Hunter (Broken Bad Boys 1): A New Adult Bad Boy Romance (27 page)

There is so much that I still want to tell her, so many things that I want to share with her, but for now, this is enough, this is exactly enough. Right now, I just want to share this with her, because there is nothing better than having her in my arms. To have her pushing close against my body.

M
y heart is bursting
. He told me that he loved me. Of all the things I thought he’d ever tell me, I’m not sure why I never expected this. Maybe because I never really felt like this before, maybe because I was too scared. Maybe because I knew he already loved Tessa. But he said it, not once, multiple times, in a voice that makes me heat up inside. That makes my body feel things that only he can make me feel. I run my hands over his back, touching him as much as I can, wanting him, needing him.

“Forget about anything else, just think of us.” Hunter’s low voice rumbles through his chest and I smile.
Think of us. Us
. Finally. Hunter’s hand slides down and I feel him slip a hand under the back of my shirt.

I can’t suppress the shiver that runs through me and I push closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible, needing to be as close as possible.

“I want to touch you so badly,” he murmurs against my neck as he slips his other hand under my shirt too.

The pressure in my body rises and I push against him more. Yes, yes, please. I slide my hands down and put my hands under his shirt too. “Only if you take your shirt off too.” My cheeks heat up as I say the words.

Hunter chuckles and his lips play on my neck. “Of course.” He leans back and pulls his shirt off, exposing his sexy body, flexing his muscles as he sees me watch. Damn, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone like I want to touch him.

I reach out and run my fingers over his chest, exploring the swirls of the tattoos, exploring the raises and dips of his muscles, of his abs. I feel the flexing of his muscles everywhere I touch, the slight tremor as he tries not to move as I explore him. I lean forward and put my lips to his chest, kissing, nibbling, as Hunter keeps his hands on my hips, holding me tightly.

“Lizzy…” His voice is hoarse. “Damn…”

I look up at him, almost getting lost in the darkness of his eyes, in the lust as he looks at me. So many unspoken things pass between us, but then he pulls me closer and takes my lips in a kiss. A rough, hard, lip-bruising kiss. All thoughts get lost and I scramble to hold onto him, to ground myself against him. I gasp and he dips his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a deep moan from me. I pull back, flushing, surprised, and totally burning up inside.

He reaches up to my face, putting his hand to my cheek as he runs his thumb over my lips. “You’re so beautiful, so amazing. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

I open my lips, letting his thumb slip into my mouth and, in an unfamiliar bout of excitement, I suck on his thumb. His eyes darken even more and I feel his moan pass through my body as he crashes his mouth onto mine again. His hands are back under my shirt, his hot and rough hands against my heated skin. I love it, the contrast between rough and soft, his excitement about touching me. It’s heady, knowing that this amazing guy wants me and me alone.

“Can I pull your shirt off?” he whispers against my ear as he kisses my neck, keeping touching me, kissing me.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Yes, please. I want to feel my skin against his, I want to get to know him as well as I can, memorizing everything.

He holds the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it off, exposing my body, my stomach, my chest, pulling higher and higher, and at last freeing my arms. I’m uncertain for only a moment, the moment it takes me to find his eyes roving all over me, until I see the look that tells me that there is nothing in this world he’d rather look at right now. Like I’m beautiful, precious, like I deserve to be loved.

I swallow hard, putting my arms around his shoulders, not sure where else to keep them as his eyes never leave my body, until he puts his hands around me and looks up, licking his lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He leans forward and kisses up my arm, to my shoulder, not avoiding the scars, but also not lingering on them, just accepting them. Then he kisses down the middle of my body, his lips rough, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

His hands move, slowly sliding up and to the front of my chest. My self-consciousness rises. I’m not that big up front, I never have been, so I don’t really wear sexy bras or other sexy underwear as you usually need a bit more to fill those. He runs his thumbs over the sports top I wear, as I’m not comfortable going bare. My nipples react immediately and harden through the fabric.

I gasp, pushing against his hands more. Whoa. I never… Just like last time, Hunter seems to be able to make my body come alive just by touching, just by knowing where to put his hands.

