Page 71 of Unbelievable You

This woman was going to be the death of me.

“Take off your bra,” I said, my voice sounding much steadier than I felt. This was it. Our path was chosen and now we had to move forward.

“As you wish,” she said, reaching back and flicking open the clasp before pulling the straps over her arms.

“Fuck. Your body is unbelievable.” I could hear the awe in my voice.

Stace laughed and looked down at herself and then sat back down on the couch. “Thank you. It’s an occupational benefit. Gotta be able to carry my gear and pretty girls when they require it. Come here.”

As if she’d reeled me in, I stepped toward her until I was standing between her legs.

“Take your hair down?” she asked.

I’d just done a pretty simple high-volume ponytail after leaving my hair overnight in my heatless curlers.

Moving slowly, I released the elastic bands from my hair and let it fall on my shoulders.

“God, your hair,” Stace said. She rose to her feet and reached for me. I couldn’t stop tracing her chest with my eyes, looking at all that skin and muscle and her high, tight breasts with sweet little nipples that were already stiff.

Her body was incredible and she worked hard for it.

“Mmmm,” Stace said, running her fingers through my hair. “I’ve never thought I had a hair kink, but I’m reevaluating my stance on it right now.”

I let out a little breathless laugh. She could do whatever the hell she wanted to with my hair, as long as I got to keep looking at her.

“Can I touch you?” I asked. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to touch her. I needed it.

“Yeah, baby. You can touch me.”

I’d planned to go slow. To torture and tease her until she was a complete begging mess. To give her just enough until she was screaming.

In practice, that wasn’t what happened.

I kind of ended up tackling her. She let out a little grunt and caught me as I threw myself at her and the momentum took us back to the couch, with me on top.

“Shit, Hunter,” Stace said, looking up at me her eyes wide.

“Sorry,” I said, but I wasn’t all that sorry. I ran my hands up her shoulders, almost whimpering at the feel of her skin.

“You’re sooooo sexy. Fuck,” I said, unable to stop touching her.

“Come here,” she said, using her hand on my hair to bring my mouth down to hers. She kissed me hard and it was somehow even more intense than that first kiss we’d shared.

Then we both sort of lost it.

Chapter Sixteen

Stace

I didn’t even have her naked yet and I couldn’t even breathe or think or do anything but want to touch her and smell her and taste her. I’d told her I wanted to seduce her, but I also wanted to wreck her a little bit, too.

Ruin her for anyone else, no matter how selfish that was. I wanted her to be mine. Be mine and only mine.

I’d told her we’d keep this casual, but I was absolutely lying through my teeth and I didn’t expect her to actually buy it.

By the time she realized, it would be too late. I was going to be so good to her that she threw all those ridiculous rules out the window.

Being good to her probably didn’t involve ripping her shirt in my desperation to get it off her, but that’s what happened anyway. Hunter didn’t seem to notice. If she did later, I’d sew it up for her.

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