Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(66)

Damn! How did she sound like that? It didn’t sound anything like her normal voice at all. Blame it all on the erotic romance novels she’d read lately.

“Transaction? Anonymous?” Hunter chuckled even louder. In all his life, he had never met a girl who called a one-night stand a transaction. “You mean our one-night stand? You want to keep things between us mysterious?” God, he wanted to turn on the light right now and see her face. His mysterious goddess intrigued him more by the second.

One-night stand, Clarice thought. Was this arrangement a one-night stand?

She heard the man chuckle again. He had a nice chuckle. It made her stomach do a little crazy dance. And then he went in for another plunge, sucking her lips with no small appetite. This was beyond passionate. This kiss put out so much emotion that it made her moan.

“Okay, I promise we’ll keep this night anonymous,” Hunter vowed, relishing in the moan from his mysterious woman. It sounded a little like that avocado, and Clarice’s face popped into his head.

No, get out! Don’t think about the avocado tonight.

Hunter pushed Clarice’s image to the back of his mind again. Tonight, you are going to get laid and have the time of your life.

But still, that voice from his mysterious goddess definitely sounded different from when they were at the bar. Probably it was the loud music that was affecting his hearing, which was why in this quiet and intimate environment, she sounded different.

Anyway, having his mysterious woman with him right now was definitely better than brooding about that avocado. And since she wanted to keep things between them anonymous, he was only too willing to oblige.

If the liquor didn’t taint his ability to think properly, Hunter would have thought his mysterious woman was trying to seduce him, now standing on tiptoe to wrap her cute arms around his neck and whispering soft words into his ears, which when the message was relayed put a huge grin on his face and his eyes sparkled with heated desire. Guess she did want to play the mysterious girl and go along with their plan all along.

“Come to bed.” Hunter heard her speak.

Come to bed? Clarice shivered mentally. Where did she learn to spout out that line? She sounded like a dutiful wife awaiting her husband after he’d been away for a long day of hard work.

“Anything you say, sweetheart,” Hunter crooned huskily, sending sparks to her fingertips.

Sweetheart? That sounded like something that Casanova Hunter would say. Then Clarice smacked herself in the head, mentally of course, because Anton would never use the word sweetheart. What kind of endearments would Anton use?

Not one to disappoint his woman, Hunter immediately took charge of the whole situation and carried her to the bed again, then heaved himself on top of her. With one arm supporting his weight, he gazed into her pupils.

Shit! He couldn’t see a damn thing, save the light of the moon that didn’t illuminate much but that speck of heated pupils that shone brightly. But since his sight wouldn’t be useful in this situation, Hunter relied on his other four senses to make sure he got the best out of this experience.

With his olfactory sense, he inhaled her peach and orange blossom scent, which drove him mad, making him crave her even more. With his haptic perception, he gently caressed her smooth skin, slowly undressing her until she was completely naked and under his mercy. And with his gustatory perception, he licked her, sucked her, tasted her, always hungry for more, and his auditory senses picked up all her moans, her groans, and the gentle writhing of her body, begging him to give her more.

Clarice, who was not used to this situation, only blinked rapidly and tried to stay still like a doll. Hunter chuckled and proceeded further with his seduction. Feeling this wasn’t enough, he started searching for her crooks and crannies, kissing underneath her chin, on her cheeks, and up her forehead again, before he released her with a haggard breath. Gulping enough air into his starved lungs, he plunged in again, this time leaving slower, gentler kisses. Since he had all night anyway, he began by caressing his mysterious woman’s cheek and playing with her hair before kissing her lips subtlety again. Then he realized he wanted to know more about his mysterious woman, eager to know her real name, intoxicated with everything about her. Before, at the bar, it was just two consensual adults playing the game of carnal pleasure, but now, now it was a different story. This wasn’t just pure sex. This was something else entirely, and he thought he really needed to know something about her, even a little bit.