Page 7 of Loved By the Hacker

“I moved too fast,” he broke the silence, and I hated the idea of him thinking there was something wrong with what he had done.He isn’t Jack,a voice in my head unnecessarily reminded me.

“You didn’t,” I started to deny, but he didn’t let me.

Without another word spoken between us, he reached for my dress that was on the floor of his expensive car and tossed it over his shoulder. I watched him, completely engrossed by what he might do next. I had no idea why it shocked me when he reached for me and instead of setting me down on the ground, he carried me like a groom would his beloved.

“Hold on to me, babochka,” he gently ordered, and I did as he asked. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rested my head on his shoulder. It was the end of spring, but the warmer nights hinted at the hot summer nights that were just weeks away. It felt nice against my bare skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked in public like this,” I shared.

“A first,” he whispered against the side of my head as he headed towards the giant cabin in front of us. I’d driven past the place a million times through my life living in Moonlit Pines and even when I returned from college and law school. I’d always thought this place was the most beautiful home on the entire mountain.

“You live here?” I asked, trying to make sense of the man holding me. A man I had just met, one whose name I didn’t know but despite that, knew I was about to let do anything he wanted to my body. He grunted his response.

“I like the way your skin glows under the moon,” he rumbled as he moved up the steps and towards the front door. “We might have to do this again. Maybe when the moon is full. I think you would look like a beautiful wood nymph running naked through the trees.” He pressed his lips against mine. My skin broke out in gooseflesh.

“That could be fun. Would you be naked, too?” I had no idea why I asked that. Tonight was a one-night deal. We might not have discussed it, but Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous had an air about him that didn’t necessarily scream commitment and monogamous relationships. Though, I’d been with Jack thinking he was those things despite the problems we had, and it turned out he had never been faithful, so what did I know?

“I would,” he said with promise in his voice. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start before I chase you.” My breathing shallowed at the image he started to paint. I wasn’t an exhibitionist by any means, but there was something sexy about the way he said it, like it was fact just waiting to become reality.

“What will you do if you catch me?”

“WhenI catch you,” he corrected. A deliciously sexy grin played on his lips and his nose flared. “I’d take you against a tree under the moon while we both howl our cries of pleasure, letting anyone around hear us.” My thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve some of the ache.

I wanted that to happen, but it wouldn’t.

Tonight is just one night,I reminded myself. He opened the door, and when we stepped in, he shut and locked the door behind us. He didn’t set me down. He didn’t even seem winded or bothered by carrying my weight around. Instead, he rushed us through the house and what I could only guess was towards the bedrooms up the stairs. Not that we got that far.

Something came over me.

Knowing he wanted me so badly and how he had sounded coming in the car while I’d gone down on him brought something to life inside me. A bold goddess who took what she wanted. This was what tonight was supposed to be about, after all. I started to nip at his neck the moment his feet hit the first steps.

“Shit,” he hissed.

“I need you. I ache. Please, handsome.”

“Fucking hell,babochka,” he muttered, setting me carefully on the stairs. I looked up at him and the way his body towered over me. He might have been in a dress shirt and slacks, but there was no denying the muscles that lay beneath his skin. “Look at you,” he said with awe and tenderness in his voice that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. My head spun with lust and desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Spread these legs for me,” he demanded, and I did as he asked. Opening my legs, I knew what he could see. My arousal was clear with the way it ruined the fabric of my panties.

“Shit,” he groaned, and that’s when I lost sight of him. My elbows rested on the step above me and my back arched at the feeling of his tongue against my panty-clad sex.

“Please!” I whimpered, and he growled. When he pulled back slightly, his dark molten gaze connected with mine as his hands moved between my thighs and tore my panties right off. The ripping sound of the delicate material echoed against the walls. “Baby, please,” I whimpered, and his nose flared.

“I got you,babochka. I will always have you,” he vowed, and before I could correct him, his face was right there.

Nudging my clit with the tip of his nose. I cried out, clenching the edge of the step with a white-knuckled grip. His tongue swiped at me, and I buckled beneath him. My hips grinded against his face, and if he minded, he didn’t say a word. Jack never liked to do this, not even close. We might have just started, but there was no denying my handsome stranger, my knight in shining armor, was getting off on the moment just as much as I was. I glanced down just in time to see him pull his cock out.

“I want you. I need you inside me,” I whimpered.

“Fucking hell, gorgeous. There is nothing I would ever deny you, butterfly.” I liked that he called me that.

He pulled back, and I got the pleasure of watching him while he undressed, ripping every stitch of clothing off his body. I hadn’t been wrong about his body, either. He was ripped. Broad muscular shoulders and lean hips. Dark hair sprinkled his chest, growing thicker as it led down to his engorged member.

“You’re so hard.”

“You get me like this, beautiful,” he mumbled. His lips touched mine just as he lined up his thick head with my entrance. He paused, and I was too far gone to realize why. He teased my dewy hole. I was so wet and hot I couldn’t stop the way my body squirmed, trying to get closer to his, needing him to fill the ache I had a feeling only he could fill.

“Please, I need you,” I pleaded.

“Say it again,” he strained, his square jaw clenched. My lips parted, and I gasped. It was hard to keep my eyes open and not simply relish the feeling of his hard length and the way it glided against my folds, bumping against my clit. “Say it again, butterfly, and I will give you exactly what you want.”

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