Leaves rustled to the tune of the soft breeze. The cool air washed over their skin, acting like an aphrodisiac, drawing them closer into their own bubble.
Hands searched, gripped, and caressed. Breaths mingled as they both drowned deeper into the raw need that demanded absolute devotion. Hunter swallowed down her moans, desperate for more. What other sounds could he make her do?
She was inexperienced. Hunter didn’t need to be told. He could practically taste it in the clumsy movements of her tongue as it chased his, not that he minded. There was something about knowing that he was probably the first man to properly kiss her that had his blood thrashing with red-hot desire.
Time ticked by to the background of erotic sounds. Hunter wasn’t sure how long they had been kissing. Hell, at
