Page 103 of Only the Hunter

Her hips shift as her knees bend then straighten.

I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, up her spine. She shivers under my touch.

“You’re beautiful,” I say. “Do you know that?”

“Gabe—”

“Say it.”

Her ass presses into my palm as I caress her.

“I—” She hesitates.

“Say it, Evie. Tell me you know how beautiful you are.”

“I’m beautiful,” she whispers.

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful.”

“And sexy as fuck.”

She bites back a laugh. It’s not a giggle. My Evie doesn’t giggle. “I’m not saying that.”

I lean forward to nip her ear, then brush my lips along her lobe, to the spot along her neck that has her pressing her hands harder into the mattress.

“But you are.” I lean over her, lips at her ear. “And you’re mine.”

She moans softly.

I straighten and strip off my own shirt, then my jeans, leaving them on the floor. When I press against her from behind—skin to skin—she gasps.

“Feel that?” I ask, grinding my hips, my length flat against her. “That’s what you do to me.”

“I didn’t know.”

I find that hard to believe, but she pushes back against me, and the pressure is spot on.

“Say my name.”

I reach around her, cupping her breasts.

“Gabe.”

I tweak her nipples. “Again.”

“Gabe—”

I slide my hand between her legs, finding her slick and ready. “Fuck, Evie. You’re soaked.”

She whimpers, hips rocking to press herself into my hand.

“You like this,” I say. Not a question.

“Yes.”

“You like me taking control.” That’s what I wondered. Hoped.