Page 76 of Making New Plans

His warmth had been everywhere. In his hands as they ventured from my hair to my ankles. In his unbelievably muscled body tangled around mine. In his mouth as it kissed me everywhere he could reach. In his eyes as they returned to mine over and over like he couldn’t get enough, like he was enthralled. It unleashed a heady sense of power that made me feel like a sex goddess.

But then he slipped inside me, and all of that warmth didn’t compare to the deluge of heat that sizzled through my core to my grasping fingertips to my curling toes to my aching breasts.

I gasped and sank my nails into his shoulders as he filled me inch by inch in one smooth slide. An eternity passed before his hips met mine. Then he stopped. And stared. I stared back. We were both breathing hard and wild despite our lack of movement.

His burning eyes trailed over our connected bodies, and he hissed something unintelligible before reaching for me again. I nearly whimpered in relief when his palms coasted over my breasts. But this time there was a definite hunger to his touch. A need.

I arched my back to fill his palms with my breasts, and he growled his approval as he teased my insanely sensitive nipples with deft fingers.

Then he slid a few inches out. Then in. Then out. Then in. The movement getting faster and faster as we gasped together.

“Damn, you feel so good, Chloe. So…so good,” he murmured to me between thrusts.

My muscles trembled, aching to hold onto him tighter and tighter. Strength I didn’t know I had exploded through me as I wrapped my legs around him and spun us until I was seated on his lap.

His surprise melted into fiendish pleasure when I grinned down at him and began swaying my hips up, down, and around. His fingertips branded themselves into my hips and ass as I slid my fingers through his hair. I cried out when his hot mouth clamped around one of my nipples. He licked. Nibbled. Pulled harder. Then did the same to the other. I rode more frantically, pinwheels of light dancing behind my closed eyes.

Pressure built from where our bodies connected, reaching a flood of fire like a rocket about to take off.

“Hunter. Hunter!” I chanted his name. Louder. And louder.

He released my breasts to grab my neck and pull my face toward his. His glowing eyes looked feverish as he lifted his hips to grind against me in perfect rhythm.

I pressed my forehead against his, never breaking stride, and managed to choke out, “Come with me, Hunter. Please.”

With a shout that was half curse, half my name, he flung us back onto the bed. There was no moment of rest in our desperate ride together.

That rocket in my core took off, taking me with it, as my veins incinerated in the most acute pleasure I’d ever known. His name tumbled from my lips over and over. His sweaty muscles bulged, and his body jerked. He must have shouted my name once. I saw his lips form it, just like at the concert. But I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear anything but a vague roaring sound in my ears. Like I’d gone deaf from the explosions still ripping through my body.

Both of us still trembling from aftershocks, he brought his lips to mine once more for the most tender, soul-warming kiss. Emotion tightened my throat. Too many feelings. Too strong. I held him close to me for a few moments longer to compose myself. But even after another handful of moments, I knew there would be no turning away from this. And I didn’t want to.

“Mmm.” He nuzzled my jaw with his nose. “I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t you dare move.”

I smiled. “I couldn’t if I tried. I’m surprised we both survived a third workout today.”

His soft laugh made my insides do another dance. His eyes gazed into mine as he stroked my hair back from my face. It was probably in a hopeless rat’s nest by now, but I didn’t care.

“I think my body would be more than ready for you even if I’d just gotten done climbing Everest,” he said.

Then he kissed me again before slipping away to go to the bathroom. I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. A new, languid contentment spread through me like hot cocoa on a winter night. No wonder people wanted to do this all the time. My exes had been adequate but not so great that I heartily missed this as a busy single woman.

Now?

My eyes greedily drank in the sight of naked Hunter coming back to bed. Now, I wanted to do nothing else for days on end. That annoyingly sensible part of my brain tried its damnedest to conjure up schedules and to-dos, but it’d been wiped clean and replaced only with Hunter’s name.

He lifted the sheets, and we slipped under them together. He glanced at my lips. “What’s that smile for?”

I stroked his jaw with my finger and twined my legs around his. “I was just mentally clearing my whole schedule for you.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “The highest honor indeed. What did I do to deserve that?” he asked with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“You gave me the best sex I’ve ever had.” The words came out of my filter-less mouth, and my cheeks heated.

But his face grew serious as he cradled me in his arms. “I didn’t even know it was possible to feel that much with someone,” he whispered against my cheek. “You’ve ruined me, Chloe Higgins.”

Chills bolted down my spine, but my heart did a little twirl. I kissed him with the nameless feelings crowding my chest. He kissed me back with the same.

We remained nestled around each other all night. When I woke the next morning, it was to the sun streaming through his window. I blinked several times, registering his arm hooked under my breasts and his warm leg between my thighs. I flushed from head to toe, not with embarrassment so much as happiness.

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