A Masterpiece Of Our Love (The Masterpiece Trilogy Book 1) (18 page)

"I am in awe of you," he mumbled against her soft lips before leaning in for another taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They clung to each other like they were afraid of being pulled apart. As a force of lust pulsed through him, he claimed her lips over and over again. He prodded her mouth open gently with his tongue. "Sweet beautiful woman, I want to claim you as all mine." With little warning, Hunter shot to his feet, pulled Becca to hers and swept her in his arms. She squealed as she held on to him. Hunter carried her into the room, leaving the balcony door open. He set her down on her feet, then pulled her to him again. He searched her face. Should he continue? He wanted to. What did Becca want?

"You did not drag me back in here to just stop," she growled. Her eyes were ablaze with want. "If you're worried again, I'm going to have to find a way to shove those thoughts away." A seductive grin spread across her face she she reached under his shirt to caress his skin. Something shot straight to his groin as his cock sprang to life, straining against his jeans. He let out a hiss as Becca's fingertips barely touched his skin, sending a wave of chills down his spine.

"Oh my God, Becca. You have a touch that not only soothes me, but takes me to a new extreme. I want you. I want you so damn bad." Hunter grunted, threading his fingers through her ponytail as he wrapped his other arm around her waist.

"I'm yours. All yours," she whispered. She pressed closer to him, her hand sliding up his back. Did she realize how much she had his heart? Hell, he didn't realize how much until now.

"Sweet angel." He toyed with with her shirt, eager to get her out of it and touch her bare skin. Her lips were on his, trailing down his jaw, to his neck. Damn, damn her and her sensuous ways. She had the determination to make him lose it all right now. He pulled back, his hand still in her hair. Gently, he eased the hair band that held her long locks back. He watched as waves of raven black hair fell. Then he reached for the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. He tossed it to the floor and pulled his own off. Staring, Hunter cupped her face. He planted a kiss on one cheek. "You." He moved to the other. "Are." Then her lips. "Amazing." Her skin was soft. She reacted to the simplest touch of his fingers. Every once in a while she would let out a whimper. It only added to the fire Hunter felt. Becca lit him up and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her, hold her close and never, ever let her go.

"I love the feel of you." Becca's lips were swollen, moist from his kisses as she ran a hand along his middle, from his chest down, stopping at his jeans. Then her gaze flicked up to his face. "Do you have-?"

He nodded. "I did, just in case. With the way we've been lately, I wasn't taking any chances."

She sighed in relief. "I can't stop thinking about you in the most intimate of ways."

Hunter dipped his head and kissed her again. "You know, even though we have minimal light, I can see that you're blushing. It's damn hot, woman. I feel like I'm going to explode from all the little ways you are driving me crazy."

His hard-on pressed even more against his jeans and he finally tugged on the zipper of the pants, struggled a little with the button and they fell to the ground. He stepped out of them one leg at a time. He stood before Becca in his boxers as he watched with desire as she shimmied out of her shorts. She was down to her panties and bra now. He'd never, ever expected to see such an intimate side of Becca. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he made her out to he. Sexy little minx. She got to him in ways he could never experience with anyone else, nor did he want to. He wanted Becca in his world, in his bed and she was already in his heart.

He started to guide her toward the bed when someone knocked at the door.

"Oh shoot, we forgot about the room service." Becca giggled, nervous all of a sudden. Here they were, turned on like crazy and about to go even further. Now who was going to answer the door? She hardly had any clothes on and Hunter's hard-on would not go unnoticed.

"Not that funny, my little vixen." But he laughed, too. "Just a second!" he called out to the person behind the door.

Becca ran into the little bath area and grabbed her robe, slipping her arms through it. "There. I'll get it." She flicked her hands for Hunter to go be somewhere he wouldn't be seen. "You paid for this already over the phone, right?"

Hunter bolted toward the bed and dove under the covers. "Yeah. If you reach into my pants, grab my wallet and hand him a $10 for a tip."

