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“Kadey Smith went to prom with some college guy. His name was Hayes.”

Even after all these years, I can hear her voice screeching out Hayes and I assumed she was talking about Hunter. It never occurred to me she could have been talking about someone else.

“And when I finally calmed down and came back in from the beach, you were gone. You completely shut me out and I never could figure out why. I thought that was going to be the best night of my life and it ended up being the worst.”

He didn’t do it?

I spin around and look at the man I ran away from. The one who stole my heart when I was a little girl and never gave it back. How could I have been such an idiot? All this time was wasted because I jumped to conclusions and never let him explain anything to me.

The worst part is I created this entire storyline in my head. Eighteen-year-old Fox Delany blamed herself for Hunter running off with another girl to screw in the limo he picked meup in for prom. I was so convinced that I did something wrong and that I was the villain in the scenario. And then I became that villain persona. Building up a wall around myself and never letting anyone get close to me.

He punishingly grips my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “It’s always been you Fox, I’ve never given up on us.”

Hunter doesn’t give me the chance to say anything when he slams his mouth down on mine.

CHAPTER FOUR

My back slams against the cold glass wall of the wine room as Hunter attacks my mouth. All the years of flirtation when we were friends and the years apart from one another are thrown into this kiss. It’s like a dam breaking free and we can both finally have what we’ve always wanted.

It’s animalistic, and this blazing inferno between us is only getting hotter by the second. Breaking our kiss, Hunter slides his hand down my front, bringing one of the straps of my satiny dress down with it. My chest heaves when he finds me bare underneath.

Hunter growls as he kisses down my neck until he swirls his tongue around my pebbled bud. My breathing is labored as he ferociously attacks me like a dying man in the desert. He’s been craving something and I’m the only one who can give it to him.

With a pop, he releases my hardened nipple. Holy shit, who knew nipple play could feel so good? In the past, kissing and foreplay have always been off the table. It was always just fucking and zero emotions involved. I didn’t want to give another person, man or woman, the chance to break me like Hunter did.

He slides the other strap down and my dress effortlessly slips down my body, pooling at my feet. I’m left completely bare to him with the exception of my sky-high heels. Any kind of underwear wasn’t happening under this dress.

“Turn around,” he growls out as he whips my body around.

I step forward out of my dress and I can hear the swish of fabric behind me as Hunter picks it up. Probably a good idea.

He pushes me against the glass and I’m faintly aware of the fact that anyone coming down here will have quite the show, but I don’t even care if we get caught. It just makes what we’re doing even more exciting.

I yelp out as I turn my head around and see Hunter down on his knees, having just taken a nibble on my ass cheek.

With a lascivious grin, he says, “I just need to have a taste.”

I don’t even get to respond as his face disappears between my legs and his tongue swipes from my front to my back and in reverse order, paying special attention to my little bundle of nerves. My legs start to shake as he dips his tongue inside and feasts on me like a man savoring his last meal. He moves his mouth back to my clit as he slides one and then two fingers inside of me. Pumping them in conjunction with whatever his mouth is doing.

He’s kissing, sucking, and licking me like he knows exactly what I need. Part of me wants to tell him to stop so he can already be inside of me. But the greedier part of me throws my head back as I ride his face and take every little bit of his attack. I’m a woman crazed and fully intent on using Hunter Hayes’ magic tongue for the orgasm I’m currently chasing.

My breathing comes out labored and deep as I lose all train of thought and focus. The only thing that matters right now is the way Hunter is working my body over. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as the familiar coil starts driving itself higher and higher to heights I didn’t even know was possible. I’m waiting for the familiar eruption to explode, but I keep climbing until I see stars.

With a scream, I shatter apart as wave after wave hits me and Hunter continues his attack on my clit while pumping his fingers against my pulsating walls. My legs start to slip as my body comes back down from my high. With a pop, his fingers slide outof me and Hunter kisses me one last time before releasing me and standing back up.

His zipper slides down and Hunter moves behind me, kissing my shoulder blade. I fall against him, craving his touch. Whispering in my ear, he says, “I won’t be gentle. I don’t think I even have the ability to try right now. But I’ll take my time with you later. Properly in a bed.”

Properly has never been a word in my vocabulary and the last place I want to be right now is in a bed. My voice takes on a husky tone when I say, “Do your worst.”

And he does.

Hunter pushes my back down so I’m arched for him and slams himself all the way in. We both scream out at the intensity of finally coming together. He holds himself there for a moment so we can really feel this moment and I tighten my inner walls, squeezing him inside of me. But the moment is over quickly and then he’s moving.

He slides out, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back into me, each time more forceful and powerful than the last. Shaking my ass, I move myself in rhythm with him and we both moan out each time we come together again.

I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I can feel myself building up again. Very few men have given me orgasms in the past and never multiple. Even when I’ve had dates with B.O.B. in the past, it’s taking me more time than this for more than one.

“Hunter, I’m—” I can’t even finish my sentence as I scream out at the sting of Hunter’s hand colliding with my ass. And that’s all it takes.