“Hunter,” she breathed.
I lifted my head. “Yeah?”
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and a little wild, but she still looked right at me. “I like when you touch me like you’re trying to figure me out.”
My chest pulled tight. Then her hand slid down my stomach, bold enough to make my breath catch.
“And I like when you stop pretending you’re not losing control,” she said.
A rough laugh scraped out of me. “You think I’m losing control?”
“I think you lost it when you texted me from across brunch,” she acknowledged.
I kissed her because she was right. She smiled against my mouth, and then she did the worst possible thing.
She whispered, “I thought about your hands last night.”
My body went still over hers. She blushed immediately, but she didn’t take it back.
“Where?” I asked.
Her throat moved. “Everywhere.”
The word was soft. Almost shy. It still hit me like a match to gasoline. I lowered my mouth to her ear. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
She made this tiny, embarrassed sound and turned her face into the pillow. I caught her chin gently and brought her back to me. “No hiding.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“I’m serious, Catherine. If you want something, tell me.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Then she said, barely above a whisper, “I want your mouth on me.”
Fuck.
Her hands slid over my shoulders, down my back, and she pulled me closer with a confidence that was still threaded with nerves. That combination ruined me. The boldness. The blush. The way she asked for what she wanted and then looked a little shocked by her own honesty.
“You have a dirty mouth, Dr. Davis,” I muttered against her skin.
Her laugh came out breathless. “You like it.”
“I like it too much.”
“Then stop talking about it.”
I lifted my head. She looked up at me, lips swollen, eyes dark, cheeks pink.
“And do something about it,” she whispered.
Whatever control I had left went straight to hell.
CHAPTER 14
Catherine Celia
Whatever had been holding Hunter back moments ago snapped away, and above me was a man on a mission. He was kneeling as he worked my jeans off me along with my panties.