Licked (L.A. Liaisons Book 1) (18 page)

“Tell me.” Hunter’s lips brushed mine. “Tell me to touch you.”

Rubbing myself against him again, I leaned forward to capture his mouth, but he pulled back. “Please,” I said, not even caring in that moment that I was begging for it. “Please put your hands on me—”

Hunter’s mouth met mine again, his kiss hungry as he reached down between us with his free hand and pushed aside my panties. His fingers slid between my sensitive lips before one of them slipped inside. I was wet, so wet, and when he added a second finger, I couldn’t help the “fuck” that came out of my mouth. His mouth swallowed my curse as the pressure began to build. Spearing my hand through his hair again, I squeezed his fingers, and this time, he groaned and removed his hand.
 

“Upstairs,” he said. “Now.”

Thirty seconds later we were in my apartment, the door kicked shut and Hunter’s lips on my neck. His hand went to my hair, pulling the clip out so that it tumbled over my shoulders.
 

“Like this with me,” he said. “I want you to let your hair down with me.”

“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth, as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. He hadn’t worn anything underneath, and the sight of him bare-chested in the middle of my apartment made me want to pinch myself. He was here. With me. Wanting to be with
me.

With his crumpled shirt in my hands, I backed down the hall, daring him to follow. He answered with a savage grin, stalking forward as I entered my bedroom. I tossed his shirt over my lounge chair by the window as he stood in the doorway unbuckling his belt and the top button of his pants.

“Stop,” I said, and he paused. The look he was giving me was making me brave as I went to stand in front of him, pushing his hands away and lowering his zipper myself. There wasn’t a hesitant bone in my body, no warning bells. The only flutter I felt was from anticipation of getting this man naked and in my bed.
 

I slipped my hands under the sides of his boxer briefs, and as I pushed them down his thighs, I went to my knees. His long, thick cock pointed proudly in my direction, hard and ready for me. Looking up at Hunter, I wrapped my fingers around the base and ran my tongue over the tip. He took a shuddering breath, his eyes intently watching. Sucking the head into my mouth, I heard him groan, which only spurred me on to take him deeper.

“Ryleigh…fuck.” He grabbed my hair as my tongue ran along the underside of him. Then I pushed my lips down his entire length, taking as much of him as I could. He tasted better than any creamy concoction I could’ve dreamed up. I know that sounds ridiculous because that’s never true, but in Hunter Morgan’s case, it was totally fucking true. Like a delicious mixture of toffee and sea salt, the two flavors balancing to make one heady combination, and I couldn’t get enough.
 

“Christ, woman,” he said, his hand in my hair tightening. “You have to stop before I come.” When I grinned and sucked him again, my hand twisting up and down the wet path my mouth had made all over his rock-hard cock, he growled and pushed my head back. “Get on the bed,” he said through clenched teeth.

Loving the effects of the sexual torment I’d put him through, I went over to the bed and put one knee on it. Glancing over my shoulder to see Hunter removing his clothes and shoes, I said, “I might need your help getting out of this dress.”
 

I couldn’t take my eyes off the physical wonder that was Hunter fully naked. His eyes gleamed in the dark, watching me take him in as he ripped open a foil packet with his teeth. His broad shoulders and chest led down to abs that could’ve been carved from stone. The deep V of his hips showcased the most beautiful—yes, beautiful—cock I’d ever seen, and his muscular legs were perfect for, well, thrusting. A shot of lust ran through me at the thought.
 

“You need some help, you said…” After rolling the condom on, Hunter came to stand behind me and kissed my shoulder before unzipping my dress. It dropped to the ground, and I kicked it off and turned to face him. His lips covered mine as he held my waist, backing us onto the bed so his body pinned me to the mattress.
 

Kisses rained down my neck, my chest, over my covered breasts, and then Hunter sat up, pushing my legs wide so he could kneel between them. He lifted my ankle to his shoulder, and smoothed his hand down to tease my thighs before moving it back up my calves. “I think we should keep these on,” he said, fingering my strappy peacock-blue stilettos. “But everything else is coming the fuck off.”

He placed a hot kiss on the inside of my ankle, his lips leisurely making their way up my leg, and I swear goose bumps broke out all over my body. When he reached my inner thigh, his nose grazed my soaked panties, and I jerked as need spiked through me.
 

“Mind if I take these?” he asked, his lips moving to place featherlight kisses over the useless lace covering me.
Off. Take them the hell off.

His teeth skimmed along my lower stomach, and I lifted my hips as he bit down on the edge of my panties and began to drag them off me. Using his mouth. Only his mouth.

And
holy shit,
that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

When they were discarded on the floor, he crawled back over me, one hand reaching underneath my back to unhook my bra. It was gone in a flash, and his mouth was on my breast, licking my nipple to a stiff peak before taking it inside his mouth. My back arched, I lost my breath, and the feel of him hard and ready against my stomach had me squirming. My hands weaved through his hair as my hips moved to find his, needing the friction to soothe the ache only he could fill.
 

“So impatient,” he said, smiling against my other breast before taking me into his mouth again.
 

“Please, Hunter.” I felt the tip of his cock at my core, and I lifted up, wanting nothing more than for him to slide inside, fill me, and fuck me until morning. “I can’t wait this time.”

“Mmm…
this time
.” His lips moved up to mine, a wicked gleam in his eyes as I lay there panting underneath him. “Since you asked so nicely…”
 

 
With his hand on my waist, he lined our hips up and pushed inside me, slow and steady, drawing out the sensation of feeling each other for the first time. A sigh escaped my lips; I wanted to hold him there, to keep him in between my thighs where he belonged.

