Page 61 of Hunted

When I refused to answer and my stained cheeks answered for me, he smiled.

“Don’t you dare ever feel bad about this. This sexy little sliver is doing a marvellous job,” he said, kissing it once more.

“At what?”

“Only housing your internal organs, Adelaide.”

His lips dropped lower, right on my panty line.

“And if a man ever makes you feel bad about possessing internal organs or the skin that protects them, then he’s not a man at all. I can promise you that none of us would ever dare think twice about it.”

“Us?”

Use that rifle to shoot me now. All I’m capable of are one-syllable answers, for fuck’s sake.

“Mmhmm,” was all he said back.

“Fuck,” I whispered, lost to the sensation of whispered breaths against my core—and desperately craving more.

“Can I remove these, Deadly?” he asked, finger slipping beneath the elastic waistband, running back and forth across my pelvis.

“Please,” I practically begged.

“Thank fuck you said that,” he rumbled, then used that free hand to slide them free.

And suddenly I was fully exposed—and getting thoroughly eye-fucked by my weapons instructor.

And I didn’t give a flying fuck about it.

“I won’t do anything without your say-so, but just so you know, I’m going to be thinking about this perfect fucking sight for the rest of my life.”

My clit throbbed at the admission. “Please put me out of my fucking misery,” I moaned. “Either with that pretty gun, or your pretty hand. One or the other. Choose.”

His perfect face split into a broad, devious grin. “How ‘bout my tongue?”

My hips bucked at the suggestion, evidently as eager for that as my mind was.

“Fuck, yes,” I agreed, desperate for any part of him to ease that building ache between my legs.

He wasted no time. And when his tongue split me in two, when he plunged it into me, then dragged it upwards, I could have sworn I saw stars.

This was what I’d been missing out on all this time?

This was what I could have experienced at the hands of Ethan or any of the others?

He swirled it around my clit, then over it—faster and faster until I was a shivering mess beneath him.

What a fool I’d been.

But then again⁠—

He sucked on the bundle of nerves, and I imploded—hard. All over his face.

His responding chuckle hurt in the best way, prompting a string of curse words and twitching legs.

“Pearce—”

“You might as well call me Dek now.” He grinned again, relinquishing my trapped hands and leaning down to capture my lips.