Page 46 of When He Hunts

A beautiful, sexy, tempting target.

I am so screwed.

Her legs slid off his shoulders. Soft, silky legs.

He slowly pulled out of her. Luna tensed a bit, and he frowned. “Did I hurt you?”

“Oh, trust me on this. The pleasure was more than worth any pain.”

His chest ached. In a weird way. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He needed to ditch the condom.

I need to put another one on because my dick is already getting hard again, and I want to fuck her until we can’t move.

Nope, way bad idea. Bad.

“It had been a while for me. There was bound to be some…uncomfortable moments. Especially since you are so much, uh, bigger, than my previous partners.” She eased back. Scooted into the middle of the bed. Then grabbed for a sheet to cover her lower body.

He turned away from her because he needed to ditch the condom and be a damnsemi-gentlemanand get her a warm cloth or maybe get her a hot bath ready or?—

“I really did not expect you to live up to the hype.”

Ronan froze right there.

“I didn’t think screaming from pleasure would be a real thing. I wasloud.”

Yep, she had been. He’d loved her responsiveness. Ronan looked over his shoulder at her. “I always live up to the hype.”

“I’ll remember that.” Her smile came and went again, and his chest felt even weirder. But he jerked his head forward. He stalked into the bathroom. Ditched the condom. Grabbed the sink a little too hard.

So you fucked the target. Not the end of the world. You crossed one little line.

He wanted to cross that line again and again and again. All night long. He wanted to fuck her endlessly.

Then he heard the click of his bedroom door…shutting.

What. The. Hell?

He yanked open the bathroom door and sprinted across the room. He had the bedroom door open and was in the hallway two seconds later. “Where are you going?” A bit too rough but screw it.

He felt rough.

She looked back at him. She’d hauled back on her pajama pants.I didn’t even take off her top. Hell.

“I…thought you were done with me.”

Done?Hardly. And the next time, that pajama top would be gone.

“You walked away. I-I…” Her lips pressed together. “I didn’t want anything to be awkward. So I was going back to my room.”

He curled his hand under her chin and tipped back her head so she had no choice but to look at him. “We are way past awkward.” His head lowered. His mouth pressed to hers. A soft kiss. But one that was possessive as hell as he savored her. “I’m not done with you.” Not even close.

“No?” Her hands pressed to his chest.

“I’m just getting started.”

Her eyes widened. “You want to go again?”

More like…again and again.“Got to live up to the hype.” Ronan scooped her into his arms and carried her back where he wanted her to be.

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