Page 63 of Reckless Desire

The light from the adjacent room beams in dimly, leaving the room obscured. But as I stand here in my stockings, bare to his scrutiny, to his desire, to his enjoyment, I might as well be under a fluorescent light. It should be uncomfortable, and perhaps, to a certain point, it is. But somehow I also feel powerful.

Hunter watches me and then slides his T-shirt over his head. The tent in his pants must be painful. Yet he is not rushing things. Just taking his time, caressing me with his dangerous look while slowly sliding his shirt down his arms.

The expanse of muscles rippling his torso is picture-worthy. I mean, I know he is a personal trainer and I’ve admired the topography under his clothing many times, but fuck… he is hot.

“Like what you see?” He smirks. Bastard.

I lick my lips and refuse to nod or say anything. Yes, I’m swallowing hard as my taste buds work overtime while I’m ogling him, but I won’t admit that. He obviously can see.

“Come here, beautiful,” he drawls. There is no distance between us, just two steps, but my legs shake. Can I have an orgasm just from anticipation? Because I’m close.

He takes my hand and puts it on his abs. Wow! If I feared an orgasm when I stood two feet apart, this shy connection with his beautiful body is going to detonate me.

Surprising myself, I put my other hand on his chest then trail my fingers, discovering his body. My fingers draw circles around his shoulders and I move slowly around him. With one palm spread, caressing his torso, I hook the finger of my other hand in his waistband and trail around as I step behind him.

Hunter hisses when I snake my arms around him to stroke his chest. When my breasts push against his back, he grabs my hand and stills me. We stand there, breathing heavily as time stops, sucking us into a dimension of closeness and intimacy.

His heart hammers against my palm, sending vibes down to my core. His body is warm, but my skin is covered with goosebumps, the heat and the coldness mingling with devastating pleasure.

He whips around so suddenly that I jump back. The wild look in his eyes should scare me. It’s the look of a predator, crazed with a hunger so strong I should fear his next move.

Yet I crave it like oxygen.

Hunter’s chest rises and falls with controlled breaths. “I don’t think I can give you slow and gentle, beautiful.” He pushes the words out with strained effort, his face shadowed with concern.

I’m not sure if I know exactly what he is suggesting, but I’m shocked by the realization that I don’t care. I trust him. Well, in this situation I do. The part of me that is used to wallowing in deeply rooted mistrust screams, trying to protect me. But those screams are a whisper compared to the need racking my body and soul.

Yes, soul. Because suddenly, in no uncertain terms, I know that breaking through my carefully safe barriers if only for tonight will burst into the freedom I so desperately need.

“Then fuck me hard.” I don’t recognize my voice. I don’t recognize the confidence or the determination, but I have no time to analyze them because Hunter yanks his belt free and shrugs out of his pants and underwear.

“Get on the bed,” he growls, kicking his clothes out of the way.

I scramble to oblige and lie on my back, panting as if it’s a strenuous activity. I’m glad I wore my only pair of stockings. The lacy hems hug my thighs lustfully and the sight encourages me.

“On your hands and knees, beautiful.” Hunter’s voice slices through the air.

Jesus. Definitely no vanilla sex. I turn, jutting my ass up, and a wave of self-preservation descends on me, making me want to crawl away. My subtle move forward gets intercepted immediately.

Hunter grips my hips and pulls me closer. “Where are you going, beautiful?”

I shake so violently with the pent-up need for release that my teeth chatter. He strokes the length of my back, the tender touch calming my desire to bolt. What was I thinking? I want him beyond reason.

Hunter circles his palm over my bottom, and I’m sure now I can come just from the touch. I’m dripping down my thighs already, and I gain a growl of appreciation from him as he slides his hand between my legs.

He leans over me, his mountain of a body swallowing me under him. With his breath by my ear, I don’t think I can stay upright for much longer. My knees shake, my elbows are ready to collapse, but I don’t care anymore about anything. My entire being is absorbed by yearning.

“No more hiding, Sydney.” God, that hissing of my name. “No more running. Or I’ll have to punish you, beautiful.”

My breath hitches as his words spread like wildfire, culminating in my center. I whimper, unable to communicate any other way.

Still leaning over me, Hunter plunges one finger into me. Instinctively, my hips sink against him, earning me another growl.

“Someone is eager to fuck my hand.”

His words affect me as strongly as his finger. Or two now.

I grind against his hand, desperate for more friction, and Hunter chuckles darkly. He moves away and the sudden loss of his heat drives a frustrated huff from me.

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