He slides his thumbs under the fabric and I roll my hips against him, needing friction in other places too, trying to release the tension running through my body.

“You okay?” He looks up at me, licking his lips, his breath irregular.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice so low I barely recognize it, and Hunter’s eyes flare as a satisfied grin pulls up one side of his mouth.

He takes the bottom of my sports top and pulls it off too, exposing me, my whole upper body now bare. His eyes won’t leave me and he pulls me up closer, lifting me slightly. I’m about to pull back before his lips wrap around my nipple and a moan is pulled from me.

Whoa.

Hunter looks up at me as he plays with his tongue over my nipple.

I try to squeeze my legs together, releasing some pressure, but all I manage is to squeeze my legs against Hunter’s hips.

Hunter hums and then his hand moves, down my hip and then lower, until his thumb rests over my most intimate place. He slowly moves his thumb and my hips automatically move too.

Small sounds fall out of my mouth, I can’t keep them in, the feelings just too much, the experience just too new. I can’t help my movements, no matter how much I try.

Hunter lets go and just looks at me, a smile on his lips. “I think we may want to move to a bit more comfortable place.”

My breathing comes out rough and hard and it takes me a moment before I realize what he’s saying. I nod. Yeah, a more comfortable place, maybe.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, our chests pressed together, his hot skin searing mine. I wrap my arms around him, and then he lifts me up, carrying me across the room to his bed. He leans down and puts me on the bed. “You’re so beautiful.” If he keeps repeating it, I may even start to believe it myself, especially with the way that his eyes pass over my body as I lie back on the bed.

Hunter bends over and takes my boots off, dumping them next to the bed, before he takes off his own too. Then he stands up straight, running his hands over his chest and down as he keeps his smiling eyes locked to mine. Such a tease.

I sit up on my knees, coming closer and then putting my hands on his hips. From here, his excitement is very visible. Even if I’ve felt it against me the whole time we were sitting on the couch, seeing it up close, that’s a whole different thing.

Hunter takes my hands and puts them on the button of his jeans.

I swallow hard, and, with shaking fingers, open his jeans. Slowly, carefully, both because I’m shaking so much, but also because I want to tease Hunter as much as he likes to tease me. When the button is open and the zipper slips down a little, I reach inside and put my hand over his boxer briefs, feeling his hard length against my hand.

A deep moan leaves Hunter and he pushes against my hand.

My eyes dart up and when I meet Hunter’s eyes, I can’t look away again. It takes my breath away and my body heats up in a way that makes me feel like, if he even touches me a little bit, I’ll fall apart. Damn…

He reaches out and touches my face, then he comes down and kisses me, smiling. He pushes against me and I lean back on the bed, still looking at him. He strips out of his jeans, but keeps his boxer briefs on as he crawls onto the bed next to me.

Then the kisses start again, on my lips, then down over my chest, where he leaves kisses on both of my nipples, running his tongue over them before moving on down. He dips his tongue into my bellybutton and I let out a squeal. I can feel more than I can hear his low laughter, a feeling that runs right through me.

His lips are at the top of my skirt and he looks up at me.

Oh. I swallow hard at his wordless question. But then I nod. I want him to touch me, everywhere.

Hunter opens the skirt and slowly pulls it down, past my simple black underwear, past my over-knee socks, down until it’s off and dropped onto the floor. I should have put on sexier clothes, but I don’t have any. I’ve never felt like I needed clothes that were sexy, as I never thought of myself as sexy.

Then Hunter starts to kiss his way back up, his lips on my calves, slowly moving his way up, past my knee. His eyes are on me constantly and the throbbing inside me gets worse. I flex my legs, trying to ease it, but it’s no use.

Hunter chuckles and runs his hand over the inside of my thigh as he follows it closely with his mouth.

My breathing speeds up, the throbbing getting worse, the tension in my body rising, and all I can do is look at Hunter, who really seems to enjoy teasing me like this.

Then his fingers brush over my sensitive area and I let out a surprised gasp. The feeling is so strong, like all my nerves are only focused on there. Like there is nothing else in this world. Hunter moves again and then his mouth covers me, the warmth not easing the throbbing, instead making it worse.

