Sealed with a Kiss (Ty & Hunter #2)(53)
Author: Carly Phillips

“I did. In the outside zipper of my duffel.”

“God bless men who think ahead.” She released him and waved toward the bags which had been set in the corner.

He gritted his teeth and walked over to find his stash of condoms, returning to the bed to find she’d already kicked off her shoes, tossed her shirt, and was wriggling out of her faded jeans.

When she finished, she was clad only in a skimpy bra and matching panties. His hot gaze swept over her and he shook his head. “Damn, you are sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She came up on her knees so she was level with him and braced her hands on his shoulders.

He thought she was going to kiss him again but instead her lips found his cheek. Whisper light, warm and enticing, she trailed a path to his neck, ending by nibbling softly on his earlobe. The soft biting sensation sent a shock of awareness straight to his groin.

“God,” he muttered. “What you do to me defies description.” His body shook with raw need.

She arched her back and her br**sts brushed his chest, her hard ni**les pushing through the flimsy fabric of her bra. Her light teasing touches aroused him to the breaking point. “Molly?” he asked through his clenched jaw.

“Hmm?” Her face had nestled in his neck and he felt her soft breath against his fevered skin.

“I like foreplay as much as the next guy, but I think it’s going to have to wait until next time.” If she teased him anymore, his c**k might break in half, Hunter thought.

She lifted her head and sealed her lips over his mouth, sweeping her tongue back and forth over his.

Unable to take it, he grasped her hips and pushed her back onto the bed.

“I like it when you’re forceful.” Her eyes laughed but her expression told him her need was equal to his own.

While he shucked his briefs and began to make fast work of the condom, she wriggled her panties off first, then unhooked her bra and shimmied out of the garment.

Her ni**les were peaked and hard and the blond triangle of hair beckoned to him. Before he could react, she swung one leg around his hips, rolling him onto the bed and under her, teasing the head of his erection with her slick heat.

His body shook and he gripped the bedcovers to keep from thrusting his hips upward. He needed to be inside her now. She levered herself until she was sitting over him.

Her gaze locked on his. Never breaking eye contact, he grasped her hips and together they rocked their bodies in unison until her body slid down over his and she encased him in her tight, wet sheath.

He felt her body pulse and tighten around him. He watched her face as she closed her eyes while accepting him deep, deep inside her until their bodies ground together at last. He clenched his teeth and breathed in, fighting his body for control.

He focused on Molly. Her hair tossed wildly around her shoulders and her lips were damp and full. He loved seeing her like this, wanton and wild, just for him.

His hips thrust upward without his consent and she moaned, arching her back and clenching her inner walls around him.

“Molly?”

She forced her heavy eyelids open. “Yes?”

“I know I said I wanted you submissive but I’d rather have you be in control.” As if to argue, once again his hips jutted upward of their own volition and his erection swelled inside her.

A slow sensual grin took hold of her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

He nodded. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need.”

Her eyes glittered with a combination of desire and delight. “If you say so.”

And then she began to move her hips in a circular rhythm. Deliberately slow and teasing, she clenched her thighs tighter and milked him for all he was worth. She gyrated her hips first in circles, then from side to side, finally rocking her body forward, then back, forward—then back again.

That was the motion that did him in. She knew exactly how to make him hotter just when he thought he’d reached his limit. With each motion, she proved she could ride him harder, take him further than he’d ever imagined. Each time she rolled her pelvis forward, her body clenched him inside her and her breath came faster and faster still.

His climax was building quickly but so were the feelings inside him he’d been working so hard to keep at bay. It wasn’t just his body involved. His hips thrust upward to satisfy his body’s need for release but his heart pounded in his chest, declaring his emotions with each and every beat. And each time he heard her soft moan, his throat swelled with a feeling he could no longer deny.

He’d loved her once.

He loved her still.

Hunter knew it and had fought against it since seeing her again. But it didn’t matter that she was destined to hurt him in the end, he’d give everything to have this for as long as he possibly could. He must have known it, too, or else why set himself up for a night he’d never forget?

She clenched him in her damp wet heat, rocking her body against him, moaning and calling his name as she built closer to release. He couldn’t wait much longer and he damn sure wanted to make certain they came together.

He reached out and touched his index finger to her mound, above where their bodies met. The moisture they’d created dampened his fingertip and he pressed against her. She let out a soft cry and tried to grind more deeply against him. His rock-hard member created intense friction between them, and her sensual noises told him she felt it, too. All the while, he worked his fingertip up and down, increasing the force on her clitoris, driving her into a frenzy.

Without warning, she leaned down, flattening herself against his body, so she could not only ride him but gain more pressure against her most sensitive spot.

“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. He thrust his hand into her hair and kissed her cheek, pumping his body up and into hers. “You’re in control, you make us come,” he urged, knowing he was seconds from doing just that.

Her breathing quickened, her hips thrust against him and she groaned. “Now, now, God, Hunter, I—” She immediately buried her face in the pillow beside him, muffling whatever she’d begun to say as her massive climax hit.

Her body stiffened and he let himself go then, pumping hard and fast against her body until the quaking spasms finally took hold and rocketed through him over and over.

No sooner had her orgasm seemed to end, than she suddenly squeezed her thighs, clenching him tight and convulsing against him once more. She called out his name again, her voice weaker this time but no less sweet to his ears.

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