I didn’t know if he meant the chocolate or if I should just go completely wild and maybe rip off his clothes, because that was the idea this chocolate kiss gave me. My teeth parted, releasing the chocolate to Hunter’s control. Maybe he was going to take it for himself. But, he didn’t. He used his tongue to push it into my mouth, leaving a chocolate track in its wake, and as we kissed and dueled, the chocolate shrank until it was a small button of soft, salty caramel.
He sucked my tongue, hard, until it was clean, and then he got down to the business of really kissing me. The sweep of his tongue, soft nibbles and sharp, stinging nips. The kiss built in intensity until he was fucking my mouth and I could scarcely find a moment to draw breath. In no time, my entire body trembled with desire. His hand on my shoulder eased me back on the massive sectional sofa and when I was almost flat, I froze. Alerted by the stiffness in my body, Hunter broke our kiss.
I put my fingers to my mouth which had never felt so kissed, so ravaged, so wanting more. I was shocked at the depth of my arousal, the intensity of my want. “I can’t imagine what it would be like sharing a plate of spaghetti with you,” I said, trying to turn what we’d just done into something trivial.
“More than happy to show you,” he said, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that his want was just as vital as mine.
With reluctance, I rolled away from him and stood. “I need to do some work. Fix photos. Upload. Show the followers what the life of a sologamist is like.”
Hunter pushed his hand through his hair until it stuck out in various directions, making it look even more sexy than usual. “You don’t have to do that, Saylor. They aren’t owed your daily life in pictures. This is insane shit. No wonder Matt has been so worried about you.”
“This is how I live. I created this, and it pays the bills. But like any relationship, it needs regular feeding. It almost gave me the writing gig I wanted so much. That opportunity went down the toilet with Rex’s engagement ring, so I’m back to square one, building up my solo life, and making it look enviable. Making it look like something that might help other women celebrate their own single lives.”
I hurried from the room without waiting for his response. I was teetering on a ledge that I was happy to tumble off, straight into Hunter’s arms. What sort of woman goes from breaking off her engagement straight to kissing chocolate out of the mouth of her childhood crush? Hunter probably had a string of women in apartments from the coast to coast in the US, across Europe, all the way to London. Any attraction he felt towards me was probably driven by convenience and proximity. And, I was acting like a slut.
I wanted to be a slut.
With Hunter.
My brother’s best friend.
My ex-fiancé’s cousin.
The fires of hell never felt so close, and welcoming.