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“You sure seem to be shying away from letting me deal with your hard thing.” I’m rewarded with that panty-melting smile of his. Of course, I’d need to be wearing any for that to apply.

“Case in point! I know I agreed to this game of yours, but I’m… I don’t want to hurt you. You deserve more. You should be more serious when it comes to your virginity.” His words are sobering.

“Okay. I know I joke around a lot, but I do that when I’m nervous. I’m not exactly the most elegant of women. I figure humor has its own allure. It can be sexy.” He looks shocked by my admission.

“Faith, have you seen you? You might be clumsy. And by clumsy, I mean unable to navigate the world without injury, but, and this is an important one, so listen up, you are… by far… the sexiest woman I have ever met. The fact that you don’t know it only amplifies it more.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better. If I were that sexy, you wouldn’t be on the other side of the room all the time. You’d have popped my cherry already.” A wry smile creeps across his features, his eyes alight with something dark and raw.

“You really don’t see it?”

“What?”

“I’ve never had to impose a safety zone with a woman before, but I don’t trust myself around you. My brain is screaming at me to walk away or send you away. The reason I’m over here is because I’m so drawn to you, I can barely stand to be within three feet of you. My whole life has been based on discipline, control, and mind over matter. When I’m around you, all of that seems to disappear, and all I can think about is how much I want you. It’s driving me crazy. I thought some game rules would make it easier for me to maintain some control, but it’s not.”

I throw back the covers, my instinct taking over all rational thought. If I were a better person, I’d ask him to leave, but my body is on fire with an ache I haven’t felt before. I step toward him, pushing past the pain of seeing him recoil. With only his shirt to preserve my modesty, I straddle him—a jolt of pain and pleasure as his toned legs brush between my thighs.

“Hunter.” My heart hammers in my chest, my pulse racing as I clasp his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

“Faith.” There’s a dangerous edge in his voice that betrays him. “I want to be the good guy.” Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I release him, my hands drifting to the shirt I’m wearing. I can’t keep him here against his will.

“I want you to be the bad guy. I know what this is. Who you are. I’m asking you to teach me. Show me what true, unadulterated pleasure feels like.”

One button, followed by another and another until all that separates my naked flesh from his hungry gaze is one last flick of my finger.

“Don’t. I won’t be able to say no if you undo that last button. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to touch you right now.” His erection strains beneath me, his body vibrating with desire. It’s a heady sensation.

Letting his shirt drop off my shoulders, that one last button holds on for dear life. My nipples are tight, almost painful, craving his ministrations. “Is that a challenge?” Licking my fingers, I run them down my body, teasing at my breasts as he watches. My nerves are quashed by the hunger in his eyes and his labored breath against my skin.

“Fuck.” He leans back against the sofa, biting down on his fist as he battles for control. I slide my fingers down the length of my body, reaching between my legs—wet, burning need. Teasing myself as I grind against him and losing my mind to the sensation, I bite down on my lip. It’s all I can do to stop from moaning his name. I’m struggling to keep my gaze on him, but I’ve never seen a man’s eyes so dark—craving.

Fighting against his inner demons, he reaches out, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out, matching the rhythm of my fingers, circling the tip of his thumb before sucking it deep into my mouth.

“Jesus… fucking… Christ!” He leaves me longing as he drags his thumb, warm and wet, slowly blazing a trail down my neck between my breasts and all the way down. He rips the remaining button, tearing away the final scrap that separates my naked flesh from view, freeing my arms before tangling his hands in the material tight against my hips. His gaze travels to where my fingers tease and flick, his breath ragged as he clings to his last shred of restraint.

“Touch me, Hunter. Don’t you want to know how wet you make me?”

“If I watch you come, it’ll wreck me.”

“Feel me.” It’s gone. The wall between us crumbles as his gaze rakes over every inch of my body.

“I need to hear you come. I can’t stand it any longer. Make yourself come for me, Faith.”

“Touch me.” His fists tighten in the remnants of the shirt that now act as self-imposed handcuffs. He pulls me within a whisper of his lips.

“Come!” My body responds to his command, no longer able to stem the tidal wave of ecstasy that’s clawing to get out. I throw my head back and lose myself to unfiltered sensation, no longer putting on a show for Hunter. This is for me. My fingers quicken, my hips grinding against him, chasing my release with reckless abandon. I can’t contain my groans of pleasure. Crashing over the edge, I scream his name, coming so hard I can barely breathe, wave after wave pulsing through me, aftershocks rippling in every fiber of my being.

His strong arms envelop me, his fingers tangling in my hair. I can’t speak. Relishing this moment, unashamed to revel in my own pleasure, he lifts me over to the bed, but instead of leaving, he crawls beneath the covers, holding me tight to his chest. We lie in comfortable silence for what could be hours or minutes before Hunter utters a single sentence that rocks my world.

“You’re incredible.”

And just like that, everything changes.

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