter, it does,” she whispered back breathlessly.
Hmmm… it seemed to be working. “Do you know what I'm going to do next?”
She watched him, eyes open wide. Slowly she shook her head, indicating she had no idea.
“I'm going to dip my hot tongue into your luscious mouth and then… ” He paused purposely.
May swallowed. My god, the man was dangerous. And he was very good with dialogue. “And then?” she asked faintly.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a roguish grin. “And then, lovely May, I'm going to drink. ”
She gasped, lips parting, and Hunter did exactly as he said he would. He delved into her. And drank. May writhed beneath him, caught up in the sensual storm he was creating.
He reached down and methodically lifted her nightgown inch by inch up and over her head. She wore nothing underneath. When the entire six-foot length of his flesh pressed against her, heavy and hot, she sighed into his mouth.
Hunter ran the palms of his hands over the curves of her body, marveling at how exquisite the touch of her skin was. He hadn't stopped to get a thorough look, but he had seen enough.
May was beautiful.
He expected she would be because… well, she had had that effect on him right from the beginning. In his eyes, she would always be beautiful.
He took her breast into his mouth and she arched up against him, a
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