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by A. J. Bennett


  “Pretty much. Like most kids, I wanted to be a doctor, a spy, or something like that. By the time I was ten, I knew I was going in the military and my dream was to be in the Special Forces.”

  “I guess dreams do come true.” Luna smiled.

  “I guess they do.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “What? The military?”

  “Yeah. Are you an adrenaline junkie?”

  Hunter leaned back in his chair. “No, I wouldn’t say that. I mean, it goes without saying its part of the job description, but I’m not one of those guys that every free moment is spent jumping out of planes or driving cars too fast.”

  “But you like the violence, don’t you?” For some reason she was certain of it. It was probably what drew her to him.

  Hunter shrugged. “When necessary.” He paused. “What makes you think that?”

  Luna traced her finger on the table and shrugged. “It’s in your nature, an integral part of your personality. You don’t conceal it as well as you think.” She paused. “You gotta remember, I grew up around guys like you.”

  “That’s right, your brother. How much older is he?”

  “A few years older.”

  “And you also have a twin. That must be interesting.”

  Luna smiled at the way he smoothly changed the subject. “I guess that’s one way to word it. We’re like night and day.”

  “Are you close?”

  “Yeah, we drifted apart for a while because she was involved with some asshole loser, but she finally saw the light and left his ass. I couldn’t imagine my life without her.”

  “That’s cool.”

  “What about you, any siblings?”

  She could have sworn his eyes clouded over for just a moment, but he shook his head. “A brother.”

  “Older or younger?”

  “A couple of years younger.”

  Just then the waitress returned and set their food in front of them. In between bites, they continued to make small talk. Slowly learning bits and pieces about the others’ lives, but not digging deep enough to really know anything. They remained guarded and casual during dinner.

  However, as soon as they left the restaurant all pretenses were dropped.

  Chapter Seven

  She didn’t know who reached for who first, but in the span of a heartbeat, Hunter was coiling his arms around her waist and tugging her close. His touch felt hot on her skin beneath her clothing. Hunter walked her backwards, until her back was pressed against his truck. One of his hands fisted in her hair. Effortlessly, he took possession of her mouth, kissing her with an intensity that stole her breath. The warmth of his body washed over her. She lost herself in the shocking sensuality of the kiss.

  In the distance, she could hear car doors slamming, the crunching of gravel, and people talking, but she didn’t care.

  His tongue slid between her lips, swirling with hers and kissing her thoroughly. As she suspected, his lips were firm and confident. Soft moans of pleasure escaped as his free hand roamed, touching as much of her as he could. His hand slid down her hair, her shoulder, and over her spine, stopping at the small of her back. He jerked her forward, pressing her hips to his. The swell of his erection through his jeans nearly undid her. All of her senses were concentrated on him. She could smell a hint of cologne—something woodsy and intoxicating—hear the steady beat of his heart, and felt the solid muscles of his thighs against hers.

  Her body was quick to respond; she could feel the dampness between her legs along with an aching pressure.

  One of his hands cupped the underside of her breast and squeezed slightly, as his thumb slid across her nipple. Her head lolled back, sighing as he made his way greedily down her neck. Everywhere he touched her body throbbed, and the places he hadn’t touched were practically begging to experience him. She’d never been more aware of every inch of her skin before. It was insane.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, he ended the kiss suddenly. Instantly, she felt a wild sense of loss. The unfamiliar sensation not only puzzled her, but worried her. She shook her head to chase away the strange feeling.

  He framed her face in his hands and swiped his thumb across her swollen lower lip. “Jesus, you’re as sweet as honey.”

  Their gazes locked, both breathing rapidly. A longing overcame her so deep it shocked her. She would have had sex with him standing in the parking lot if he’d tried.

  She could sense the tension and impatience coming off him in waves.

  “Your place or mine?” Luna’s voice lowered to a husky whisper.

  He met her lustful gaze. “Are you sure?”

