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The heat in my chest has far surpassed jealousy. It’s darker now, hungry and possessive.
I’m not thinking straight. If I wait another minute, she could slip out of my story and into his.
I can’t sit any longer. I’m up before I think. The chair scrapes, heads turn, but I don’t care.
She sees me coming, and her smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens.
I reach her, grip her wrist, and lean close. “You’ve made your point,” I growl low. “Now let me make mine.”
Chapter Five
Lana
I have no idea how cold it is. Maybe thirty degrees, possibly colder. All I know is that snow is falling and somehow, I’m toasty warm. Maybe even too warm. Hot even. Yeah,hot.
It’s so freaking hot!
Hunter leans me up against the exterior brick at the back of the restaurant. His big, calloused hand on my throat. His peppermint breath against the lobe of my ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
I nod slowly, pretending I’m one of the confident girls in his books. The ones who are free with their sexuality and aren’t terrified on the inside like me.
His thumb brushes my jaw, and he tilts my chin just enough to make me look at him. “You teased me. You wanted to watch me break.”
“Didn’t take long.” I swallow hard as the words spill from my lips.
Who am I? How am I here in a back alley with Hunter Black? How are his hands all over me? How did I ever find the nerve to tease him, to flirt with that other man, and why is it driving him insane?
“You think this is a game?” His thumb brushes against my bottom lip. “You think you can get me all turned up and walk away?” His hand slides from my throat to my waist, grippingtight, and I feel the rough scrape of his palm through the thin fabric of my dress.
Okay, I’m not hot. I’m molten.
“I should take you right here,” he growls. “Let this little mountain town hear the punishment you deserve.”
The snow keeps falling soft and silent in the darkened night but everything between us is loud.
His breath.
My heartbeat.
The way his hand wanders down between my thighs.
His fingers pressing through the fabric slowly, like he’s testing how far I’ll let him go.
Spoiler alert… it’s so fucking far!
I gasp as the rough pads of his fingers graze over the top of my cotton panties, pressing into my wetness with pressure.
How is this so erotic? I’ve been touched before, but this is different. It’s not only the way he touches me. It’s how he watches me react. It’s how he studies me like he’s trying to remember every moment.
My thighs tremble and my breath catches as I let out a moan. In between my breaths, he presses his lips against mine with a wild desperation I’ve never felt before. The kind that makes you forget there are shoppers passing by thirty feet away. The kind that makes you forget you’re standing in an alley behind a family restaurant in the middle of winter. The kind that would make me forget my legs were attached if he wasn’t holding one thigh up against his hip.
I cling to him, fingers fisting the front of his coat as his massive cock pokes against my stomach. God, I want to feel him. I want to know what he sounds like grunting my name. I want to know what he feels like naked and sticky, thrusting inside of me.
Reaching out, I rub my hand down over the shape of the hard cock pulsing in his jeans. He’s thick and long in a waythat my hand struggles to touch it all. I don’t even know how to comprehend what’s happening, so I stop trying and let the night happen.
Before another thought filters through, he’s pulling my breast from the top of my dress, he’s suckling my nipple, he’s sliding behind my panties, he’s scrubbing against my clit.
Oh God!
