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I don’t invite him in. Instead I turn off the water, dry off and wrap a towel around me before I open the door. He's waiting on the other side, arms lifted to grip the frame above our heads. This time when he leans down I don’t jump away. I sigh into the kiss.
    His mouth is firm on mine. Demanding. Unyielding. His tongue strokes over mine and I try to press close but he holds me still. He pulls the towel free and tosses it behind me onto the bathroom floor. My neat freak side doesn’t like that but it's hard to protest with his smoldering gaze stroking every spot on my body. His erection is clearly outlined in the tight fit of his jeans. It's fucking hot having this kind of effect on him. But it would be better to have is hands and tongue and cock. Did I say that out loud? Before I know it I’m flat on my back, he’s pushing into me, and the last damned thing on my mind is any danger.
    Hell, he feels so good . He’s still mostly wearing his clothes, has his jeans shoved to his thighs. His cock is hard, easing into me, and even though it's so sudden, I’m more than wet enough to take him. How the hell does he do this to me? I stare up at him.
    “Do you even know what foreplay is? Or is it always gonna be rushed and crazy like this. Not that crazy isn’t good sometimes,” I add on.
    Right now I’m feeling pretty damned crazy. But not crazy enough.
    “I’m thinking you naked would be good. And a little slower,” I say.
    He suddenly freezes. “Am I hurting you?”
    He makes my heart and body melt and he doesn’t even have to try. I shake my head.
    “No.”
    I reach for the edge of his shirt and tug it up until he takes it from me and pulls it over his head. I stroke his chest. He’s broad and chiseled. His stomach is more a twelve pack than six. I’ve dreamed off getting my mouth on him for months so I rise up on my elbows and swirl my tongue around his nipple.
    He grunts. “Use your teeth, baby.”
    I lick his nipple again then bite, stroking my palms down his back to clutch his ass. He’s fucking me slow, gentle. I don’t want slow and gentle. I leave a trail of kisses up his chest to his neck where I whisper in his ear.
    “Hunter?”
    I lean back so I can look in his eyes.
    “What is it, sweetheart? What do you want?”
    “You’re taking too long,” I complain.
    He grins. “Tell me what you want. Don’t leave out any of the kinky little details.”
    Oh God. I’ve never been much of a talker in bed, but it’s clear he is, and even though it’s out of my comfort zone, it’s sexy. Besides the unhurried lazy strokes are making me insane.
    “Fuck me,” I whisper. “Hard. Faster.”
    “Oh you can do better than that, baby.”
    “Seriously? Can’t you just fuck me? I like it hard and fast and a little rough. So use your cock and give me what I want.”
    I’m a little irritated and a lot frustrated so the words just come out, but they do the trick. He thrusts hard, again and again. It’s so damned good I don’t want it to ever end. I still don’t quite believe I’m in bed with Hunter Wallace.
    “Touch yourself, Honor. Rub your clit for me.”
    He leans back to watch as I slowly trail my fingers down my stomach, over my pelvis, and reveal my pierced clitoris. I take it between my fingers and tug. Sensation shoots through me, pleasure and pain merge and I pinch harder. But it's the look on his face that kicks things up a level. Fascinated. Enraptured. I want to come. I’m desperate to come and I’m so close. But more than that, I want him to keep looking at me like I'm the center of his very sensual universe.
    “Fucking beautiful, baby.”
    His hips piston faster and I feel the orgasm rise and consume me. I swear the world goes black for a few seconds. He’s still fucking me and when my hand falls away from my clit he puts his fingers on me. Like he flipped a damned switch or something, ecstasy rushes through me again.
    “That’s right, baby, squeeze my cock with that sweet little cunt