Obsession

then latching on, sucking in tandem with the thrust of his hips.

Molten lava coursed throughout my veins. Desire swirled inside, dazing and out of control. Raw heat built as his mouth tugged on my breast and his tongue rasped over my nipple. It was all about feeling and the raw, exquisite sensations shooting down to my core, warming and dampening me. My hips thrust against his thick muscle, seeking, wanting, and needing more. God, he was huge.

“I want to hear you call my name when you come.” His voice was thick, smoky; his lips moving against my breast. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

My womb tightened in response. If he kept talking like that, he wasn’t going to have to ask twice.

The hand on my hip urged me to keep moving, to take what I needed. When he caught my nipple between his teeth, I cried out again, surrendering to what my body demanded, wantonly rolling my hips against his hardness. Tension between my legs built quickly, stealing my breath, shocking me. I’d never come this way before, not with jeans and panties separating flesh, but oh— OH SWEET JESUS —the coil tightened deep inside me. My movements became almost frantic. His growl of approval burned my skin, igniting the fire. I was so close…so very close. My muscles locked up and a spasm ricocheted—

Somewhere in his study, the shrill sound of a phone ringing cut through the sounds of my moans. I had never heard a phone ring in his house, figured there wasn’t one, and that was kind of stupid, but now there was a phone and it wouldn’t. Stop.

Ringing.

“Ignore it,” I said, moving against him in a slow, undulating grind.

A shudder racked his tight body. Lifting his head, he ran a thumb over my pebbled nipple and bit back a groan. The phone kept ringing.

“No voice mail?” I gasped out.

With surprising gentleness, he slid his hands to my hips as he stepped back and untangled my legs. “It’s going to keep ringing,” he said, placing me on my feet. “I need to answer.”

“Horrible timing.” Standing there in just my panties, I leaned against the bookshelf, trying to catch my breath.

“I second that.” His heated gaze swept over me and he cursed under his breath.

Bending down, he swiped his shirt off the ground. Then he turned to his desk, yanking open a drawer.

He pulled out a slim cell phone, his eyes never straying from all the exposed points of my body. “The fucking world better be ending,” was the way he answered the phone.

My eyes widened.

“Yeah, I know. I took care of it.” He sat on the edge of the desk, motioning me forward with one hand.

I swallowed. Now that some of the heat had faded a little, I didn’t feel like a roaring sex goddess standing there mostly naked. Thank God there weren’t any windows.

Inching forward, I moved to cover myself, but Hunter’s eyes narrowed. Keeping my arms at my sides was an extreme display of willpower, but I wasn’t doing it for him. I wanted the kind of confidence he was forcing out of me.

“You’re a little late on the warning, bud.” Wiggling his finger at me, he coaxed me closer, displaying a half smile when I stopped in front of him. “Like I said, it’s a done deal. It’s been taken care of.”

I could hear the muffled response of the caller, but couldn’t make out what was being said. And I wasn’t sure Hunter was paying attention, because he reached out, caught my hand, and pulled me into the wide vee of his thighs. I shivered as he gathered my hair, spreading it across my shoulders.

Placing the cell between his shoulder and ear, he curved one hand behind my neck, effectively holding me in place as his other hand trailed from the edges of my hair to my breast. I bit down on a moan and closed my eyes as his thumb smoothed back and forth.

“Uh-huh,” Hunter murmured. “I’m paying attention.”

A grin cracked my lips as his hand slipped away, traveled down my belly. He was so not paying attention.

“Dex, you’re acting like a vagina,” Hunter said. My eyes popped open. He grinned as he let go of the back of my neck. His other hand crept to the edge of my panties. “It’s true. Ever since Eliza, you freak out over everything.”

Whatever Dex responded with caused Hunter’s grin to spread into a smile, and God, my heart did a stupid fluttery motion in my chest. I liked Hunter like this…teasing, flirty, and laid-back. And liking that—liking him for anything more than having a mad case of lust for him—wasn’t good.

I didn’t want to like him—not in the way that made my heart spasm or flutter or do anything that could possibly be linked to developing feelings. Even if my life wasn’t in total turmoil right now and we’d met under different circumstances, he would still be the kind of guy—er, alien—who left a trail of broken hearts across the nation. He would be hard to understand—to even like most times, and even harder to figure out.

Besides, when all of this blows over, I would leave here, if I were still alive, and most likely never see him again. Knowing that made my chest tighten in the most uncomfortable way. I started to ease away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his arm slipping around my waist.

“No. Not you, Dex. I don’t give two shits where you’re going.”

I froze. “Maybe I should—” Hunter spun me around, so my back was to his front and my rear between his spread legs. “No,” he said, and I knew he was talking to both of us then. “Serena hasn’t run off again. She’s right here and she’s not going anywhere.”

I shivered at the sensual warning in his voice.

Then his hand was under my panties, his fingers skimming the sensitive nub at the juncture of my thighs, and I gasped.

Oh God, was he really going to do this while he was on the phone?

He cupped me as he pressed his chest to my back, his breath warm in my ear.

“Yeah, I am kind of busy right now.” A finger slipped inside, and I clamped my mouth shut against a moan. My hips rocked against his palm. “No,” he said, voice deeper, rougher. “It’s none of your business.”

My heart was racing again as he pumped his finger in and out slowly. I arched my back, letting my head fall back on his shoulder. His other hand found my breast, and I gripped his arms.

Dex said something, but Hunter cut him off. “I’ve got to go.” He left my breast long enough to end the call and the phone fell to the floor, forgotten. “Where were we? Oh yeah, I want to hear you scream my name.”

The ceiling blurred as a fire swept through my blood. I could feel him against my rear, so hard.

“Do you do this?” he asked. “Touch yourself?”

“What?” I gasped as another finger joined in.

His fingers stilled. “Do you pleasure yourself, Serena?”

What in the hell kind of question was that? I moved my hips to urge him on, but he placed his other hand on my belly, stopping me. “Are you serious?”

“What? Is that too personal?”

“Yes!”

“I find that amusing considering where my hand is.”

Well, he did kind of have a point there.

“And what I’m about to do to you is going to be very personal.” His lips were suddenly against the side of my neck, hot and firm. “So, how often?”

I refused to answer him.

Hunter trailed hot kisses down my neck. “Once a week? More?” He pulled his hand away and turned me around. One hand landed on my lower back and his lips…his lips were so close to my nipple, drifting over the swell of my breast. My breath caught in my throat as his tongue flicked over the rosy bud. My entire body shuddered.

“I bet you do, and the next time?” He teased my nipple. “You’ll think of me.”

He was so arrogant, but then he drew my nipple into his hot mouth, and I didn’t care. Pleasure rolled through me, and I wrapped an arm around his neck, my fingers digging into his hair. His free hand slipped down and my panties were gone. His hand was between my thighs, fingers brushing over my throbbing cleft.