Page 56 of Bad Love

Or dragging me past the point of insanity, beyond anything I’veknown.

Hunter lifts me onto the counter as if I'm weightless. I grab his shoulder for balance, but my hand lingers on the hard muscle there as his hips spread my thighs, holding them open as he looks down at me with half-liddedeyes.

Yes.

His fingers dig into my legs, pinning me to the counter with his body the way his eyes are pinning my hammering heart to myribs.

I want those fingers to drift inward. Theydon't.

Even when a moan slips from my lips, they only dig harder into myskin.

"Tell me when you're going to come." Hunter's thumbs rub circles on my thighs, sending their own sparks toward my spine, building the fire that's threatening to erupt into a blaze. I ride out the feelings, the telltale build in mycore.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to miss a fuckingsecond."

Every word from his firm mouth destroys me. He can't say these things. He can't know what they're doing tome.

I've never felt sexy like this. Not by myself or with aman.

Every second, every wave, steals a piece of me. What’s left behind is raw and needy andunapologetic.

"Hunter…" Iwarn.

“Yeah,Peach?”

The room's too small for us. Forthis.

On a tight groan, his face lowers to mine, and for some twisted reason, it feels more personal that way. We're not kissing, because he skims my lips and goes for my jaw. His mouth brushes lightly enough to make me shiver. Then metal drags down my throat, and the feel of hard steel on my sensitive skin makes me jerk againsthim.

"Hunter," I whisper. "Oh my God,Logan."

I don't know why I say his name when I come. Maybe the same reason my fingernails carve up his shoulder through his shirt while tremors rack mybody.

But instead of unleashing whatever rampant need is inside him, Hunter only breathes against my skin, trailing feather-light kisses that are far too chaste for the dirty thing we justdid.

I swallow as reality sets in, every inch of me still humming. But I refuse to be embarrassed in thismoment.

When my heart rate recovers enough for me to open my eyes, his arm's still around me, holding meup.

"I won," I say, conviction bolstering the shaky edge in my voice as I lift my chin to meet hisgaze.

But there’s no defeat in it. Only desire and fascination and…triumph.

"No, youdidn't."

I shoot up. "Yes, Idid!"

"You didn't come for that, Peach." He nods at the vibe still clutched in my hand. Hunter's mouth curves, maddeningly arrogant. "You came forme."

The truth of his words, the satisfaction on his face, hit me atonce.

I open my mouth to protest but nothing comes out as Hunter hands me the spray bottle. Then he steps back, nodding at my phone with a glint in hiseye.

"Enjoy the rest of your day.Babe."

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