“So good…
Fuck
.” Leaning down over me, he backed his hips up and took my mouth again, his tongue dipping inside at the same time his cock plunged into me.

I rode the waves of pleasure, my nails running down his back. I pulled him closer, needing him deeper. His gaze never left mine, and I realized I needed it—needed that connection with him. The all-consuming physical pleasure combined with what his eyes were conveying without saying a word. This wasn’t a casual fuck for him. It meant more than he’d wanted to let on.
I
meant more. And that knowledge had the last of my reserve dissipating, giving myself over to him completely.
 

The strong legs I’d admired earlier propelled his hips forward, the pressure in my lower body building, and the need to release urgent and imminent. When he pushed inside again, I clenched my muscles around his cock. It took him by surprise because his movements became jerky and he started to ride me harder, more desperate, driving us both toward the brink.

As the pressure built, he reached between us and stroked my clit, and that was all it took. An orgasm ripped through me so strong I could only gasp, unable to even cry out his name. As my body continued to shudder from the intensity of the mind-shattering climax, Hunter fisted his hand in my hair and came, long and hard, inside me. His lips crushed mine, swallowing our moans as our hips rocked gently, neither of us wanting to make the move to leave the other. He could stay there, sleep there, live there if he wanted to.
 

And damn I wanted him to.

His kisses grew softer, his teeth nipping my lips as our bodies stilled in the tangled sheets.
 

“Ryleigh?” he asked, still inside me, still pressing kisses along my jaw.
 

“Hmm?” I tried to keep my eyes open, but a sense of satiated peace had settled in my bones, making it hard not to fall asleep in his arms.
 

“I’m keeping you,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

A lazy smile crossed my lips.
 

I felt the loss of him immediately when he pulled out, but he quickly discarded the condom and was back in the bed and drawing me against his side. He pulled me half on top of him, his strong arms wrapping around me and his fingers running through my hair. I kissed his chest and snuggled closer, letting sleep overtake me, completely content in that moment to just be.

I was wrong when I’d said Cameron was perfect. No, this…lying on top of Hunter and listening to his heartbeat…
this
was perfection.

WHEN I WOKE up the next morning, it felt as though I’d emerged from the hottest dream of my life. I snuggled into my pillow, calling to mind the handsome face of the man who’d kept me more than satisfied all night. Stretching my legs out, I rubbed one against the long, hairy leg under mine.
 

Wait. Leg?

My eyes flipped open, and a pair of warm brown ones stared at me from the pillow next to mine.
 

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he said.

Not. A. Dream.
 

“Hi,” I said shyly, pulling the covers up to my chin to cover, well, everything.
 

He chuckled. “No need to do that.”

“I thought I dreamed you.”

“You didn’t, so let’s maybe get rid of this,” he said, inching the sheet back down my back.
 

I let him leave it wherever he wanted.
After all, look at the view he’s giving me,
I thought, as my eyes trailed down to where the covers lay just under his pelvis.
Damn.

“Sleep well?’ he asked.

“I don’t recall sleeping much. I think a certain someone kept me awake most of the night.”

He smiled, brushing the hair off my back before running his fingers softly across my skin.
Wow, he is gorgeous to wake up to.
I hoped there wasn’t makeup smeared all over my face, but I was pretty sure it had come off at some point during one of our sweaty romps.
 

“You’re fucking stunning first thing in the morning.”

“Oh no.” I hid my face in the pillow and shook my head.

“What’s oh no? I’m not allowed to say that?”

“No, you’re not allowed to lie,” I said, but I couldn’t keep the cheesetastic grin off my face.

“I’d never lie to you.” He took my hand and kissed my fingertips, and my heart skipped. Sexy
and
a romantic? It was almost too much to ask for.
 

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I need to get going soon. Take a shower, grab my work clothes. Don’t wanna be late and piss off the boss woman.”

“I think she’d be lenient on you.”

“Not if I miss her deadline by staying in her bed all day. Though it might be worth it.”

“Might?” I said, feigning shock. “
Might
be worth it? You better retract that statement, Mr. Morgan.”

He pulled me on top of him, his body warm and his erection stirring.
 

“Mmm, you’re just starting trouble now, mister. I thought you had to leave.”

“I do.”

“Okay. See you later, then.”

“See you.”
 

He didn’t budge, just grinned up at me with a look that would’ve singed my panties had I been wearing any.
 

“I suppose I could make you coffee before I send you on your way,” I said.

“If we
have
to get out of bed, then I guess I’ll settle for that.”

I gave him a quick peck on the lips. “The good creamer is downstairs, so you might want to put some pants on.”

“I’m pretty sure the good creamer is in this bed,” Hunter said, rolling on top of me and attacking my neck until I dissolved into a fit of giggles.
 

“Get off me, you barbarian.”

“Say the magic words,” he said, holding my wrists above my head.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please get off me, Master Hunter?”

He considered that. “That’s not bad.”

“Please get off me, you sex fiend, and I promise to get
you
off later.”

Hunter let go of my wrists. “I love how well you get me.”
 

Laughing, I pushed him toward the edge of the bed until his feet hit the floor. Wrapping the blanket around me, I shuffled across the room and grabbed his pants from the floor before tossing them on the bed. Then I took a shift dress off the hanger and slid into a pair of flats. Yes, I own flats. I just rarely wear them. Short people need all the help they can get.
 

The kitchen lights were already on when we got downstairs. I glanced at the clock. Zoe must’ve just gotten in. And then speak of the damn devil. My right-hand woman stepped out of the walk-in freezer, and the expression on her face was priceless. She was slack-jawed and, for once, at a loss for words. But she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the beddable specimen behind me.