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pleasure.
    “Yes.” I breathe into him, dropping a kiss on those perfect lips. “I want you. I want it all.”
    Hunter exhales in a gasp, and then he’s lifting me from his lap, setting me gently down on the ground. I shimmy out of my dress and panties as he strips off his jeans and finds a condom in his wallet, then he twists back around to lay above me, braced on his forearms, cradled between my thighs.
    I stare up at him, the breath suddenly robbed from my lungs. I’ve never regretted my past before, the things I’ve done—and the guys I’ve done them with. But right now, I can’t help wishing that Hunter was the first.
    The only one.
    He gazes down at me, his lips creasing in a devastating smile. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispers, dipping lower to touch his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. His lips are cool and soft, barely caressing mine with their velvet touch, but the fire in my body blazes back to life, roaring and wild. Suddenly, I know, everything that came before doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not my first, but he’s the first to matter. The first to make me feel this way. And that’s all I’ll ever need.
    I reach up, deepening the kiss, pulling his body down and glorying in the friction of his flesh against mine. Hunter groans, his tongue exploring my mouth as he slips his hand down my body to cup my breast, teasing me, trailing his fingertips down over my stomach and between my thighs. This time, he circles lightly, maddening, until I’m whimpering again, the ache inside of me restless and crying out for more.
    “Hunter,” I gasp, teetering on the edge of darkness again. “God, I need you. Now.”
    Hunter rises up, positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes are dark with desire, wild and burning with a passion that makes my heart stop and my body call out to him. This man is all I’ll ever want.
    He slides into me slowly.
    Holy Christ!
    Every inch is a new wave of sensation, filling me up, stretching me with a glorious ache, until I’m arching up against him, taking all of him to the very hilt. Hunter groans above me, and I flex around him in response, mindless at how good he feels, how perfect the thick length of him feels, hard and deep, filling me up.
    And then he’s pulling out of me, and I gasp for air, whimpering in protest. Hunter buries his face against my neck, biting down as he surges inside me again, this time hitting deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure slamming through my body.
    God! I cry out, grasping for him, bucking against him, finding the rhythm that turns the shockwaves to an earthquake, my restless ache to an agonizing hunger. Every movement, every new thrust sends my world shattering further apart, until I lose words. I forget time. Nothing else exists, except the breathless slide of his body surging into me, the tension coiling tighter between my thighs.
    “Brit,” Hunter gasps, slowing the pace, rolling me onto my side so we’re facing each other, cradling my face in his hands. And now it’s too sweet, too fucking sweet, relentless, the thickness of him inside of me, slowly sliding, hitting just right, so deep. I moan, nails digging into his back, holding on for dear life. There’s a thick pleasure building in my veins, an unfamiliar shiver snaking through my limbs, but I can’t let go, it’s all still out of reach.
    “Hunter,” I gasp, shaking. “God, Hunter, please...”
    He pulls his torso back from me, and I let out a sound of protest at the space between us, but now the angle is different, deeper. He thrusts again, circling his hips, and I shudder at the new pressure, this fresh torment. Hunter’s eyes are on mine, piercing deep into my soul, demanding, urging me on. My mouth is open, wordless, imploring, every slide of him inside of me unbearably sweet but not enough, it’s not enough to shatter this wall, solid and aching, strung out with tense agony.
    “Brit,” Hunter whispers my name again. He