Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) (19 page)

“Anything you say, sweetheart,” Hunter
crooned huskily, sending sparks to her fingertips.

Sweetheart?
That sounded like
something that Casanova Hunter would say. Then Clarice smacked
herself in the head, mentally of course, because Anton would never
use the word sweetheart.
What kind of endearments would Anton
use?

Not one to disappoint his woman, Hunter
immediately took charge of the whole situation and carried her to
the bed again, then heaved himself on top of her. With one arm
supporting his weight, he gazed into her pupils.

Shit!
He couldn’t see a damn thing,
save the light of the moon that didn’t illuminate much but that
speck of heated pupils that shone brightly. But since his sight
wouldn’t be useful in this situation, Hunter relied on his other
four senses to make sure he got the best out of this
experience.

With his olfactory sense, he inhaled her
peach and orange blossom scent, which drove him mad, making him
crave her even more. With his haptic perception, he gently caressed
her smooth skin, slowly undressing her until she was completely
naked and under his mercy. And with his gustatory perception, he
licked her, sucked her, tasted her, always hungry for more, and his
auditory senses picked up all her moans, her groans, and the gentle
writhing of her body, begging him to give her more.

Clarice, who was not used to this situation,
only blinked rapidly and tried to stay still like a doll. Hunter
chuckled and proceeded further with his seduction. Feeling this
wasn’t enough, he started searching for her crooks and crannies,
kissing underneath her chin, on her cheeks, and up her forehead
again, before he released her with a haggard breath. Gulping enough
air into his starved lungs, he plunged in again, this time leaving
slower, gentler kisses. Since he had all night anyway, he began by
caressing his mysterious woman’s cheek and playing with her hair
before kissing her lips subtlety again. Then he realized he wanted
to know more about his mysterious woman, eager to know her real
name, intoxicated with everything about her. Before, at the bar, it
was just two consensual adults playing the game of carnal pleasure,
but now, now it was a different story. This wasn’t just pure sex.
This was something else entirely, and he thought he really needed
to know something about her, even a little bit.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice
shaking with so much passion.

Name?
She should lie.

“Your goddess,” she replied, not realizing
what she was saying until it left her lips.

“My goddess!” Hunter chuckled again,
enjoying the game they were playing. He never laughed this much
during his midnight exercises. This would have to be the first, but
by golly, he loved it. But come morning, he’d surely get her
name.

She started nibbling at his lip. When she
was at the bar, he did notice she had the perfect lips, but to
experience them firsthand like this was another matter. And her
voice, God, her voice was laced with such thick desire it was
driving him insanely hot.

It is hot, so hot,
Clarice thought.
She was boiling. It was like she was a chicken roasting in an oven.
Was this what sex felt like? She was thirsty. She wanted a drink.
Another kiss? She wasn’t sure anymore what she wanted, but
something needed to give. She felt a tightening in her middle.

Hunter felt drunk too, not because he’d been
drinking such an absurd amount of alcohol. That he could tolerate,
but this, this sensation, this excitement incrementing in his
stomach, felt like he was a virgin again, having sex for the first
time.

He kissed her again, this time devouring her
lips and tongue, wrestling and sucking until he was out of breath.
Then he resumed his journey of nibbling along her nape down to the
edge of her jaw and to her collarbone.

Hunter was rewarded when Clarice offered him
a sensual moan, which to Clarice was an honest response, as she’d
never felt like this before. Hunter smiled and knew his woman was
ready.

Clarice enjoyed being seduced. It felt like
she didn’t need to do any work at all. Anton was an expert in this
field. She felt like she wanted more, needed more, but she didn’t
know what. So she just let Hunter do as he pleased until he started
wedging her legs apart, which was so foreign to her that she yelped
in response.

“Wha… what are you doing?” she cried in
panic, her voice shaking.

“Baby, you sound like a virgin. Calm down.
It’s going to be all right. My snake here just wants to find your
Garden of Eden.”

“Your snake?” she asked in confusion.

