Page 41 of Regret

Scarlet squirmed against him, and Hunter bit out a groan as the ache in his loins intensified. “Oh, I doubt it’s going to be a problem for me, Ace.”

“You’re a real fucking cock tease, aren’t you…Blanchette?”

Immediately he felt her tense against him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He reached up and slowly wound his fist up in her hair. “Is that another hard limit for you? Being called by your real name?”

She tried to push free, but he tightened his fist in her hair and pushed her harder against the glass. He took her chin in his hand, gripping her jaw as he brought his mouth closer to hers over her shoulder. “Not so tough now, are you, Lucy Liu?”

“Let go of me,” she bit out between clenched teeth. She was angry, she was feisty—and she was making his dick throb.

With a jerk he let go of her jaw and spun her around, keeping his fist in her hair as he let his face come within inches of hers. There was violent fire burning in her eyes as she glared at him, yet her chest was rising and falling from her labored breaths, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted.

“What’s the matter, Scar? You not sure if you want to kick my ass,” he leaned closer, letting his lips almost touch hers, “or ride my cock?”

She slanted her head to the side and never took her gaze off his. “If I wanted to ride your cock, I would have by now.”

Fuck, she was playing a good game. All the women Hunter had been with the last few years were toosubmissiveto play games—too scared to play games. But this little spitfire who he currently had pinned against the window was playing, and she was fucking good at it.

He leaned down, closer to her mouth, so close he was practically kissing her. “So what you’re saying is that you’re not thinking about me being inside you right now?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” She didn’t even blink.

With a soft touch, he moved the back of his hand slowly down her arm. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

She was lying. He could see it in her eyes, the need just beaming from those beautiful irises. The flush from her cheeks had travelled down her neck, and the way she pushed her chest out just a little, pushing her breasts harder against him painted a clear picture. She wanted him—as much as he wanted her.

As he reached her wrist, he slipped his hand lower, tracing his fingers over her waist, down the outside of her thigh.

Her breath hitched, and he smiled. “You’re sure you’re not thinking about me pushing so deep inside you, hitting that spot, making your body shake with a need that will turn you fucking inside out?”

The hard-ass expression she had on her face a few seconds ago was no longer there. Instead, all he saw on her face was desire, want…need, a yearning for release. He felt it in the way her body shivered, the way she bit into her lower lip. She might not admit it, but her body was wound up tight, and knowing that she was turned on did some crazy shit to him.

She lifted her chin just a little. “That’s what I’m saying, yes.”

“You know what I think?”

“I don’t care what you think, Ace.”

“I think you’re lying.” He slipped his hand to the inside of her thigh, and slowly made his way up, feeling the softness of her skin against his fingertips. It felt even better than he imagined it would.

Gently, leisurely, his fingertips stroked up her thigh, and she closed her eyes just for a second as he came within an inch of where he really wanted to touch her. “You sure about that, Scar? You sure your body doesn’t want me?”

She didn’t answer, but there was the faintest movement of her hips, and that was the only confirmation he needed.

Taking that final inch, he traced a fingertip softly over her outer lips. She gasped and shivered, her body betraying her. When he felt how smooth and warm she was against his finger, he groaned as if in agony, and slipped his fingers through her heat, feeling how damn wet she was for him. The faintest moan escaped her, and he smiled. “I think your body is saying something entirely different right now.”

“Unfortunately for you, my body doesn’t control me.” She sounded out of breath, like she was in a struggle of her own. A battle between her body and her mind. But the evidence was there, between her legs and coating his fingers. She wanted this as much as he did.

“Maybe you should let it control you, Scar, just once.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips against her ear, inhaling, wanting more of her sweet scent. They were slowly slipping, moving past the point of no return, but he didn’t give a fuck. All he cared about at that moment was pushing this woman over the edge and watching her come undone.

Scarlet placed her hands on his shoulders, but did nothing to push him away. In fact, it felt like she was pulling him closer, wanting him harder against her. “You won’t be able to handle me, Ace.”

“You have no idea what I can and cannot handle.”

“Believe me, I’m one of those things you can’t handle.”

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