I moan, the sound coming from deep inside me, my mind blank, everything erased but the feelings that Hunter gives me.

His hands move, tugging on the sides of my underwear, I raise my hips to help him out, and Hunter slides them down my legs. Then he moves back between my legs, spreading them further open, his breath ghosting over me.

“Hunter…” I moan. This is just too much. I need him to do something or I’ll go insane.

“Yes?” He tries to sound calm, but I can hear his excitement in his voice. His breath comes closer and suddenly his tongue slips between my folds.

I shoot up, surprised, my eyes wide as I stare at him. That was way more sensitive than I expected, bringing a fire through my body, a fire that I need to quench.

Hunter looks at me, a smile on his lips, and he reaches out, putting his hand on my hip. Squeezing it, pulling me closer again, and I follow his lead.

This time, when his tongue touches me, I’m not as surprised and the feeling spreads through me, making all my nerves so insane, but also enveloping my body in a comfortable humming, a warm and comfortable feeling. Then his hand moves and I feel his finger at my sensitive entrance, just touching me, teasing.

“Hunter…” The low moan coming from me is unrecognizable, a sound I’ve never before made, a sound of pure pleasure, of pure sex.

Without answering, Hunter slowly slides his finger into me—in, out, in, out. I’m so excited that it’s easy, as his tongue still teases me too.

I’m moaning, thrashing, gasping, and suddenly Hunter stops, pulling away before he sits up. I open my eyes, almost scared I did something wrong. But when I look at Hunter, he’s stripping his boxer briefs off, revealing himself.

He reaches under the bed and pulls out a small plastic bag. Then he looks at me, his eyes a combination of pure lust and uncertainty. He swallows hard before he pulls a box out of the bag. Condoms.

Oh. Yeah, of course. I squeeze my legs together as I realize what this will mean. He’ll be inside me, over me.

“This okay?” He holds out the box.

I grab the box from him, open it, and pull out a condom. I don’t really care anymore. I want him and I want him now. I was so close, and then he stopped. I hand him back the condom.

He nods and opens the packet, quickly rolling it on, and then he hovers over me, looking down at me in a way that tells me I’m loved, cherished, cared for.

I wrap my arms around him and put my mouth to his, pushing my tongue into him. He sucks on the tip of my tongue as he lets out a moan.

Then I feel him move, feel his length between my legs, putting pressure on me. I open my legs, trying to help him, though I’m not sure if this will work, he’s so big.

Hunter breaks the kiss, instead moving his lips down my neck, finding a spot there that makes me forget everything, everything until he starts pushing into me.

I claw at him, trying to get a grip on his back as I stretch around him, as all the nerves go crazy and I don’t recognize the sounds that leave me.

He pulls back slightly before he slides in again, slowly progressing, slowly sliding in deeper. His low groans and moans travel through me, heightening the feelings, making everything just a little more unreal.

When his hips push against me, he stops, staying still, not moving. I try to breathe, but it feels like I can’t take a proper breath, my whole body insane, my heart beating like crazy.

Hunter leans up, looking at me, his eyes dark. “Are you okay?” His breathing is irregular, shallow, as if he’s trying to control his body.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching out to his face, pulling him closer and kissing him, short kisses, turning longer and longer as Hunter slowly starts to move his hips. We moan out together, our breaths syncing. The whole experience becomes a wave of feelings—the pressure building as he pushes in, and the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out again.

I don’t want this to stop, not ever, but I also know that it won’t take us long any more, not with the way that we’re going. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Touch yourself.” Hunter’s whisper is more like a moan.

“What?” I’m not sure what he wants me to do. I don’t know how to really do that.

“Here.” Hunter takes my hand and guides it to where we’re joined, where all my nerves are heightened and every little touch there sends shocks through my body. “Yeah, like that.”

I move my fingers, trying to do what Hunter did last time, which isn’t easy when you can’t focus. But when I hit the right spots, my body contracts and lights start to flash behind my eyes.

Hunter moans out, and his hips snap. When I hit that spot again, I feel how my body grasps onto Hunter tighter. Whoa. Hunter groans as I keep doing it, his hips moving irregularly now, as I can barely keep control of my own body.