Page 58 of Tame Me

“When I told Mom I was coming up to see you, she insisted on making something.”

“You told your mom?” My jaw dropped.

My horror must’ve shown on my face because he blinked at me and reached over to touch my arm. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s not like that. I have to drip-feed Mom information, or she won’t stop asking questions. But I was at their place yesterday, and she grilled me over why I was coming up to the Gold Coast again. She’s good at that. Anyway . . .” He shrugged. “I couldn’t help but talk about you. I find you fascinating.”

Fascinating! Okay, he’s forgiven. My heart fluttered at the intense desire in his eyes. I was two seconds away from jumping his bones when he glanced away from me and down at the food.

“Anyway . . .” He pointed at tiny pastry cups that looked to be filled with white custard. “These are Mom’s famous cheese puffs. You top them with the quince jelly. It’s heaven in your mouth. Trust me.”

Oh, hello. It was impossible to resist after that introduction. I plucked one, topped it with quince jelly just like he’d suggested, and popped it into my mouth. He copied my move, and we watched each other eat.

The taste was sensational. Creamy, complex cheese, buttery pastry, sweet quince—I was in culinary heaven.

“Oh, my god. Yum.” I reached for another.

“I told you. People line up for these whenever Mom entertains. The trick is the cheese; Mom has our local deli import it specially for her from France. You can’t get it here otherwise.”

“Wow.”

While Hunter chatted more about the cheese and the lovely region in the French Riviera where it came from, I devoured another two pastries and became enthralled by his voice. We sipped our wine, ate some more, laughed a lot, and as the night rolled on, we touched each other more. Fleeting touches at first—his hand on my arm, mine on his. He wiped a crumb from my lip, and I fed a nibble into his mouth.

I wanted to stay all night long.

No, it was more than that—I wanted to stay with Hunter forever. It was a wonderful realization. He made me feel incredible. My heart swelled just looking at him, but when we shared a conversation, my heart leaped for joy.

I’d never used the term soul mate before. I’d never thought they were real, but now, after spending more wonderful hours with my handsome chocolatier, I wondered if I may have found mine.

Hunter reached over and wove our fingers together. I turned to him, and our eyes met, and the silent communication that sizzled between us made my heart soar. Pushing off my chair, I went to him, straddled his legs, put my arms around his neck, and planted my lips on his.

Our kiss wasn’t constrained. It was wild, heated, and full of passion. Our tongues explored, our hands groped, and my body heat elevated. We moaned together, and I drove my fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, holding him to me.

He pushed forward on his chair, curled his arms around me, and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and our mouths remained locked together as he carried me inside.

He put me on the kitchen counter, and together, we raised my dress over my head, and his eyes widened when they lowered to my sexy lingerie. He ran his hand from my neck to between my breasts, and I planted my hands behind me on the counter and arched my back as his hands traveled down my body.

My flesh sizzled. I was an inferno about to self-combust, and I wriggled my hips in reaction to the party raging in my pussy. I spread my legs farther as his hand reached my G-string. He ran his thumb over my clit, and the pressure he applied enhanced the friction of the lacy fabric, and it was fantastic.

He hooked his fingers into my underpants and peeled them off. I parted my legs, and his hands glided up my thighs. He pushed a finger inside me. I gasped, and he sucked the air in through his teeth as he drilled his digit into me with a fascinating twisting motion. I laid back on the counter, gasping at the coolness on my skin, and the next second, his tongue was on me. In me.

He licked my pussy and sucked my clit into his mouth. When he added a finger to his already magical repertoire, I clawed at the counter. I raised my hips. I gasped for air. Every nerve ending was set to explode as he continued to build my orgasm.

I cried out as I tipped over the magical edge, and my orgasm took over my body.

Hunter left the counter, and through my sex-fueled haze, I watched him strip off and roll a condom on. He returned to me, his eyes glazed, his jaw ajar, and his cock thick and long. I planted my hands on his shoulders, ready to watch the show.

And oh, what a show it was. Hunter guided his cock to my pussy and pushed the head into my folds, spreading me apart. His fingers dug into my hips as he guided himself into me, driving right to the very hilt. He filled me so completely, like the last piece of a puzzle slotting into place.

Our eyes met. Our souls met. The two of us, united as one, was the most incredible thing in the world.

He lowered his eyes to watch our union, and I joined him in observing the spectacle. His cock withdrew, slick with my juices, and he came all the way out, showing off his swollen crown. He entered again, driving that beast all the way into me with slow precision. As I felt every inch of him, I was certain he too explored every inch of me.

Over and over, he drove into me, each time slightly faster than the last. Our breathing grew rapid. His fingers dug into my flesh. My pussy pulsed, begging to be thrust into again. I clenched my muscles around him, trapping him in my core.

He cried out.

I cried out.

His thrusts hit fever pitch, and I grabbed hold of his shoulders, arched my back, and cried out as my orgasm tore through me. Hunter released a deep primal moan and slammed his cock into me over and over, until finally, he shuddered inside me.

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