Page 43 of The Lie
Feeling giddy all of a sudden, I flip her over my shoulder and take off running.
Hell yeah. I can’t wait to taste Mila.
SEVENTEEN
MILA
We stumble into the room, giggling at the sounds coming from the room Asher’s in. He must have found a girl to take to bed with him…and she is moaning like a porn champion.
Closing the bedroom door, I turn to Hunter. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,oh yeah,” I mimic, then burst out laughing.
“Yeah, that’s it, yeah, ride me,” Hunter says, mocking Asher’s voice. Then he shakes his head. “I can’t tease the guy. He was drunk and stumbling when I left with you. Surprised he could get up the stairs, let alone get his dick up.”
“Maybe it’s not Asher?” But it’s the room he’s in for the night. I hope he’s not drunk enough to forget to use a condom.
But I don’t want to think about Asher—I have other plans for this room. It’s gorgeous, with a king-size bed and an ensuite that has a free-standing bathtub made for me. I wonder if Walker would let me move in.
Hunter presses against my back, his hand snaking under my arm and up between my chest as he takes my throat. I drop my head back on his shoulder, and he kisses me upside down.
Though it’s a tender kiss, there’s a possession to it I love. I give myself over to him, and within a split second, Hunter has me spinning. Cupping my jaw, his mouth descends on mine, his tongue finding mine as I grip onto his arms, trying to steady myself from the dizzying kiss.
I moan, and he wraps his free hand around my loose hair, pulling me into his hard body while I snake my hands down his back. We’re breathing heavily as I open my eyes just enough to see the hunger in his gaze.
Gone is the funny and sweet Hunter. In his place is lusty, needy Hunter, and I’m dying to see more of him. He pulls my hair back as I arch my chest into him. He growls just under my ear as he licks the line of my throat. Inhaling my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it before letting it go with a little nip, and I feel it deep within me.
He pushes me onto the soft bed and walks back a few paces. Studying me, he brushes his thumb over his lips as he cocks his hip. I feel it all over.
“Fuck, Mila. You’re perfect and all mine.”
My body hums at his approval. Reaching behind his head, he grabs his tee, and it’s off in one swift move. He gives me a wicked grin, and I grin the same as I remove my top. Fuck, I’m so wet right now; my panties are drenched. I need him, licking me, touching me…in me.
He palms his cock through his jeans, and I lick my lips. I reach out to him, and when he doesn’t come closer, I pout.
He cocks his head. “Needy, are we?”
I run my hands over my breasts, my bra…I need it gone. When I sit up to undo it, he’s on me in a second.
“Mine.” His voice is low and throaty in my ear as he flicks the clasp and tears it off. He presses his hand on my sternum and pins me on the soft bedding.
My nipples ache for him. I reach up to touch one, and he slaps my hand away. “Mine,” he says again as he moves to one, sucking it deep into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. Then he repeats the same with the other.
He grips my breasts in his hands; they’re more than a handful for me, but they fit perfectly in Hunter’s. “Your tits are fucking perfect, Mila. Everything about you is.”
I press myself into him and try to reach for his button and fly, wanting to touch his cock. Wanting to taste him on my tongue. Wanting him to cry and beg out for me to suck him deep.
When he backs off me and shakes his head, a strangled sound rips from my throat.
“My turn first.” He grabs my jean shorts and holds his hand above the first button. I look up and see him silently asking for permission to take them off. I nod and help him shimmy them off.
My panties are next, and when he asks for permission again, I nod. This time, though, he rubs his fingers down through the damp fabric and smiles up at me. “You’re so wet for me, Mila.”
Then he takes my panties, and I’m left bare before him. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze, I twist my body. But Hunter tugs my legs, and I rest up on my elbows as I open them a little wider, exposing myself to him.
A deep rumble sounds in his chest, and his eyes are heated, clearly just as turned on as I am. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and wanted.
He surprises me by grabbing my thighs and tugging me toward him. As he presses his body weight against mine, claiming my mouth again, I love the feel of being under him. His hand snaking down between us, he finds my clit, and I almost buck off the bed. I’m so sensitive to his touch, it’s crazy.
“Mmm…you like that?” he asks, slowing down.
