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in a ragged breath.
    “God... Brit...” He stares at me, and despite my
mindlessness, I feel a thrill from the desperate desire written
clear on his beautiful face.
    “You’re perfect,” he breathes, staring at me
like I’m a work of art, a priceless treasure. “So fucking
perfect.”
    I catch my breath, waiting for the clumsy
assault: the pawing, the rough grope that’s surely coming now. But
Hunter barely moves, he just takes that one, perfect finger, and
strokes it slowly over the slope of my breast.
    I shudder.
    He strokes again, tantalizing, and I bite my lip
to keep from crying out. The ache in me is coiling tighter, rising
higher with every touch. Hunter gently circles one nipple, and then
slowly drags his thumb across the tight nub. I whimper, the
pressure so sweet, but somehow not enough. I feel myself arching
against his hand, my body demanding more.
    Hunter lifts his eyes to mine, and gives me a
slow, wicked smile. “You like that?” he murmurs, dropping his lips
to my neck in a trail of delicate kisses. I shiver against him in
answer, my body flooding with an unfamiliar need. “Tell me, he
whispers, his tongue wreaking havoc against the column of my
throat. “Tell me if you want more.”
    And then his hand stills, gentle again, barely
brushing my skin. I feel the ache of absence, needing him touch on
me again. “Yes!” I manage a strangled sob. “Hunter, please!”
    I feel him growl against me, and then both
magnificent hands are on me again, claiming me, stroking and
teasing, cupping me, driving me wild with need until I’m panting,
writhing against him.
    “Hunter!” I sob, reckless. He lifts his head in
answer, finally returning his lips to mine, capturing my mouth in a
kiss of pure wanton need. His lips crash against me, tongue
plunging deeper, invading me, and just as I’m lost, delirious in
the maelstrom, his thumb and fingers close around my nipples and
squeeze.
    Oh god!
    I cry out against his mouth, reeling from the
sharp delight. Hunter groans, squeezing again, toying and rolling
the nubs, sending hot waves of pleasure shooting through me until
my legs give way and I clutch against him, reeling and mindless
from the pleasure he’s wrought.
    Hunter holds me up, like I’m weightless in his
strong arms. He guides me to a corner of the room and gently lowers
me to the floor, spreading his sweater below me on the ground. I
sink down, and he settles himself beside me. Moonlight falls
through the window, casting a silver shadow across us both. His
hair glints gold, skin shimmering, and his eyes...
    They gaze at me with such tenderness, and such
desire. As if he’s teetering on the edge, like me, overwhelmed by
the emotions crashing over us.
    We stay there, suspended for a moment. Waiting,
barely breathing, a world of emotion passing silently in the
night.
    And then he breaks. Reaching for me, Hunter
scoops me against his body, rolling to trap me below him as his
lips claim mine. Greedily, I kiss him back, my legs parting to wrap
around his waist, my hands roving, hungry to touch him. He grabs my
ass, pulling me closer, and I slide my palms under his T-shirt,
reveling in the feel of smooth skin and the ridge of taut
muscle.
    His body is perfection.
    I arch up against him, my heart stopping as I
feel the hard pressure of him between my thighs. But there’s no
time to feel shamed or cautious, not with his lips ravaging me, the
weight of him pressing me into the floor; the violent, aching
desire in me, circling and coiling and crying out for some
release.
    I tug at his shirt, impatient, and Hunter breaks
away, ripping his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside before
laying back and covering my body against with his own. This time,
it’s skin on skin, a perfect sensation, heaven right here on earth,
but I barely have time to revel in it before Hunter rolls us so I’m
straddling his lap.
    I gasp for air, finding my balance, reaching to
take his face in both my hands as I kiss him with