Damn, the man could do amazing things to her. It was something about his big hands, his hard, warm body, his teasing touch. And his voice. It was deep, rumbling. Masculine. It didn’t seem outrageous to do anything when he suggested it, when he coaxed her, encouraged. She hadn’t expected that he would just take her from behind. Then again, she hadn’t expected he would massage her into such languid arousal. While still managing to kiss her. The very fact that it wasn’t following the rehearsed choreography she was so accustomed to made it even sexier. Hunter seemed to do what occurred to him as each moment came, not because he had a sexual routine that he employed with all his lovers. That was hot. Which was why by the time he pushed inside her, she was beyond ready to come. He continued to thrust as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. Melanie gripped the bedsheet and allowed herself the freedom to call out his name.
