Page 101 of Tame Me

Within a minute, Hunter and I were chuckling; within two, we were laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I hadn’t done up my bra, and my boobs wobbled freely.

It perfectly matched how I felt . . . free.

Alive.

We stepped from the sand and onto the boardwalk that led us up off the beach. We fell in side by side, and Hunter put his arm around my shoulders and tugged me to him. “Well, that was a first for me.”

I chuckled as I put my arm around his waist. “Me too.”

“So, you heard what the nice police officer said. We need to find a room.”

I glided my hand up the side of his torso, feeling the steely muscles beneath his shirt. “We do.”

“Would you like to come to my room then?”

“I’d be delighted.”

We stepped from the boardwalk onto the grass and took a moment to brush the sand off our feet. “Do you want to put your shoes back on?”

“No, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmmm,” he mumbled.

I blinked up at him. “Hmmm, what?”

“What? Nothing?”

I turned to him, placed my hands on his pecs, and looked up into his magical eyes. “It didn’t seem like nothing to me.”

His face softened, and he curled his hand across my cheek. “It’s just . . . I find you fascinating. You dress beautifully and in a way that I thought you’d die if you got your hands or feet dirty, yet that’s not the woman I see. You’re a mysterious puzzle, Just Memphis.”

His long lashes flicked down and up my body as he smiled. “And I look forward to unraveling that mystery.”

I was torn between jumping onto his hips and kissing him wildly and telling him exactly why I was a mystery. He grabbed my hand, saving me from my indecision, and we walked up the Hot Horizon Hotel steps and crossed the lobby in silence.

Bailey waved at us from behind reception, and Hunter and I both waved back at him. The elevator door opened and we stepped in, and he pressed the button for the eighth floor.

At his floor, we strolled arm in arm to room forty-eight. Hunter opened the door and stepped aside for me. I walked to the dining table and placed my bag over the back of the chair. When I turned to Hunter, I just about melted at how handsome he was. He had an inner beauty about him that shone as brightly as a diamond.

He stepped up to me and placed his hand on my waist, and as he curled his other hand around my neck, his eyes burned into mine. “There’s something you should know about me.”

I blinked and just about burst at the seriousness in his demeanor. “Okay.”

“I always finish what I start.” His words oozed sexuality.

“O . . . oh.” I could barely breathe, and I stepped into his embrace as he lowered his lips to mine. Our kiss was heated, loaded with lust. But it was more than that—so much more. With his arms around me, I felt safety, peace, at home, and could I dare to believe . . . in love.

The restraint Hunter had shown on the beach was long gone, replaced instead with eager fingers that flipped open my buttons. I undressed him at lightning speed, and in a flash, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together as our hands explored each other.

As our kiss deepened, we each moaned, and I drove my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to me.

I sought his cock and wrapped my hand around his masterpiece. As I glided my fingers up and down his length, it thickened, growing more impressive by the second. His hand nudged between my thighs, and I parted my legs, allowing him easy access.

His finger drove into me, and our united moans filled the room.

Barely a few heartbeats later, I was right back on that delicious precipice between a building orgasm and mind-blowing release. Hunter’s fingers rubbed my clit with every plunge. I raised my knee, contouring my upper body to his and giving his probing hand a whole new angle.

I was there, oh so close to exquisite release.

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