Becca answered the door first. As soon as she pulled it open, the sweet aroma of dinner took over her senses. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled it! The man pushing the cart looked to be about Hunter's age. She couldn't help but notice how he looked her over, lingering on her chest a little too long. Dang it, did her robe come open a little? Suddenly very uncomfortable, she tightened her grip on the robe and focused on getting the cart in and paying the man before she possibly died of embarrassment. "If you'll give me a second, I'll get you a tip." She turned away, reaching for Hunter's wallet. Heat rushed to her face. She couldn't wait to put a closed door between them. How utterly embarrassing! When she turned back around, the money in her hand, the man's eyes still studied her.

"Have a great evening." He winked as he pocketed the bill. She closed the door immediately afterwards and leaned against it, her heart racing.

Hunter was the first to laugh. "What timing. Oh damn, what timing. I didn't want for you to have to open the door, but uh, I don't think the guy would have wanted to see Mr. Happy awake and rearing to go."

Becca's hand flew to her mouth as she choked back a laugh. "Oh, please don't tell me you really named your penis Mr. Happy. That's too..." She couldn't finish.

He flashed her a grin. "No, but it got you flustered again. Get your sweet self over here and finish what we started. What do you say?"

Shrugging out of her robe, Becca complied. She slipped under the covers next to Hunter. "Our food's going to get cold," she said coyly.

"I think we have enough energy to keep the room warm," he teased, leaning closer. He went in for another kiss. He removed the blankets from over them and laid Becca on her back. Her breath hitched. This was it. This would really be happening. She'd bond with Hunter on an even deeper level. She wanted this so bad, but in the same sense she was afraid of all the sudden changes.

Hunter leaned over her and touched her cheek. "We're about to cross that line," he said in a low voice.

"Cross the line?"

He nodded. "From friends to something unknown. There might be no going back."

"Hunter, we crossed that line the moment we kissed and thoughts of more popped into our heads." Becca sat up and reached for his hand, closing her fingers over his. "If there's anyone I'd want to fall for, it would be someone who has been the most understanding and caring person I know. You make me feel safe. You always have. So let me be the one to keep you safe, too. Let me take away your doubts and worries. Let me love you and hold you close. Will you do that?"

"Not only an artist, but a woman that has a way of words." Hunter beamed. "I couldn't ask for much more."

"I cook, too," Becca whispered, brushing her lips against his. "Another way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?"

He chuckled. "Angel, you're already in my heart. But I won't say no to a home cooked meal from a beautiful woman. I'll have to hold you to that when we get to Virginia. You, in my kitchen with an apron ... oooh, the images in my head."

Becca said nothing, only smiled. She sat up and unhooked her bra. Enough talking. She was ready for Hunter in more ways than one. His eyes lowered as she tossed it on the floor. Then he brought his gaze back to her face. Leaning closer, he ran his finger tips across her bare belly.

"That little interruption stole my chance to completely undress you the way I wanted. What would it take to get you back in your clothes so I can start over?" He quirked up a brow, his grin light and teasing.

"I think not," Becca giggled. "Save it for next time." She stopped at the realization of what she said. Next time. She could only hope. She loved the idea of many next times with Hunter.

"Next time? I like the premise of that." Hunter bent to press kisses along her jaw until he reached her lips. "Okay, If we're having a next time, then I won't beg to start over," he chuckled. Between his laughter, teasing and the way he kissed and touched her, Becca's heart went into overdrive. She was losing control, but in a good way.

They were really doing this. Making that jump. A nervous flutter danced in her belly, but she quickly brushed the feeling aside. She had nothing to worry about. They'd known each other so long, it felt right to finally explore the feelings she'd wondered about for a few years.

Hunter moved from her face and dipped his head lower, pressing gentle seductive kisses along the side of her stomach, then around her belly button. He flicked his tongue out, teasing. Becca gasped. Oh, he was going to extremes to drive her insane.

"I finally see so much more of what's underneath that halo," Hunter growled, raising his head. He ran a hand along her thigh. "I love what I see. I finally get to see all of you, inside and out. Bec, you just tell me what you are and aren't comfortable with, okay? I don't want to do anything to hurt you in any way."