  Luna tilted her head in surprise. “If you’re looking for a timid virgin, I’m afraid you’ve cornered the wrong girl.”

  “I know exactly who you are,” Hunter said in a low voice.

  Luna pressed her body intimately to his and whispered, “Good, I wouldn’t want there to be any miscommunication.”

  “Oh, I think we both want the same thing. You just haven’t realized what that is yet.” Hunter’s eyes bore into hers.

  She leaned back and studied his face, purely animalistic. Holy shit. She couldn’t recall a guy ever making her nervous. Ever. And yet here she was quivering inside like a leaf. Her heart pounded like crazy in her chest.

  “My bed,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her around to the other side of the truck to let her in.

  She hoped he didn’t live too far away. She couldn’t wait to feel him sink into her. Jesus, she had to stop the images that were scrolling through her mind, or she was going to have an orgasm right then and there without him even touching her. What. The. Hell.

  Jumping into the truck, he slammed the door, hit the gas, and took off.

  They drove most of the way in silence. Once in a while, Luna tried to make small talk, but she was met with just one word answers … as if he had to concentrate on driving. She could tell by the gleam in his eyes, he was having as much of a hard time as she was of containing himself. Unable to help herself, Luna reached over and entwined her fingers with his.

  About ten minutes later, he turned into an apartment complex. Thank God!

  After pulling into a parking space, he cut the engine.

  Unable to wait for him to reach her side, she threw open the door. Hunter stood waiting for her, so she grabbed ahold of his shoulders and slid her body along his as she jumped out of the truck. He grabbed her ass and pressed her into him. They shared a harsh kiss, before he grabbed her hand, leading her up a narrow stone walkway lined with flowers. They were walking so fast she almost had to run to keep up. The apartment building was huge, made of red brick and much nicer than her own. It was brightly lit by security lights, but she was so into him, she didn’t even notice the immaculate lawn or the group of people grilling out and drinking beer.

  Their hips bumped together as they walked. Just that slight touch caused her body to ache with need.

  Walking up three never-ending flights of stairs, they finally his floor.

  Unlocking his door, Hunter led her inside and flicked on the wall switch, illuminating the room. Luna took a quick look around. Typical bachelor’s pad; sparsely furnished, and a small, black dog was sleeping in the corner. The room was cool as if he kept the AC down way too low, but she was more interested in the person standing before her that made her feel dizzy with desire.

  How could just looking at a man make her come completely undone? Granted, he truly was unbearably handsome and his body was as beautifully proportioned as a Greek god’s.

  Still—it made zero sense as far as she was concerned, but she wasn’t about to second guess it. Not tonight.

  Lifting her head up, their eyes met and the air between them practically crackled. Her purse hit the floor with a thunk.

  Before she had time to speak, he pressed his mouth to hers. Her hands were behind his head and she was fiercely kissing him back. Heart pounding wildly, her body reacted as if she’d had a shot of pure adrenaline.
r />   His hands left her face to slip down her shirt, and she gasped when his thumbs lightly grazed her nipples before cupping her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly, tingling beneath the heat of his palms, and his large hands teased her swollen breasts. Leaning down, his tongue flicked her earlobe. A shudder tore through her.

  Every nerve in her body was a live wire.

  Pulling her straight down the hallway into his bedroom, she couldn’t take her eyes off him to even bother to look around. He lifted and tossed her on the bed. When he climbed on top of her, his knees sank into the bed with a loud creak. The weight of his body covered hers and he kissed her possessively.

  Chapter Eight

  Luna’s gaze was locked on his large hand as he pushed at her shirt. She moved to sit up to help him, but he shook his head. “I got it.”

  Lowering his mouth, he trailed hot kisses up her stomach and over the swell of her breast, easing the tank top up until he pulled it over her head and tossed it on the ground. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her mindless before tearing himself away.

