Page 80 of Always You

It isn’t until he presses a lingering kiss on the same spot, that I realize he knows exactly what he’s doing. With my skin blistering under his soft lips, I turn my head, immediately meeting his hypnotizing eyes that are clearly longing for more. The moonlight dances in his gaze like sparks of mischief, and the corner of his mouth raises in that boyish grin. The one that melts any restraint I have for him every single fucking time, while my breath stutters as his hand spreads out over my stomach. The heat of his palm has butterflies swarming to his touch like a magnet, and I drag my lower lip between my teeth to hold back the shudder that’s trying to break through. His thumb gently rubs tiny circles below my shirt, each more calculated than the last. You can’t see anything from the outside because it’s only his thumb that disappears under my shirt, but the feeling burns me on the inside like an eternal flame.

“You look gorgeous all flushed, babe. I like it.” His open mouth lands on the nape of my neck.Hot damn.

I suck in a breath, doing my best not to close my eyes and really give in to his touch.

“Stop flirting with me.” My hoarse voice lacks strength, and it doesn’t surprise me that when I let my eyes fall to his, he raises his eyebrow.

“Do you really want me to, though?” He swirls his arm around my waist in a controlling way, tugging me closer against his chest, his other hand brushing away my hair to plant a kiss in the crook of my neck. This time, he makes me gasp for air and, unwillingly, I close my eyes. He opens his mouth, then starts to nibble my skin. I have to hold back a moan.

“Do you need me to stop flirting with you, Charls?” He rustles against my neck in between kisses.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Fuckno.

My mouth stays shut with a hum, not sure about what I want and what I need. My eyes glance around us, hoping no one will notice Hunter’s successful attempt to cross the line more blatantly, but also not giving a flying fuck if they do.

“What are you doing, Hunter?” My face turns toward him, even though I know I shouldn’t.

I’ve put him in the best friend box, because it’s safe. Because we agreed on that from day one, but here he is clearly breaking that rule, and I can’t deny he isn’t the one who haunts my fantasies when I’m alone. I can’t deny that I want this.

I wanthim.

“Taking advantage of the fact that we are both drunk and won’t overthink it.”

I furrow my brows in an incredulous look, trying to ignore the intense feeling of his hand still caressing my stomach.

“I had one drink, and you had a ginger beer.”

“Hmm, in that case—I’m just winging it.” His counter is murmured against my shoulder, making my stomach flip with anticipation, before he grabs my hand and lifts us both to our feet.

“Let’s go.” Without waiting for my response, he drags me behind him, making me glance back to see if anyone notices, as we make our way to his truck. An exhilarating feeling grows inside me, although I haven’t figured out yet if it’s excitement or straight up fucking fear, knowing that whatever we have, it could be changing in mere seconds.

When we reach his tailgate, he yanks me in front of him, twisting me on the spot to face him. There has always been a hint of craving in his eyes whenever he would throw me another flirty line like the playboy he is, but now there is a craving in his eyes that he’s never shown before. A savage lust that is set to devour me, making me want to throw out every reason I canfind to not give into this pull. He roughly slams me against the cold metal of his truck as he presses his hands beside my head, caging me in.

Bad boy Hunter as my best friend is fun, adventurous, and playful, always the one putting a smile on my face, but bad boy Hunter, ready to shred my clothes to pieces, is making me gasp for air. He leans his forehead against mine, while his panting breath fans my face.

“I will stop if you tell me to, but fuck—I’m really hoping you won’t.” His nose brushes against mine, our lips closer than they’re supposed to be. I only have to move an inch to close the space between us, and press my lips against his once more.

Butreallykiss him this time.

Kiss him like there is no tomorrow.

Kiss him like he’s mine.

“We’re best friends, Hunt,” I state, even though I’m dying to let my tongue dart out and give in to the longing that is slowly crushing the restraints inside me.

“I will always be your best friend.” He moves one hand in my hair, fisting it, keeping my head in place. “But right now, I want to besomuch more.”

He doesn’t wait for my reply, and somehow, I knew he wouldn’t. He is not a gentleman; he isn’t the boy who needs reassurance. He acts first and thinks later. Something I school him about on a regular basis, but in this yearning moment of internal desire, I’msoglad for that trait.

He runs his tongue along my lower lip, and my lips part in response. Finally, he pushes his tongue against mine and all boundaries we have set vanish into thin air in that same second. My hand grabs his neck, demanding him to deepen the kiss as he explores the inside of my mouth, slow and lingering. Massaging every inch he can find, I enjoy the tingling feeling that starts to form between my thighs as he keeps kissing me in the most sexyand affectionate, yet demanding, way. I never once doubted he would be a good kisser, but feeling his body against mine, with his tongue rubbing against mine sensually, makes me realize that’s an understatement.

Fuck, he’s a great kisser.

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