Page 60 of Cruel Expectations

He skated his hand up her waist to cup one breast. When he swiped his thumb across the aching tip, it shrank to a tight point.

“Hunter!”

In answer, he pinched her nipple hard. Desire flared through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and dragged him closer. When he slipped his hand down her ribs, over her stomach, and under her skirt, she stopped breathing.

He ran his finger along the seam of her pussy. As he worked over the small bump of her clit, she clung to his shoulders to hold herself upright. A soft moan escaped her.

Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes and slid his hand in her panties, over her bare pussy.

His low growl rumbled through her. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Swirling his fingertip over her bud shot sparks through her. She ground into his touch, seeking more. Each stroke over her clit made her feel more alive.

The depths of his eyes churned as he held her gaze and tormented her by strumming her clit. When he glided his finger to her opening and dipped it inside, she gasped.

“You were so damn cute today. Shopping with you had me hard as steel.”

Her breath caught. “Really?”

“You in this skirt? Hell yeah.” He thrust his finger deep.

She barely muffled a scream, but he helped her by slamming his mouth over hers.

Their tongues met in tandem as he dragged his finger through her soaked inner walls and plunged in again.

“Hold on to me.”

She barely registered what he was asking, but her body knew. She looped her arms around his neck and let him support her as he made her limbs go slack with pleasure.

Settling his thumb over her clit, he pressed down lightly on it while finger-fucking her with the other. He added a second finger. Then a third.

Shudders of ecstasy rolled through her, and her mind drifted on sensation. Her eyes squeezed shut for heart-throbbing seconds. When she opened them, she found Hunter’s steady gaze on her.

His jaw was clenched into a hard line as if battling back his own needs. The expression in his eyes…

It stole her breath.

Having a man one hundred percent focused on her was shocking. Addictive.

Passion kindled to a wild inferno.

“Hunter, I’m…close!”

“I feel you clenching around me. Your clit’s so fucking hard.” His jaw flexed hard. “Come on my fingers!”

She cried out at his words. A thrill tore her in two. The strong pulse of her release hit with a strength that stole a wail from her lips.

“Hunter!” His name came out on a hitching breath as waves pounded her.

Boneless, her arms slipped off his shoulders. Using his muscled thigh, he anchored her to the cupboard. The passion blazing in her mind left a scorch mark on her heart.

A brand of his name.

After what felt like ages, he drew his fingers out of her panties and arranged her skirt around her thighs. He dropped a small kiss to her lips. “This is exactly how you should look every day—glowing and dazed.”

Hiding her face against his chest, she shook her head in shock. How could he affect her this way?

“We’d better get the grill heated.”

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