Page 14 of In The Dark
His fingers dance along the curve of my jaw, a slow tease down to my throat. He gives it a light squeeze, the hint of pressure. It’s nowhere near the point of causing pain, just enough for me to know he’s there.
Andhelldo I want him there.
I nod, and Hunter smiles.
“How about–” His touch moves. He brushes his fingers over my chest, a low hum rattling out of him when he feels my hard nipples through my shirt. “I bet there too, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say, managing to find my voice. My eyes open, and I catch him staring at me. “That’s–I–”
“Doing okay so far?” he asks, twisting my nipple. A cry escapes me, and I hold his arm to keep myself from losing my balance. “Shh, baby. You can’t let anyone hear you. I don’t want to get in trouble. Can you be good for me?”
“I’ll try. I’m sorry.” I might be panting, but I can’t help it. I’m worked up from the way he’s cupping my breast. From the way he’s lowering his neck and closing his mouth around my nipple, wetting my thin tank top until it’s suctioned to my chest. “God.”
“You learned my favorite pet name so quickly. We’re a match made in heaven.” Another twist, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
“W-what question?’
“Are you doing okay?”
“Is it not obvious?”
“I need to hear it, angel. You have to tell me. Use your words.”
“Okay,” I almost cry out, reduced to one word answers.
I know I’ve been horny lately, getting myself off to the books I’m reading while I daydream that I’m the one in a dark romance and being chased, but this kind of contact shouldn’t send me spiraling.
I’m close to begging Hunter to drag me somewhere else and have his way with me. To spin me around and fuck me against the wall, not caring who could see.
WhoamI?
“We can do better than okay.” In the most painstaking glide of his fingers, Hunter moves away from my chest. His touch teases down my body to my stomach, a thumb running along the waistband of my skirt. “Did you wear this on purpose, Maxine? Hoping you’d run into me?”
“No,” I say, but it’s a lie and he knows it. “I like it because it makes me feel good.”
“Can you do a spin so I can see how sexy you look?” Hunter drops his hand and takes a step back. His eyes roam down my body, heat behind his gaze. “Please?”
I blush. The instructions are sexier than what he was doing to me a few seconds ago, a secret show only for him. I move away from the wall and stand up straight, fixing my shirt and my hair. I turn, shuffling my feet in a circle until my back is to him.
Part of me wants to be self-conscious. I wonder if I look stupid, if I’m doing this right, but I hear the hitch in his breathing. I can hear him fighting off a low groan that tells me he’s enjoying this as much as I am. A jolt of electricity races through me, and I make my movements more purposeful.
My hips sway. I drop my head back, hair brushing against my shoulders. I lift my arms above me, relishing in the moment. I’m not Maxine Walters, first grade teacher who drinks a cup of tea before bed.
No.
Tonight I’m Maxine Walters, the bad bitch who’s going to have a long overdue orgasm.
“Stop right there.” Hunter’s voice is hoarser than before. “And put your hands on the wall.”
Nothing about it is controlling. There’s a choice buried in there, an out if I want it, but I don’t. I want to do whatever he says, so I push my hips back.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Spread your legs.”
My body moves on his command. I lean forward and step my feet apart. Bending from my waist, I prop my arms on the wall, the cool air of the house licking up the back of my thighs as my skirt rides up. The curve of my ass is showing, and I wonder how much of me he can see.
“Wow.” Hunter’s boots thump across the floor. He crowds my space, a hand in my hair as he wraps the strands around his wrist and gives a tug. “Such a beautiful slut for me.”
