Unauthorized Affair (Unauthorized #1)(51)

Jen pulled back, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, and tried to read his face. “What does that mean?” she hissed.

Hunter laughed and pulled the passenger door to his truck open. “Get in. We got one hotel room also.” His eyes burned into hers. “If that’s OK with you?”

Jen climbed up into the seat, her heart back in a normal rhythm but her soul flying above her in joy. “Only if it’s soundproof.”





Chapter 26





Jen walked into the hotel room behind Hunter, anticipation lighting up her nerves like fiber-optic cables. He pushed the door closed and pinned her to the wall with his body. “Finally,” he breathed into her mouth just before he covered it with his. Jen closed her eyes and melted into him. Finally, she echoed in her own mind.


He lifted her hands over her head and held them in place, placing feather-soft kisses on her bottom and then top lip. Jen sighed, each touch sending bolts of pure sensation down her body. She couldn’t believe it was happening. This handsome, hunk of a man was finally all hers. She could do anything she wanted to him. She could let him do anything he wanted to her. And she wanted all of it. Everything he had to give. And everything she had to give. She bucked her hips towards him and tried to catch his lower lip in her teeth. He got the message, his own hunger coming through in his more urgent kisses.

“Hunter, I’m dirty,” she breathed.

“Awesome,” he growled back.

“No, I mean it. I’m sweaty and yucky. I want to take a shower before you take me.”

He moaned quietly into her mouth and pressed his body against her harder. She felt his erection throb against her lower belly and she reached for it, traced a finger over it, marked it for later.

“I could wash you,” he offered.

“No shower sex for our first time. Shower sex can be awkward. I want our first time to be amazing,” she told him, eyes still closed, his lips on her jawbone, his teeth scraping her skin.

“No sex. I’ll just wash you. And brush your hair.” His voice sounded husky and sexy and his words sent her over the edge. She wanted to be clean, but she didn’t want to wait to have him inside her. She rolled her head back. “I can’t decide. I don’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t stop,” he promised. “But I won’t take you until we’re on the bed.”

She groaned an agreement and he lifted her shirt over her head, then unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground, but he never stopped kissing her. He dropped his hands to her jeans and unbuttoned them, his tongue still gently probing her mouth. He pushed her jeans down and she stepped out of them.

Hunter dropped his mouth to her neck and gently lavished her collarbone and the sensitive places below her ears with attention, his hands sliding around her waist and hooking into her underwear. Jen’s breath tore in and out of her throat in ragged gasps. Her very center felt too-hot, too-there, too-primed to explode at any touch. “Hunter,” she breathed, as his fingers slid down her legs, pulling her underwear with them. They puddled around her ankles and he dragged his hands lightly back up her inner thighs, slowly. She grabbed his hair and pulled. She was so close to orgasm and he’d barely touched her! Her head rolled against the wall as his hands dragged higher and higher, the friction sending tiny vibrations right to her core. One hand reached her sex first, and slid, ever so softly upward. She gritted her teeth, thinking she could stand it if he just did that again, but the next hand bore down with just a tiny bit of pressure, sliding up, then back down, dipping in between her folds, then sliding out directly against her clitoris. Jen uttered a sensation-driven moan as her orgasm slammed into her, rocking her pelvis forward. Dimly, she was aware of Hunter whispering sweet, encouraging words, and sliding his finger gently back to where it had caused such a response. Slowly she came back to earth, breathing heavily, sweet waves of pleasure receding from her core. Hunter planted a sweet kiss on her top lip.

“That wasn’t on purpose,” he said.

She laughed at the expression on his face. “It was an accident?”

He laughed too. “No, I mean—”

“I'm suddenly very aware that I am completely naked and you are fully clothed.”

“I’ll fix that.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and cast it aside, drinking her in with his eyes as he did so. Jen gasped lightly at her first view of his naked chest. He seemed chiseled out of stone, with defined muscles stretching from his chest, straight down his abs. He undid his own pants and pushed them down, revealing dark boxers, stretched to capacity at the front. Instead of shedding them he lifted her hair off her breasts shoulders and spilled it down her back, then looked her up and down, desire clearly imprinted on his face. “You’re so beautiful, Jen. Tell me what I did to deserve you.”

Jen’s breath caught in her throat at his statement and question. She didn’t know how to answer him. The wanting in his eyes sparked a new heat in her belly and she felt her own desire come flooding back.

He didn’t seem to need an answer. He took her by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and testing the water temperature.

He invited her into the shower and she stepped towards it. “I left my brush in your truck, Hunter.”

“Too bad. Rain check on the hair brushing?”