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All you can choose is tonight. A
glimpse of heaven, a brief taste of its golden 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