Page 53 of Crossed Paths
She gasps, scandalised and delighted all at once. “Hunter,” she hisses, glancing toward the open countryside like a passerby might just wander up the hill and peer in. “We can’t.”
I kiss her before she can say anything else—slow, deep, and certain.
“Why not?” I murmur against her mouth, then kiss her again.
This time when we break apart, her breath is shaky. Her eyes search mine for half a second—and then she whispers, soft but sure, “Yes. Why not.”
I grin and step past her, sizing up the stacked bales in the corner.
“Right,” I say, already dragging two together. “No cold floor for you.”
She watches, arms folded, trying to pretend she’s unimpressed—but I see the flush creeping up her neck.
I climb up and spread our picnic blanket over the top of the hay—softening the scratch of it, smoothing the edges.
“Contrary to what the films tell you,” I say with a grin over my shoulder, “hay can be very scratchy.”
She rolls her eyes. “And yet here we are.”
I pat the blanket. “Come here, then.”
And when she climbs up and kisses me again, rain pounding outside, hands already tangling in my shirt, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Alexandra
Hunter’s hands are everywhere, tracing the curves of my body as if memorizing every inch. I lean back, letting him take control, my trust in him absolute. Like horny teenagers, we undress, and I am not even concerned anymore that anyone finds us. Let’s face it, who’ll venture outside in that rain?
Hunter looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice commanding yet gentle.
I hesitate, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But there’s no room for shame here, not in this barn, not with him. “I want you,” I confess, my voice barely audible. “All of you.”
A slow smile spreads across his face and he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Then take me,” he whispers. “Take everything I have to give.”
His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I act on instinct. I push him back, straddling his lap as I kiss him fiercely. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as I grind against him, feeling the hardness of his erection.
Hunter’s gaze rakes over me, his expression a mixture of awe and hunger. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to cup my ass. “So fucking breathtaking.”
I smile, a flush creeping up my neck. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease.
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through me. “Flatterer,” he says, his hands cup my breasts before he takes a nipple into his mouth. I gasp, my head falling back as pleasure surges through me.
“Hunter,” I moan, my hands tangling in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles against my skin, his breath warm and moist. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs before sucking harder, his tongue swirling around my sensitive peak.
I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my body responding to his every touch. His hands move lower. He teases me with slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers circling my clit before dipping inside me. I’m wet, so wet, and he groans at the evidence of my desire.
“You’re so ready for me,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking ready.”
“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, reaching out to stroke his hard cock.
He hisses at my touch, his head falling back. “Alex,” he groans. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last.”
I smile, a wicked glint in my eye. “Then let go,” I challenge, my hand moving slower, teasing him.
He growls, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. You’re playing with fire,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous.
“And you’re the one who’s going to get burned,” I retort, my voice laced with desire.
