Chapter 19: Skye

A guttural groan rumbles up from his chest as I arch my body into his hands. His thumbs strum my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt until they're hard little points that beg for his attention. I moan as he tweaks each stiffened bud between his thumb and forefinger, inflicting enough pain to flood me with pleasure.

In the past, when we made love, Hunter's touch was gentle and full of reverence. As if I were made of spun glass. His hands are no longer worshipful.

"Do you like that?" he rasps, his mouth following the path of his fingers until his lips close around one hardened tip before drawing it into his mouth. Not a stitch of my clothing has been shed, but that doesn't stop me from feeling the pull of him down to my core. Each tug ripples through my body like a stone that has been thrown into a calm pool of water. Before releasing the little bud, he bites down on it, and the arousal smoldering deep in my belly bursts into flame.

Time away from him has done nothing to d