“Uh-huh,” Hunter said, since she wouldn’t be
able to see him nod. “You wanna touch it?”

“What? No.”

“You should try it sometime.” He chuckled
again when he heard her frightened reply.

“Where… where is this Garden of Eden your
snake wants to find?” Clarice asked, a little interested in all the
fluffy words Anton used during their exchange.

Somehow Clarice couldn’t picture Anton using
such words for anything. He looked like the type to rely on more
technical terms. Flowery terms came more easily to Hunter, Clarice
imagined. Then she shut her eyes even tighter.

What was she doing imagining that was Hunter
instead of Anton?
Get a grip of reality, Clarice!

“Right here,” Hunter said seductively,
breaking her train of thought, and then her breath was knocked out
again as his finger probed into her forbidden passage.

“Whaaat… are you doing?” she screeched in
panic when Hunter invaded her.

“Loosening you up. You’re so tight. Are you
a virgin?” Hunter asked, probing his way farther into her
canal.

“What? No, no, of course not,” Clarice lied,
shaking her head. All that heat, all that moisture radiating from
the space where Hunter’s finger had delved, it filled her to the
core.

I’m already halfway, though. If Anton found
out now that I’m a virgin, there’s no telling if he might reverse
the process and stop the deal. I must get his sperm.

“Okay then, just relax. You’re going to
enjoy this. I never disappoint my lovers.”

Lovers!
Clarice thought. Of course
Anton would have previous lovers. He wasn’t in love with her. She
just wanted his sperm. So why did she feel like smashing his head
against the headboard and stomping on his body until he yelled for
mercy? Still, even if her heart wanted to do just that, it did irk
her that she found out too late that he had previous lovers when
she thought he was a pure man.

A bit too late now to turn back the clock
since you’re already in the middle of doing it.

Oh, what the hell? What was Anton doing now,
feeling her hips? This was just too much. Way too much for her to
handle. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating so loud
she was sure even the people downstairs could hear it. When was
this seduction going to finish and the transaction going to take
place? She didn’t know how much longer she would last at the rate
she was going now. Anton was still feeling her lips, collarbone,
hips, and her forbidden canal. It was driving her crazy. And her
heart was doing that stupid crazy dance again.

“Just do it,” Clarice puffed when Hunter’s
finger drove deeper into her core. She was twisting all over.

“All right, baby, but let me just get the
condom out first,” he said, getting off her again, but he was
caught by Clarice before he could move.

“Condoms? No, no condoms,” Clarice yelled.
If Anton wore his condom, how was she going to get that sperm? This
was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She couldn’t afford to lose
that sperm.

“But, baby, I practice safe sex,” Hunter
said.

“I… I already take contraception so it’s
fine,” she lied. If Anton could see her now, her face would bloom
redder than a tomato.

“I think it would still be safer to wear a
condom.” Hunter stood his ground.

“Please, I’m desperate. I want you now,”
Clarice said, and because it felt like Anton wouldn’t budge, she
pulled him over her body again and kissed him on the lips.

Dear Lord, how could she say this? Clarice
was mortified with herself. But for the sake of her baby, she must
let Anton forget all about the condom.

“If you’re sure, baby, then here goes. Hold
on tight because I’m gonna give you a ride you will never forget,”
Hunter said, then laced Clarice’s fingers together around his neck,
making sure she had a firm grip. Then he plunged in. And Clarice
felt her breath knocked out yet again.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hunter asked in
concern. “You’re so tight. Do you want me to take it out?”

“No!” Clarice shouted in Hunter’s ear. If
Anton took it out now, then how was she to make sure his sperm
travelled all the way to her egg?

“Just do what you have to do,” Clarice
demanded through gritted teeth, bearing the pain and all. Dear
Lord, how could people enjoy sex? The process itself was so
painful. But she must endure this for the sake of her baby.

