Page 88 of Hunt for You

“I need more. I need you.”

“Breathe, beautiful, just… breathe.”

I played and teased and experimented until I found the amount of pressure that made her breath catch, the rhythm that made her hips roll, and then I was finger-fucking her and I was shaking.

She gripped the side of the bath harder, her knuckles turning white, and her breath turning from pants, to small pleas, to cries when I hit just the right spot.

And just when she was clenching on me, just when I had to decide whether to take her all the way, or clamber into that steaming water with her, she let go of the sides of the bath and grabbed my arm with a cry, holding me there and riding myhand, her head thrown back, mouth wide, and cries echoing through the bathroom.

I almost came when she did, she was so beautiful—skin flushed and sheened in sweat, small tendrils of hair curling around her face, sticking to her cheek, and that soft, soft skin still in my palm. She shuddered and her breath stopped entirely. Her back arched and one of her heels squeaked against the floor of the bath.

I swore.

Then she slumped, her chest rising and falling so her beautiful breasts bobbed on the surface of the water, her rosy nipples hard and peaked from her orgasm.

But I was still panting, my breath rasping in my throat.

And she was still holding my arm.

Then she blinked and her head snapped up. She stared me right in the eye and—

“More,” she demanded. “More, Cain. I needmore.”

With a delighted growl, I removed my hand from her, but only to brace on the other side of the bath and clamber in, water splashing as she pushed up onto her knees and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“Quickly. Quickly!” She whispered, looking past me to the door as if someone might interrupt us. “Quickly! There’s not much time!”

The water made a wave that splashed over the side when I finally got my ass into the bath, but we both ignored it as she clapped a hand to the back of my neck and crawled into my lap, whispering my name like a mantra.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand, pulling her close, taking her mouth deeply, desperately, as I reached down to cup her ass with the other and pull her into position.

“Cain! God!” She hissed, reaching between us to find me. I shuddered, breaking the kiss to moan into her mouth when she stroked me.

Then she rose up on her knees, positioning me. My entire body jolted with electric need as she sat down on me and I slid into her, right to the hilt, and for the first time we were—

I came awake.

Literally.

My own shout woke me and I sat bolt-upright, startled, my body shuddering. My orgasm detonated at the base of my spine and rushed out to my limbs in a mind-spinning mix of sheer joy and bald shame as I came all over the sheets, bellowing and panting, every instinct shrieking alarm, shrieking danger.

It took several seconds of clutching at the quilt and blinking to remember where I was and what had happened… and then I groaned for an entirely different reason, clawing my hand over my face as I slumped back on the pillows and shook my head in disgust at my own lack of control.

It had been like this all night—who was I kidding? It had been like this since the moment we met.

Thoughts of her plagued my waking mind to the point of dangerous distraction. Dreams of her tormented my sleep.

And I had no one to blame but myself.

I’d known the moment I saw her.

I should never have agreed to this. Now I was living in a hell of my own making. Because the only thing I wanted to do was steal her from her life, insert her bodily into mine—in every way possible. Take her forever.

But if I did whatshewanted, she was out of reach.

And if I didn’t, she’d leave me.

Forever was a long time. And I only had forever options.

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