Page 95 of Hate Mates

When we were safely back inside the suite, Hunter lowered me to sit on the bed, and immediately turned his back, moving away from me.

“Don’t leave.”

He halted, still facing away from me, his body a tense line.

“Stay.”

“Why?” he asked in a low rasp. “The job’s over. What more do you want from me?”

“The same thing you want from me.”

Without warning, he moved, lightning fast, leaning down and planting his hands on the bed on either side of my body. Our noses almost touched as his gaze bored into mine. “Do you think you can handle me, Kinslee?”

“Try me and see.” We both needed this, after everything. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was just sex. A release of endorphins after the adrenaline rush.

That was what I told myself, anyway.

“Hmm.” He pushed off the bed, staring down at me with dark eyes. I let my gaze drop to the tempting, thick line of his erection clearly visible in his trousers, and licked my lips. Smirking down at me, he removed his glasses and earpiece, placing them on the bedside table, and then snapped his fingers. “Take out your earpiece and spread your legs.”

I gasped, my mouth dropping open farther when he crouched down in front of me, pushing my dress up my legs and then placing his hands on my knees, spreading my thighs.

“Earpiece,” he commanded. With shaking fingers, I fumbled to remove it, launching it somewhere in the direction of the bedside table. Fuck, I was so wet for him.

“Hunter…”

“He fucking touched you. He ripped your fucking dress. Do you have any idea how much fucking self-control it took for me not to maim that fucking bastard?”

I shuddered at his low rasp. “You knocked him out.”

“He deserved more than that. If he comes near you again?—”

“He won’t.” Reaching out, I dared to run a finger down the side of his throat, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against my fingers. “Now come on. Take what we both want.”

SIX

Hunter

“You drive me fucking crazy,” I ground out, sliding my hands up her silky thighs. If she knew just how close I’d come to losing control in that hotel room… If it hadn’t been for the training drilled into me, we would have ended up with a bloodbath and the need for a cleanup crew.

She exhaled a shuddering breath when I reached the tops of her thighs, pushing her dress up. My mouth watered at the sight. Deep blue satin, soaked through. As I lowered my head, teasing at the fabric with my tongue, she moaned, and it was the hottest fucking sound I’d heard in my life. This wasn’t one of those fake moans from the hotel room. This was pure pleasure. Pleasure only I could give her.

Lifting my head, I studied her for a minute. She really was so fucking beautiful. There was something about her that made me want to protect her as well as bend her over the nearest surface and fuck the attitude out of her.

“Hunter…”

The way she said my name…

Abruptly rising to my feet, I began unbuttoning my shirt. Her pupils dilated as the muscles of my torso came into view,her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths, drawing my attention to the gorgeous swell of her tits. My hand went to my erection, adjusting it in the confines of my trousers, and her gaze flashed with heat.

She tugged off her ruined dress, and I groaned at the sight of her tits spilling out of a deep blue satin bra.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I fucking do.” I rubbed my palm over my cock to prove my point. “Keep going.”

“You first,” she panted.

At that, I tugged my shirt off the rest of the way and threw it to the floor. I unbuckled my belt and then strode over to the bathroom door. Stopping in the doorway, I undid my trousers, letting them fall to the floor, and at her sharp intake of breath, removed my underwear.

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