She touched the top of his hand. "Hunter, come here. Kiss me, hold me. Take me."
Don't talk, just love me.
Her voice faltered a little, but she pushed past the nerves. This was Hunter. The man she'd known forever. The man she-

The man I love.

She loved Hunter Beckman. More than just a friendly love. More than love for a man that had been by her side and always looked out for her. She was in love with him.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted with a grin before honoring her request. Cupping her face, he kissed her with passion. Becca threaded her fingers together around his neck, holding him close. She closed her eyes and returned his kisses. His hands gently touched her all over her face, her neck and her hair. She was on sensual overload. Beneath him, she trembled slightly.

Hunter noticed and stopped. Becca snapped her eyelids open. There was very little light in the room, so she couldn't see his face. Just the silhouette of him.

"What is it?" she rasped. She cleared her throat.

"You're sure about this?"

"Of course I am. Are
you
sure about this?" She hoped he wasn't having any second thoughts.

"More than sure. I just want us to be on the same page. I want-"

Becca sat up and covered his lips with her own, urging him to calm his thoughts and succumb to the feelings. She just wanted to feel. Sure, she was nervous, but not because she didn't want to make love with Hunter. Becca wanted everything to be just right.

She moved away slowly from his lips, kissing his jaw, his neck, and started a trail down his chest to his stomach. She stroked his skin, rubbing in sensitive areas to the point that Hunter let out a moan. Becca reached lower and wrapped her hand around his cock. Hunter sucked in a breath as he reached for her.

"You amaze me," he whispered at her touch, his voice laced with emotion.

Finding a comfortable position, she situated herself to be able to kiss him and stroke him at the same time. Hunter moaned again and he reached for her. His lips met hers again as his body spasmed and shook.

He slid his hand down her side, moving lover until he rubbed her thighs. She let out a gasp. Hunter dipped a finger into her folds, amplifying the throbbing she already felt. It had been a long time since someone made it about her. Hunter found the right spots and he worked them like magic.

"I want to be inside you," Hunter pleaded, his fingers still bringing her surges of pleasure.

"Yes, please!" she panted.

Slowly, he extracted his fingers. Planting a quick kiss on her lips, he whispered, "Be right back." The mattress lifted as Hunter climbed out of bed. She heard him fumbling for something. A condom packet. Becca heard him tear the packet open. She lay on her back, catching her breath and patiently waited for Hunter to return.

He returned with another kiss. As he leaned over, Hunter brushed wisps of loose hair away from her face, then situated himself on top of her, settling between her thighs. He was on his knees, straddling her as he used his knuckles to knead her thighs. When the tip of his cock entered her, Becca gasped again.

"You okay?" Hunter asked in a low, smoky tone.

"More than okay. Love me, Hunter," she begged. Yes, he'd reduced her to begging. "Although, I missed the rolling on the condom part. You might have to undo it so I can help," she teased.

"I think not," Hunter scoffed. He shook from laughter. "You'll have to save it for next time."

"I like the idea of a next time," she whispered.

He chuckled again as he pushed further in, thrusting gently. "I do too, angel. Quit stealing my lines."

"Quit giving me good reasons to use them against you," she shot back playfully.

Hunter shut her up with another intense kiss. He moved slowly, making her crazy. Their bodies molded together as he lowered himself on top of her. She could tell he was trying not to be rough. She loved that sensitivity about him.

He flicked his tongue over the swell of her breasts and wondered how he got to this point. Just when he thought he couldn't find more reasons to need Becca more, he found many. When he tried to be careful with her, she wanted him to have everything he needed, too. Becca was perfect. Perfect in general, and perfect for him.

He loved her, needed her, wanted everything about her in his life. A summer would never be long enough, but it was a start.

As he buried his cock deeper inside her and his thrusts were becoming faster and more needy, Hunter's body shuddered in uncontrollable ways. He wasn't going to last very long. He'd already been nearly over the edge earlier. Becca whimpered beneath him. She dug her slender fingers into his back, the tips of her nails slightly puncturing his skin.