Page 68 of Behind the Scenes

And even though he knew it would sound crazy to the Hunter McKary who walked out of that elevator just a week ago, he loved that woman.

“Is something wrong, Hunter? You look like you want to say something.”

He did want to tell her something. That he’d fallen in love with her, no matter how insane that sounded since they’d only known each other for such a short time. He wanted to say all the things he’d kept inside for so long, hoping that one day he’d find a woman who he would willingly give his life to protect because he couldn’t imagine living without her.

But he didn’t say any of that. Instead, he just shook his head. “No, I’m just happy you’re here with me.”

“So what should we do now?” Alexis asked with a sexy smile.

Teasing her, he looked around the cottage’s living room. “Well, we can watch TV. Or we can make something to eat. I’m sure there’s something in the refrigerator. You’re probably hungry after that long drive.”

She slid her hands down his stomach and began unbuckling his belt, still staring up into his eyes. “I ate at that rest stop, remember?”

Nodding, he smiled as she slid her hand inside his pants to palm his cock. “Oh, yeah. That’s right. The most fried chicken I’ve ever seen any one woman eat at a rest stop in my lifetime.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock at his description of her lunch a few hours earlier, and she pushed him back onto the couch. Climbing onto his lap, she kissed him and giggled. “I didn’t eat that much, and I’m trying to seduce you here, so if you could quit with the chicken talk, that would be nice.”

Hunter looked down at where her hand lightly pressed against his already hard cock. “I don’t think there’s much need for that since I’m obviously up and ready to go.”

“That’s good,” she said with a wickedly sexy smile that turned him on even more.

Sliding his hand around her neck, he pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue linger as he slipped it over her lips. Alexis rolled her hips to rub her pussy against his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“No fair. You made me keep my eyes on you last time,” she whispered against his lips.

He opened his eyes and let his gaze slide down from her face to her beautiful but still fully clothed body. He’d had enough of foreplay. Now he wanted to be inside her.

Tugging at the top of her pants, he groaned, “These need to come off.”

Alexis wriggled out of them as she stripped out of her shirt and bra. When she sat naked on his lap, except for her white cotton panties, she took hold of his hands so he couldn’t touch her.

“No fair ripping off another pair. I need to have something to go home in,” she said with a smile.

“Then you take them off because I can’t promise they’ll be in one piece if I get at them.”

Sliding off his lap, she stood up and pulled her beautiful legs out of the panties before setting them off to the side with her pants. There, in front of him without a stitch of clothing on her, she looked like a goddess. Toned and long, her legs made him think about the last time they’d been together. Wrapped around him, she’d nearly made him come in those first moments when she tilted her hips and took every last inch of his cock inside her.

Alexis tugged his pants and boxer briefs down his legs as he lifted his shirt up over his head so he could be naked too. He pulled her down onto his lap and felt her wet pussy glide along his cock, sending ripples of need through his body.

Leaning down, she kissed him long and deep, making it impossible to wait any longer. Grabbing hold of the base of his cock, he directed it toward her entrance and lifted his hips off the couch to slowly slide into her until there was no space left between her body and his.

A soft moan escaped her throat, and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “Fuck me. Make me yours.”

Reveling in the feel of her body around his, he didn’t move his hips for a few moments. Just having her there taking all of him made him want to freeze this moment in time. Before he started pumping into her and she started rolling her hips and before either one of them came, this moment of the two of them together as one was what he wanted to relish.

Alexis ran her tongue along the shell of his ear and whispered, “Is something wrong, Hunter?”

In his mind, he couldn’t imagine anything he’d ever felt in his life being more right. Easing her back so she sat up on his lap, he watched a look of worry wash over her face.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I want to see you ride me.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rolled her hips and began to do as he wished, fucking him like a goddess riding his cock. He grasped her waist to keep her in place once she found her rhythm and watched in awe as this beautiful woman sensually bounced up and down on his lap. With each time she rose up, his cock nearly left her body, but then she rammed him back into her in a rush that nearly took his breath away every time.

The sweet and tender soul who made him fall in love with her rode him better than he could have dreamed of, fucking him with abandon like no other woman ever had. Her body surrendered to his with every time his cock invaded her. Her moans of pleasure echoed around him, exciting him even more as she drew him closer to that edge of ecstasy.

Lost in her own pleasure, she didn’t realize how much seeing her so sensual got him off. This was the woman millions of men dreamed of when they fantasized about Alexis Marchand, and now she was riding him toward a release he craved more than breath itself.

“Oh, God…” she moaned as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder. “This feels so good. Don’t stop.”

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