HUNTER (The Caine Brothers Book 1) (9 page)

“Fuck me, Hunter. Make me come.”

And her sex talk was pretty damn good, too.

Who was he to deny the lady?

He leaned down to suckle her nipples while he pulled out and drove back in, setting a delicious, punishing rhythm.

She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in with a sweet burn, then dragged her hands down his back until she grabbed his ass. Her nails bit into the skin there, too, driving him closer to his own release.

It wasn’t long before she stilled as her orgasm started deep inside and cascaded through her. She thrust her hips up to get as much of him as she could. A long, high-pitched sound somewhere between a wail and a sigh escaped her lips as she came, and that was all it took to trigger him. His balls tightened and his orgasm slammed into him like a truck.

He thrust in hard and every muscle in his body tightened as he came, his cock pulsing as her muscles squeezed him. Holy fucking shit, it was magnificent.

When he finished, he collapsed on the bed next to her, stripping the condom off, before flinging himself onto his back. They both lay there, drained, spent, content.

“That was some pretty damn good wake-up sex,” Hunter said.

She leaned up onto an elbow and looked down at him with the sexiest bed-head he’d ever seen, and a dreamy, satisfied look on her face.

“I could get used to that.” She leaned down and kissed him, then swung those gorgeous long legs around and stood. She stretched and yawned, and the sight of her made him want her all over again. “I’m going to go take a shower, then we should order breakfast. Check out the room service.”

“I’m starved,” he said.

She sauntered to the bathroom, relaxed and comfortable with her nudity. At the door she turned and said, “are you coming?”

His cock twitched at the thought of a hot, soapy shower with Allison. He had to agree. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Grabbing the string of condoms, he hauled himself off the bed and hurried to join her in the bathroom.

Good lord, Hunter made Allison want to spent every waking moment in bed with him. The way he touched her, played her body like an instrument, wrung the most amazing orgasms from her, it was like he was made just for her. She’d never met a man who suited her so well, who she felt comfortable enough with to expose herself so shamelessly. Her sexual experiences to date had been satisfying in a physical sense, but left her emotionally unfulfilled, like something was still missing. In previous relationships, she’d wanted to throw clothes on right after sex, and in some instances slink away.

But Hunter was different. Sure, she’d only known him a short time, but there was a sense of things clicking into place. It was as if getting him away from the office had allowed him to relax enough to show his humanity, but in looking back at their time in the office she saw him differently now. Whereas before she’d seen him as a selfish, arrogant ass, now she saw the drive and determination, the responsibility and the sexy cockiness. Okay, she’d seen that before, but now it made her hot when before it just irritated her—or maybe turned her on. A little.

In the bathroom she turned on the shower, setting it hot, but not too hot. The stone tile, glass door, bench seat, and large, square rain shower head made it the perfect two-person shower.

Allison had every intention of sexing Hunter in the shower, but she craved the clean feeling of the hot water and soap.

She stepped in and let the water rain down on her. It felt almost as wonderful as her orgasmic wakeup.

“Good morning,” Hunter said as he stepped in behind her.

Just the timbre of his voice sent delicious shivers skittering over her skin.

“So far it’s been one of the best.”

He nuzzled her neck, kissing, nipping, and licking the water from her skin. All her inside parts quivered again, ready for the next round. Not that she was inclined to argue at the moment, but at the rate they were going, they’d never see any more of the resort than the inside of their room.

“I’ll second that,” he said, his voice vibrating against her neck. She started to turn to face him, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve got you.”

He reached for the body wash and loofa, then started a sensuous scrubbing of her whole body. Every time she tried to move, he held her in place, told her to stay still. The only time he allowed her to move was when he made her spread her legs so he could clean her. By the time he was done, her clit was throbbing for him again and her nipples were hard as river pebbles.

“Okay, my turn,” she said.

But he still held her in place and wouldn’t let her face him.

“No. Stay put.”

“What is this, some dominance thing?”

“What if it is?”

What if it was? She didn’t normally like being told what to do. Certainly not outside the bedroom, and usually not inside. But there was something about Hunter’s voice and demeanor that made it feel more like sex-play than actual control. And if she got more mind-blowing orgasms out of it, she was game.

“Just remember, turnabout’s fair play.”

His cock jerked and bumped into her back. So apparently he had no problem with the dominance thing going both ways. Good to know.

For now, she was fine with seeing where he took things.

“We’ll see,” he said.

He put more gel on the loofa and she peeked over her shoulder to see him washing himself. Watching all the slippery suds sliding down his naked body was almost enough to make her come. She wanted to rub her hands all over him, enjoy the slickness, take hold of his cock and stroke it until he growled her name.

If he didn’t want her to turn, fine, she could still reach around behind her. When she took hold of him, his hips bucked in response, but he didn’t say anything.

She made a lazy effort at fondling him as the warm water and soap turned him sleek and silky. Tracing the rim of his head, the firm veins, the hard length of him sent ribbons of heat through her core.

