His expression darkened.
“For you,” he said.
His mouth moved to my inner thigh. I gripped the edge of the counter, breath catching as he kissed his way higher. He took his time exactly like he’d promised, like he hadn’t spent the entire day sending me texts that made me forget how to function.
“Hunter,” I breathed.
His hands spread my thighs wider. “I know.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“I do,” he said with certainty and his mouth brushed closer, and my whole body went tight. “You were going to tell me to stop teasing you.”
“I was.” Damn, he knew me already.
“I’m not done.”
I let out a helpless sound.
His mouth curved against my skin. Then he stopped teasing. The first stroke of his tongue made my head fall back. One hand flew to his hair, the other still gripping the counter like it was theonly thing keeping me upright. Hunter groaned against me, and the vibration went straight through my body.
“Oh my…” I stopped being capable of words.
He ate me like he had all the time in the world. Like he had memorized every sound I made in the linen closet and wanted to pull them out of me again, only slower this time. He licked and sucked and used his fingers until my thighs started to shake around his shoulders. I tried to stay quiet. But Hunter knew me too well already. The second I bit my lip, his hand slid up my stomach and pressed gently between my breasts. He slid one finger inside me, then another, and my breath left in a broken rush.
“You’re so wet,” he said, voice low and filthy. “Been like this since dinner?”
“Since the closet,” I admitted.
His fingers paused. He groaned like I’d hurt him. “Catherine.”
“What?”
“You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
“You keep saying that,” I giggled.
His mouth returned to me before I could answer, and this time he didn’t go slow. His tongue worked my clit while his fingers moved inside me, curling in a way that made my elbows nearly give out. I leaned back on one hand, the other still buried in his hair, and tried to breathe through the rush building low in my belly. It was too much.
“Hunter,” I warned.
“I know, baby.” The word made me clench around his fingers.
“You like that?”
I couldn’t answer.
He did it again, softer this time. “Come for me, baby.”
That was all it took. The orgasm hit hard and fast, rolling through me until I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keepfrom crying out. Hunter didn’t stop. He worked me through it, mouth and fingers relentless until I was shaking so hard I had to push weakly at his shoulder.
“Too much,” I gasped.
He slowed immediately, pressing one last kiss to the inside of my thigh before rising to his feet. I was ruined. My legs were still spread on his kitchen island, and Hunter was standing between them looking far too pleased with himself.
“That,” he said, voice rough, “was dessert.”
I blinked at him, still trying to remember language.