  One of his hands lay warmly against her face, and his thumb moved roughly across her cheekbone. “I need to see all of you. Taste every inch.”

  It was difficult to speak, so she just nodded. He wasn’t going to get any complaints out of her, that’s for damn sure.

  Slowly, his lips trailed down the hollow of her neck. The combination of his tongue, lips, and the scrape of his teeth were complete sensual torture. She could feel her pulse jumping in response.

  Her body shook with desire and she knew he felt it, too, because when his lips met hers again she felt them tremble. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

  When his calloused hands slid down her back, she moaned. His fingers expertly unlatched her bra and dropped it to the ground. Luna grasped ahold of his shoulders when his fingers glided across her skin under the waistband of her skirt. Using both of his hands he tugged the skirt past her hips, and impatiently she kicked the skirt the rest of the way off.

  She made a deep sound in her throat when his fingers hooked in her panties and he yanked. They ripped, causing her to shiver and squirm. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven when his fingers slid between the wet, soft folds. He inhaled sharply. “So fucking warm and wet.”

  She responded by arching into him and gasping out his name between clenched teeth.

  Luna was acutely aware of the clothing separating them. Lifting her hips, she pulled at his shirt. He leaned back and impatiently pulled it off, tossing it to the ground.

  His arms weren’t the only thing covered in ink. She traced her hands over the tattoos and felt his heart pounding.

  The bed squeaked beneath them when he lowered his body to hers. He kissed her again; his taste was intoxicating, a hint of soda, whiskey, and something else she couldn’t discern. His mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. Her nails traveled over his rippling muscles, digging into his skin.

  Jesus, she wanted him. More than she’d wanted anyone, ever.

  Her splayed hand explored hard ridges on his stomach. She felt puckered flesh of a long, jagged scar at least nine inches long beneath her fingers. She looked up. “What—”

  His eyes blazed down at her. His long fingertips caressed her throat.

  His lips cut her off, and her mouth responded instantly. She’d ask him later. He was a master at distraction, that much was clear.

  She felt the rough material of his jeans brush against her thighs; the hard ridge of him pressing into her. He really needed to lose the pants.

  Leaning down, he grabbed her arms tightly by the wrist and held them over her head. She winced, his grip was strong. “Don’t move,” he muttered roughly.

  She felt everything in her go still for an instant. Normally, she would think it was exciting to play this sort of game, but she wanted nothing more than to move beneath him. Touch his skin, coil herself around him. Their first time together she needed to explore. Not be constricted. Much to her surprise and greatest reluctance, she didn’t argue.

  Smiling sensually, Luna said, “Can you at least take off your fucking pants?”

  He stilled, released her wrist. “You’re a bad girl, Luna. Just for that …” He stood up and Luna turned her head to watch him. Opening his closet, he yanked a tie off one of the hangers.

  “You don’t play fair.” Luna chewed on her lower lip. Her hands still over her head. Now she wasn’t going to be able to see or touch.

  “Oh, I play fair. You just need to learn the rules.” He stared down at her naked body, drinking her in. The look in his eyes caused her arousal to kick up several notches.

  He leaned over her. “Lift your head.”

  Luna sighed, and obeyed by slightly lifting her head. As he reached around, his neck pressed against her lips. She took advantage by sucking and raking her teeth against him as he tied the makeshift blindfold around her head. When the blackness took over she could have cried. She wanted nothing more than to watch this beautiful man bring her pleasure.

  He pulled back, leaving her alone on the bed. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the air conditioner, and the gentle tick of the fan. She was dripping wet with anticipation.

  After what felt like an eternity, she heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of his jeans hitting the floor. If she didn’t feel him inside of her soon, she was going to go insane.

  “You’re breathtaking,” Hunter muttered, as his hands lightly ran up her inner thigh. She felt the weight of his body on the bed, but couldn’t see a damn thing.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Her breath hitched. Immediately, she dropped her legs to the side.

  He nudged one of her legs with his knee. “Wider.”

