Page 126 of From Now On

“Do me a favor,” he says conversationally.

My “Yeah?” sounds breathless, since his palm is under my skirt now.

“Don’t ever fucking mention another guy touching you to me again. Got it?”

Oh.

Fuck.

The flint in his tone. The fire in his eyes. The fierceness in his expression. And the fucking cherry on top? Two of his talented fingers tugging my underwear to the side and slipping inside of me.

I fall forward like I was pushed, barely having the foresight to raise my hands in time.

If I ever had a chance in hell of not falling for Hunter Morgan, he just eviscerated it.

My eyes flutter as his fingers stroke. My thighs tremble in response to the expanding onslaught of pleasure, struggling to stay tensed and upright. I’m drunk on desire, the edges of my vision turning blurry as I press my face against his neck and inhale deeply.

“That feels really…” The final syllable falls off a cliff as his thumb rubs devastatingly close to the bundle of nerves that are begging for his touch. “Good,” I croak, not quite managing to keep the disappointment out of my tone.

“Oh, yeah?” I can hear the smile in Hunter’s voice. Feel it in the charged air around us, draped like a cozy blanket.

I’m getting off in a parked car on a public street, and I feel special. Safe and cherished.

“Please,” I plead, turning my head and pressing my lips against his collarbone.

He smells sogood, a scent I can only describe as Hunter. My tongue darts out for a taste.

Hunter pinches my swollen clit.

I gasp, my knees giving way. Now I can feel the firm length of his dick pressed against the inside of my thigh, the hot skin still damp from my mouth.

For the first time, I’m tempted to have sex without a condom.

His thumb makes another wider circle, avoiding the sensitive spot that’s throbbing for—and from—his touch.

“Please,” I beg again, kissing a line up his neck and along his jaw until I reach the corner of his mouth.

Hunter angles his head so his lips meet mine. His tongue teases the seam before it slips inside, mimicking the way his fingers are moving between my legs. I moan at the dual intrusion and spread my thighs a little wider, allowing him easier access.

“You taste like me,” he murmurs against my mouth.

It takes a few seconds for my frazzled brain to register his meaning. When the realization hits, so does a fresh wave of warmth.

I whimper, shifting my hips and trying to bear down on his hand harder. That has the unintended effect of thrusting my boobs right in Hunter’s face. It’s impossible to wear a bra with this top, and I watch Hunter register I’m not wearing one. His hand flexes against my thigh before his mouth lands on my left breast, biting the raised point of my nipple through the flimsy fabric.

I cry out so loudly I’m genuinely concerned that if anyone’s home on this block, they might call the few cops that make up Somerville’s police department.

Hunter’s smirk is lethal when he leans back. He looks devilishly, devastatingly gorgeous as his fingers continue to torture me.

“Did you hear me, Eve?”

It hits me like a flash of lightning, what he’s waiting for me to say.

“I heard you.” I lean closer, brushing my lips across his before adding, “I’m not thinking about anyone else.”

There’s more I could say. Like how Ineverthink about anyone else when I’m with him. That he’s the one guy I’ve never forgotten. That everything about him has been branded in my memory like an invisible tattoo. That maybe Ididmeet my soulmate at eighteen.

Hunter rubs my clit again, and I can’t focus on anything else.

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