From the Author
Hunter isshirtless and sweat-slicked, with dark eyes and a twisted mouth. He wipes hisforehead, squinting, and speaks in a voice that sounds strangely far away. "Isthat you, Libby?"
I can't speak. Ican't even move for the longest moment. When I find my voice, I sound like I'mchoking. "Libby? N-no."
Oh dear God,he's beautiful. I am in awe of his shoulders. His pecs. My heart is racing, andunder my gown, I quiver in response to--well, it must be pheromones. I have theurge to grab his arms and pull him down beside me on the bed. Instead, Isqueeze my eyes shut.
Oh God. I'mdone. I was an outcast before, but my old crowd will really slay me now.
Slowly I lift myeyelids, finding Hunter closer; he's leaning over the mattress, the weight ofhis gorgeous upper body propped on his thick arms. His face softens when hiseyes meet mine, and he nods slightly. "Yes it is."
I have no ideawhat he's talking about anymore, because my brain has turned to soup. I'm allglowing, glittering sensation as his green gaze sweeps me from toes to crown.His brows are slightly gathered, his mouth still tight. Firelight illuminateshis face, so I can see the exact moment he realizes what I've been doing. Historso stiffens as his hands, pressed against the mattress, curl into big fists.He makes a low, approving sound and speaks in a voice that sounds like moltenlava.
I look down atmy hand, still tangled in my gown. "It is?" I search his face.
"Oh, yeah. Hellyeah." He's on the bed with me that next second, his gym-ripped body licked bythe glow of flames. I gasp when he grabs my hips and turns me toward him. Hiseyes are flaring, and I expect him to let go of my fleshy hips. I'm alreadyrecoiling, hating myself for humiliating myself in front of this man. Insteadhe pulls me closer, locking both hands around my big ass and squeezing.
"Let me get youoff," he purrs. I feel a throb between my legs, followed by a rush of needywarmth.
Somehow I manageto nod, and his hand is fishing in my gown. I can barely stand to watch him.I'm already panting, and my eyes want to squeeze shut. I won't let them. Fatehas given me this gift, and I intend to experience it. I inhale deeply, tryingto hold off my release.
Hunter's eyesglow as he strokes my calves and traces up my thigh, across my hip. He looksdazed as he lifts my panties with his finger, stroking oh so gently over me.
I whimper and hemoves to straddle me, the fingers of his free hand tangling with mine, guidingmy fingers, stroking me lightly, making me want to burst as he positions myfinger, wraps his palm around my hand, and gently urges me inside myself.
His fingers areworking my clit, and I'm wet...so wet. I am gasping, clenching andunclenching. My legs are locked, my feet dancing. All my blood has rushed underour joined fingers.
"You like it,"he rasps, and then my finger is joined by his.
This is the mostI've ever had, and I moan with the fullness of it. As I reach for him,clutching at his golden hair, he tugs away, ducking under my gown. I feel thesoft heat of his tongue and shriek. My thighs clamp down around his head andit's like the universe is ripped apart. I groan and push his head down, nearlycoming off the bed as he works me into what must be nirvana.
I've never hadan orgasm like this.