Page 62 of Reclaim Me

I stumble over the words like a teenage boy instead of a twenty-eight-year-old man, but Rae understands what I’m trying to ask. She shakes her head, gentle, uncertain fingers running tiny circuits across my scalp. “No, I was waiting for you.”

My eyes fall shut again, and I shake my head. “Oh, Sunshine, you deserve so much better than me.”

Rae leans back, and for a second, I think that’s it, that she’s finally come to her senses, but when her weight never moves off of my lap, I open my eyes once more to find myself face-to-face with berry brown nipples. I snake my hands around her waist, dragging them up her ribs and over those fucking tattoos before cupping her breasts. She gasps, licking her lips.

“Maybe I deserve more than you, Hunter, but you’re all that I want.”

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RAE

Then

There’s a moment, after I come as close to telling Hunter that I’m in love with him as I’ll allow myself to get tonight, when he looks at me like he can’t believe I’m real. It’s dark in the truck, but I can see his eyes, and the wonder in them as he toys with my nipples makes my core melt.

He wants this.

He wants me.

And I’ve never been happier than I am right now.

I suck in a shaky breath as he lowers his mouth to one breast while continuing to pinch and pull at the nipple of the other. My head goes back, and I moan loudly when his warm, wet lips press into my skin, planting soft kisses along my flesh before he opens wide and sucks me into his mouth.

My hand is at the back of his head, nails digging into his scalp as I writhe in his lap. “Hunter.”

“Hmm?” He hums, swirling his tongue around my nipple before biting down on it gently.

“Let the seat back.”

His left hand leaves me, abandoning my body for just a second, long enough to pull the lever that lets back his seat. Now that he’s lying flat, gazing up at me with eyes that are greedy for every inch of skin I put on display when I shed my dress, I feel shy all of a sudden, which is stupid because I’ve been naked in front of other people before. I’ve even been naked in front of guys. Well, a guy. Cameron. We dated from ninth to twelfth grade and fooled around a lot in those few years, never going all the way because I wouldn’t let it.

Something just didn’t feel right, and I didn’t know how to explain it to him because I wasn’t like the other girls who were waiting for marriage or prom or the perfect night in the back of some guy’s truck. I was just waiting for it. The right moment with the right person, and that moment is now. That person is Hunter.

Leaning over him, I take his mouth in an all-consuming kiss, aware of the way his hands are exploring every line and curve of my body. His tongue slips between my lips as his fingertips ghost down my spine, caressing every notch and disc on the way to my ass where he grabs two rough handfuls of flesh and squeezes, urging me forward. I pull back, looking into wild eyes that demand things his mouth has yet to say.

“Get up here,” he orders me, the words rough and commanding. I don’t move. I can’t move. I’m too shocked because I’ve never seen him like this. Even the first night that we met, when he was just a few hours removed from using and still feeling the effects of the drugs, he didn’t look as dazed as he does now. His eyes are so low, they’re almost closed, and when he speaks again, giving me more explicit instructions because he’s clearly taken my awe-induced paralysis for confusion, his voice is nothing more than a dark, dirty whisper. “Bring that pretty little pussy up here and sit it on my face, Sunshine. I want to taste you.”

I clamber up his body, graceless and uncaring about looking sexy because I feel sexy. Under Hunter’s watchful gaze, I feel beautiful. Hovering above his handsome face, I feel powerful and desired and perfect. And it doesn’t matter that the cab of the truck is so low I have to curve my spine and rest my hands on the seats in the back row because Hunter’s head is between my thighs and the wet heat of his mouth is centimeters away from my pussy and his fingers are moving my underwear to the side so he can nuzzle my clit with his nose before lapping at it with short, teasing licks of his tongue meant to drive me crazy.

My nails dig into the leather seats underneath my hands, and my thighs quiver around his ears, but Hunter takes his time. He savors me. He teases me. He drives me to the point of madness and brings me back, just to start the process all over, and when I’m close to sobbing and the insides of my thighs are raw from the constant rub of his beard, and the evidence of my need has made the bottom half of his face slick, he loosens his hold on my hip and brings his hand down, slipping two large fingers into me for the sole purpose of driving me insane.

“HUNTER!” I scream his name, and I feel the knowing smile forming on his lips nestled against the inside of my thigh.

“Don’t worry, Sunshine. I’m going to let you come…eventually.”

“Please,” I sob, tears of disbelief mixed with pleasure squeezing out of the corners of my eyes as I move up and down on his fingers.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Fuck my fingers just like that. Show me how you’re going to ride my dick when I give it to you.”

My core contracts, rippling with the anticipation of what’s to come, quivering because of what’s already being given. His fingers move deeper, drawn in with every pulse of my walls, and it’s not long before he’s found that spot deep inside me that sends sparks of pleasure down my spine. I arch my back, working my hips in small, helpless circles as I chase that feeling. Hunter growls his approval, and because he’s still eating my pussy like it’s his job, I feel the vibrations of the sound right in my clit.

Everything grows slicker, hotter, wetter. Sweat is dripping down my back and lining the edges of my hairline. The windows have fogged up, turning the truck into our own personal bubble of sin, and it’s everything.

Everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I knew we’d be.

“You’re ready now,” Hunter tells me, coming up for a second of air before returning to his ministrations with renewed intensity. I want to laugh because I was ready ten minutes ago. Hell, I was ready the moment he used his tongue to part my lips, but I don’t laugh. I don’t breathe. I don’t do anything except fall apart for him, baring down hard because my body demands it, and letting out helpless cry after helpless cry while I quite literally drown Hunter in my pleasure.

He drinks every bit of my release, not letting a single drop escape his attention while he reaches down and undoes his pants. I’m boneless and exhausted, still recovering from the best orgasm of my life, but the clang of his belt and the quiet glide of his zipper energize me. And this time I don’t want for his instructions because I know exactly where I need to be.I shimmy down his body, laughing when he nips at my breasts when they pass over his mouth.

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