So far, the only thing they’d done in the shower was shower, yet the anticipation of his touch pushed her to the edge. Waiting to see what he’d do. He wouldn’t allow her to turn, so what was he waiting for?

Maybe the expectation was supposed to be the foreplay. If that had been his plan, it was working as well as if he’d thrown her against the shower wall and kissed and touched every inch of her. As it was, her body was so aware of him right there and
not
touching, all she could think about was all the ways she wanted to be touched. Her thoughts and desires were the aphrodisiac that made the excitement build as she waited.

Not being able to see him and what he was doing—wondering what he had planned—had her strung tight with desire.

She was just about ready to try turning around again, when he said, “put your hands on the wall in front of you.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

He slipped his wet hands down her arms and lifted them toward the wall. She did as he asked, leaning forward to place her palms on the stone tiles. It left her bent at the waist with her ass in the air and pointing straight at his cock.

The water rained down on her back and sluiced off her sides, her breasts, her arms, her face, and her hair.

She heard the tearing sound of him ripping open a condom packet and it made her core convulse. The water dripping from her breasts felt as good as Hunter’s fingers or tongue and shot sizzling desire like an arrow straight down her spine toward his erection. If he’d been inside her, she was sure it would have sizzled right through him, too.

A needy mewling sound vibrated in her throat, and she pushed her ass backward into him.

“Be patient,” he said.

“I don’t want to be patient. I want you in me.”

As an answer, he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. The hard length of him slid between her cheeks and barely bumped her clit. That was enough to make a wave of lust burst through her belly. She bounced back against him. He chuckled.

With his fingers, he found her clit and flicked it. She jerked and moaned. Then he slid a couple of fingers into her folds and she closed her eyes. She was on the verge of getting what she wanted.

He used his other hand to guide his cock into her opening and took his sweet damn time getting all the way in.

Her moan sounded like a long appreciation of something delicious. Which it was. So incredibly delicious. She felt her muscles contract around him. So good.

His hands went back to her hips as he plunged and thrust, driving home over and over until the first hints of her orgasm coiled inside, suspended for just a moment before hurtling apart into a million fiery surging sparks in her veins.

Her back arched and she called out some incoherent animal sounds as the climax ripped through her. Somewhere in the middle of it, she felt him come, too, jamming himself hilt deep into her and spasming, his own low, deep sounds merging with hers.

When they were both spent, he pulled out and finally turned her to face him.

She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him as the water fell on their heads. His hands went to her low back, and his kiss was surprisingly tender.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you, Allison.”

To her ear, it sounded an awful lot like he was talking about more than just sex.

Hunter shut the door after the room service attendant left a cart of food big enough for him and all his brothers.

“What did you do, order one of everything?” he asked.

After their shower, Allison had thrown on her bikini and another short summery dress over the top. She’d shoved her hair into a wet, messy bun, and she was still fucking gorgeous.

“I’m starving,” she said, picking up a piece of bacon and ripping off a big bite. “If you’re going to make me burn so many calories, I need to bulk up.”

She wiggled her brows at him, and he grinned. She had a point.

Everything smelled amazing. He didn’t know where to start.

Allison unloaded plates from the cart to the breakfast bar in the kitchenette, removing the warming lids like a kid opening birthday presents.

Hunter hiked his shorts and took a seat on the barstool next to her, and started with a sip of strong, black coffee. It was phenomenal—rich and smooth.

“Good?” Allison asked.

“Yeah.”

“From the sexy sound you just made, I have to assume you’re in love.”

He explored her expression for hidden meaning. Did she mean something besides just joking about liking the coffee? On the other side of the throes of passion, he felt suddenly guarded, as if he’d done something to embarrass himself and had to reassemble his protective mask to avoid the pain of humiliation.

But her face seemed open, at ease, genuine. There didn’t seem to be any ulterior motive. No lying in wait to strike. Unless cutting a wedge from a stack of pancakes and forking it into her mouth had somehow become a threat.

“Best coffee ever.”

She closed her eyes and made an appreciative whimpering sound while she chewed. “Pancakes are great,” she mumbled with her mouth full.

Looking around the suite, the whole situation seemed surreal, as if he’d stepped through the looking glass or a wardrobe, into a world he was completely unfamiliar with. Tropical paradise? Relaxation? Phenomenal sex? An amazing woman he actually wanted to spend time with outside of bed? He didn’t know how to assimilate it all.

And tomorrow it would be over.

Suddenly his appetite soured.

Why did it feel like the end of the weekend meant the end of something important? Going back to the office and his empty condo suddenly didn’t appeal to him. He’d have nobody to talk to, nobody to tease him, and nobody to wake up to. He didn’t even know where Allison lived.

“Tell me about your place,” he said.

She scrunched her brows into a question, and when she swallowed she asked, “my apartment?”

“Yeah. What’s it like?”

“You want to know what my apartment’s like? Why?”

“Just curious. I don’t know anything about you. We work together, I’ve tasted every inch of your naked body, but I don’t know anything about you.”

“I’ve heard that licking each other always leads to sharing details about your living conditions.”