Hunter picked me up and carried me through to his bedroom, all the while his lips continued to move against mine in a desperate and fiery kiss. We fell onto the bed and my legs stayed wrapped around his waist as his body pressed mine into the mattress. His hands wandered under my knitted sweater, sliding over the skin of my waist and hips, and the contact had me gasping against his lips. He broke the kiss to tug it over my head, leaving me in a lacey white bra.
“f**k,” he muttered, biting his lip as he looked down at me. “You’re beautiful, Grace,” he said, leaning down to kiss the swells of my breasts and then moving slowly down my stomach and to the top of my jeans, leaving sparks of pleasure in his wake.
He removed his weight from me and stepped off the bed, leaving me to look up at