“All right, baby, here goes.” Then Hunter
started to move forward, slowly pushing in and out. Each time
Hunter moved, she felt a little tension release. Then when his
“snake” was all in, he started the process all over again, but this
time instead of pain, there was a tingling mixture of pleasure. A
little butterfly started fluttering around in her stomach and with
more movements, there were more butterflies.

Clarice closed her eyes, too embarrassed and
shy for feeling this way. The pain, the thrill, the excitement were
all centered on that spot. Even the painting of the rose petals
displayed on the wall seemed to hide itself shyly from the low beam
of light when both the occupants had their bodies locked in their
tight embrace.

With each stroke, Clarice felt like she was
travelling higher and higher into the clouds, her body writhing
from within, until both felt like they were floating in midair,
their bodies wrapped around each other’s, legs and arms tangling
together. For Clarice, the moment of climax came when she saw a
flash of white light and then she felt like she was falling, and
what seemed like centuries later, she woke, her body all saturated
with sweat. For Hunter, that moment of intense utopia came like a
turbulent storm, robbing his heart and soul, shattering even his
core, which he never let anyone into before. And under this blanket
of night, both came back to Earth, embraced in each other’s arms,
swimming back to the surface of reality.

CHAPTER 16

Exciting, invigorating, sensual, and
heartwarming—that was the list of words Hunter would use to
describe the best sex ever. But what Hunter had just experienced
last night with his mysterious goddess didn’t even come close to
that list. In fact, it was better, so much better that it
superseded the list and should be classified in its own category as
the most intense and heartfelt sexual experience ever. The kind
that made you cry, smile, and go all giddy in the stomach at the
same time.

This experience wasn’t just the mechanical
process of putting it in, climaxing, then taking it out again. No,
this went beyond that. This was like a soul connection, like he’d
just found his other half. And he thought he didn’t have another
half.

They did it twice last night. Both times she
submitted without fail, which just excited him even more. And both
times he admitted that he’d floated to heaven and back.

Hunter had never felt so much joy as when he
sensed the orange light touching his eyelids. At last he could see
her face. Last night, the curiosity to see her was so strong that
he almost turned on the bedside lamp, but because he was so hungry
for her again after round one, he went to indulge her sweet nectar
once again. And by the end of round two, he was so exhausted that
he had fallen asleep.

That was a first for him because usually
after his midnight exercises with women, it would take at least
three to four rounds before he could be induced to sleep. But his
goddess had put him to sleep only after round two. And the peculiar
thing was when he woke, he felt so refreshed, which never happened
before in his whole life.

Hunter laughed in giddiness, happy that
after what they’d experienced last night, he would get to see the
one woman who could actually put him to sleep, and sleep soundly
too. He couldn’t wait to nestle himself beside her; in fact, he
wanted to spoon her right now.

Hunter promised to himself this morning that
he’d make it his mission to see her face and know her name. Just
the image of her blond hair in the nightclub wasn’t sufficient
enough to embed that image in his memory. It was so mundane that
his brain discarded it into the junk department. No, the image he
wanted to embed in his mind would be her sleeping face with her
blond hair cascading like a paper fan on the pillow, spilling out
in disarray. He wanted that image to stay glued in his mind for all
eternity because he felt such a strong connection with her. So come
heaven or hell, he would at least get to know that much about her.
Hell, he’d already decided since last night that he was going to
propose she become his girlfriend. Now that was an honor most girls
wouldn’t be willing to pass up. Perhaps once he’d seen her face and
knew her name, they could go for round three.

Yes, round three,
Hunter thought, as
he could feel himself going hard with just that idea alone. He
wanted to see her cry out his name when she floated to heaven and
then back. He wanted to see her expression when she hugged him
after their intimate moment. With that thought in mind, he felt
around for the warm body lying beside him, only to jerk upright and
swear vigorously when the warm body was nowhere to be found.

Hunter felt hot and cold all of a sudden. He
pulled at his hair in frustration. More curses gnashed out of his
mouth and he smashed his fist violently against the pillow. He was
always the one to leave first, not the woman. Now the role had been
reversed. He didn’t like this feeling at all.