  She should resent the possessiveness in his words, but it just turned her on even more. Luna pushed her legs out, feeling completely exposed and loving every minute of it.

  Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his gaze darken as his eyes roamed over her flushed face, full breasts, and flat stomach. Luna gripped the pillow behind her to keep from reaching out to him. A part of her was tempted just to see what he would do, but she wanted him too badly to prolong it. There would be plenty of time for games later.

  His skillful fingers traced her skin, burning trails of awareness everywhere he touched. And the spots he hadn’t reached burned with anticipation. She moaned when his mouth brushed the lower curve of her breast. The faint stubble on his face drove her crazy with desire.

  She stretched out, arching her back and needing to feel more of his skin on hers. Her hands itched to explore.

  “Hurry,” she said impatiently.

  Hunter stilled before dropping his mouth back to her body; taking his time with his hands and lips, making it very apparent he was not in a hurry. With painstaking slowness he explored every inch of her. She was trembling when he lifted her leg, sliding his hand from her ankle to her inner thigh, before placing his mouth softly on her ankle.

  Unable to resist, she reached down and grabbed his hair and twisted, lifting her hips at the same time.

  He stopped. “I told you not to move.”

  Luna groaned and threw her hand back up over her head.

  “If you move your hands one more time, I will stop and not touch you again tonight.”

  Did he have any idea what he was asking of her? She didn’t have that much self-control. Every inch of her body was throbbing with need. If he really didn’t want her to move, he should tie her hands to the bed. But she had a feeling he knew that would be too easy.

  “I don’t like this.” Her voice came out a little breathy. “You’ve got entirely too much control.”

  “I don’t feel in control.”

  His admission sent a wild excitement through her.

  Hunter roughly pulled and twisted her taut nipple, before leaning over and flicking it with his tongue.

  Her breathing increased when he inserted his fingers, stroking her, causing her hips
to jerk upward.

  Luna wriggled beneath his touch. He prolonged the torture by teasing her with his touch until she was frantic for him.

  Finally, he settled himself between her quivering thighs. Her body tensed, waiting, needing to feel him. The heat of his breath on her inner thigh was agonizing. Using the palm of his hand, he cupped between her thighs and pressed back, hitting on the sensitive nub. She wished her hands had been bound, because holding them in place when she wanted nothing more than to guide his head where she needed it, was absolute torture.

  A slow lash of his tongue left her gasping in pleasure. He nibbled and teased until she was completely on edge. Every time she felt the waves of pleasure building, he’d pull back and run his hands all over her body, before starting the torture again. She tried to buck beneath him, but he just held her thighs down.

  “Hunter,” she begged.

  Finally, he sunk his fingers back into her, removed his palm—replacing it with his mouth—and began using long, hard strokes of his tongue. Luna caught her breath sharply. The climax took hold of her and she thrashed beneath him. A wave of throbbing pleasure coursed through her. The pulsing between her thighs seemed to go on forever.

  The sound of the condom package tearing was like music to her ears.

  His arms slid underneath her, his hands gripped her shoulders, and with one swift stroke he drove into her … hard, deep, and fast. She knew without a doubt he possessed her. He stretched her almost painfully, and she gave out a sharp cry of pleasure.

  Never in her life had she ever wanted to belong to a man, but with Hunter, it was as if she didn’t have a choice. Luna gasped as he sank in deeper and deeper. The sensation was incredible. They joined together in a sexual frenzy, as if they’d been designed specifically for each other. Luna moved beneath him, her body withering in pleasure. The only way she was able to keep from touching him was by grasping ahold of the headboard and desperately holding on, as their bodies collided over and over together.

  Her brain shorted. There was no thinking involved. Completely intoxicated by the raw, animal attraction, Luna gave herself, fully molding the contours of her body to his. For the first time in ages, she let go of the pain and anger and gave into the urgent heat his body was demanding from her.

 

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