Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(67)

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice shaking with so much passion.

Name? She should lie.

“Your goddess,” she replied, not realizing what she was saying until it left her lips.

“My goddess!” Hunter chuckled again, enjoying the game they were playing. He never laughed this much during his midnight exercises. This would have to be the first, but by golly, he loved it. But come morning, he’d surely get her name.

She started nibbling at his lip. When she was at the bar, he did notice she had the perfect lips, but to experience them firsthand like this was another matter. And her voice, God, her voice was laced with such thick desire it was driving him insanely hot.

It is hot, so hot, Clarice thought. She was boiling. It was like she was a chicken roasting in an oven. Was this what sex felt like? She was thirsty. She wanted a drink. Another kiss? She wasn’t sure anymore what she wanted, but something needed to give. She felt a tightening in her middle.

Hunter felt drunk too, not because he’d been drinking such an absurd amount of alcohol. That he could tolerate, but this, this sensation, this excitement incrementing in his stomach, felt like he was a virgin again, having sex for the first time.

He kissed her again, this time devouring her lips and tongue, wrestling and sucking until he was out of breath. Then he resumed his journey of nibbling along her nape down to the edge of her jaw and to her collarbone.

Hunter was rewarded when Clarice offered him a sensual moan, which to Clarice was an honest response, as she’d never felt like this before. Hunter smiled and knew his woman was ready.

Clarice enjoyed being seduced. It felt like she didn’t need to do any work at all. Anton was an expert in this field. She felt like she wanted more, needed more, but she didn’t know what. So she just let Hunter do as he pleased until he started wedging her legs apart, which was so foreign to her that she yelped in response.

“Wha… what are you doing?” she cried in panic, her voice shaking.

“Baby, you sound like a virgin. Calm down. It’s going to be all right. My snake here just wants to find your Garden of Eden.”

“Your snake?” she asked in confusion.

“Uh-huh,” Hunter said, since she wouldn’t be able to see him nod. “You wanna touch it?”

“What? No.”

“You should try it sometime.” He chuckled again when he heard her frightened reply.

“Where… where is this Garden of Eden your snake wants to find?” Clarice asked, a little interested in all the fluffy words Anton used during their exchange.

Somehow Clarice couldn’t picture Anton using such words for anything. He looked like the type to rely on more technical terms. Flowery terms came more easily to Hunter, Clarice imagined. Then she shut her eyes even tighter.

What was she doing imagining that was Hunter instead of Anton? Get a grip of reality, Clarice!

“Right here,” Hunter said seductively, breaking her train of thought, and then her breath was knocked out again as his finger probed into her forbidden passage.

“Whaaat… are you doing?” she screeched in panic when Hunter invaded her.

“Loosening you up. You’re so tight. Are you a virgin?” Hunter asked, probing his way farther into her canal.

“What? No, no, of course not,” Clarice lied, shaking her head. All that heat, all that moisture radiating from the space where Hunter’s finger had delved, it filled her to the core.

I’m already halfway, though. If Anton found out now that I’m a virgin, there’s no telling if he might reverse the process and stop the deal. I must get his sperm.