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Charisma swallowed hard, standing in front of the door to Hunt’s suite. What was behind it? It was as if he swiping the card to Pandora’s Box.
Hunt held her gaze and took her purse when the door clicked open. “I like being in charge of things,” he said. Do you have a problem with that?”
The carnal rumble in his voice rekindled a fire Charisma thought was long dead deep inside her. She was so tired of the struggle to keep her life together. Tired of trying to take care of herself and every situation in her single life. How liberating it would be to surrender control to this man.
"I don't have a problem with it."
Hunt held out his hand. "You mentioned a shower."
The shower seemed to get louder with each passing second. Charisma’s fingers shook as she struggled to undo each button on his shirt. She’d never been in a shower with a man before nor had she undressed a man.
He pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the double vanity. Naked, he was even more intimidating. Gorgeous as a god. His tanned chest was sprinkled with dark hair atop rippling abs. Charisma’s pulse thudded inside her neck. I’m really going to do this.
“Now. Take off your clothes. All of them.” His voice was sharp.
Charisma couldn’t look him in the eye as she reached around to unzip her skirt. She allowed it to fall to the floor, but hesitated to unbutton her blouse.
“The shirt comes off too.”
Her fingers finally completed the task of unbuttoning her own blouse. Charisma stood motionless awaiting any look of disapproval on Hunt’s face as his eyes zeroed in on her curvaceous hips.
“I don’t think you’re finished. I still see panties and a bra.”
Charisma’s face was flaming. She reached around to unhook her bra biting down on her bottom lip as her traitorous nipples told of her arousal.
Hunt’s lips parted, he lowered his voice. “I can see your embarrassment. You’re beautiful.” He ran his hand over her hip. “You’re not to be ashamed. Understood?”
Charisma nodded, looking at the floor.
“Miss Claiborne, look at me.”
His eyes glittered as they roamed over her. Her body responded in a warm flood as he murmured his approval.
Charisma trembled with desire, keenly aware of her pulse as Hunt unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Her muscles clenched at his size.
“You’re still blushing. How can you be ashamed of your body? Can’t you see how hard I am for you?”
Steam escaped as he opened the shower door. She stepped into the hot stream. Hunt behind her.
“Turn and face me. I want to take your mouth.”
Charisma eagerly grabbed his powerful thighs as she knelt in front of him. There was a need to please this man. The need to give every ounce of herself. Eric never obliged her requests for sex in the shower. He always thought it was stupid.
Gently, she held his balls as they drew up toward him. He guided the shaft into her mouth. It was steel encased with skin as she tightened her lips around it. He caressed the back of her head as she took as much of his length as she could, filling the back of her throat.
“Yes,” he breathed, as Charisma moved up and down his stalk, circling her tongue around the curved tip. She felt his body quiver under her influence. The sound of his animal-like groans made her blood boil. It wouldn’t take much more for him to finish in her mouth.
He stilled her head. “Not yet.”
She looked up at him waiting on his instructions.
“Stand up with your legs spread hip width apart. Put your hands against the wall.”
Charisma complied as the shower continued raining down over them. She shivered with anticipation as he stood close behind. A hand meandered between her thighs as long fingers explored her folds. A gush of pleasure heated her, bringing her much too close to the brink. His breath on the back of her neck sent passion into overdrive. She moaned as he slipped two fingers insider her. Her blood flamed at the sound of his fingers thrusting into her.
“Tell me how it feels, Miss Claiborne.”
“Oh, don’t stop. It feels so good, Hunt.” Her legs spread further apart as her inhibitions melted away. Waves of pleasure dance from the small of her back upward and back down again.
He moved even closer, his hardness pressed against her lower back. “I give you permission to tell me what you want next.”
Hunt was already giving her what she wanted-freedom through surrender. Telling her what to do escalated her need and made her throb in places she was normally ashamed of.
“I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was muffled over the hiss of the shower.
“I’m afraid I didn’t hear you. Please say it again.”
“I said fuck me!”
“That would be my pleasure.”
Hunt reached over, turned off the shower and opened the glass door. “Here,” he said handing her a towel. “I’ll be fucking you in the bedroom.”
Charisma quickly dried. He led her into an adjoining bedroom with a king sized bed piled with pillows. A swift sweep of his arm pushed them onto the floor.
Charisma climbed onto the bed and spread her legs at his command. His eyes were glued on her plump mounds still sensitive from the heat of the shower. He licked his lips.
A dark head moved between her legs sucking, licking, and testing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The sucking grew more intense, eventually turning into a playful nip. No pain or embarrassment, just lust zipped through her. Charisma never had a man that close to her open legs with the lights on, and if he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d explode.
There was a steamy silence before his thick wedge pushed past her folds, filling her like she’d never been filled before. Twinges of pleasure flowed from her g-spot with every thrust. He moved in and out, as pressure began building inside her. Her breasts bounced from the force as the powerful pulses of a climax pulled her under like a tidal wave.
The pounding got harder, pushing her upward toward the headboard. The tip reached her deepest point, sending shards of electricity oscillating from her belly to her toes.
With the final plunge, their gazes locked as Hunt groaned, spilling inside her. The moist masculine heat from his body enraptured and consumed her, rendering her boneless. Charisma had never been so satisfied, fulfilled. Parts of her body and soul had been manipulated that no other had ever touched.
She’d just opened a gate, ushering in a dangerous invasion of her heart.
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