So Rare (Boys of South Chapel #3)

25. Hunter

Chapter 25

Hunter

NOW

I wake with a start. Heat courses through my body, setting every nerve ablaze.

Sucking in a breath, I roll over. Instantly, I lock eyes with Greedy.

We don’t speak. We just take each other in, our faces inches apart, our bodies a tangled mess of limbs and sensation, memories, and desire.

I lick my lips on instinct, my gaze drifting from his eyes to his mouth, and cup his face, encouraging him to bring his mouth down to mine.

“You need sleep,” he says, his voice low and husky.

With a single shake of my head, I bring my lips close enough to touch his. “I need you.”

With a low hum, he relents, letting his eyes drift closed.

The first kiss we share is tentative and tender. Slow and languid, unhurried and sensual. His tongue teases mine. I capture his bottom lip and suck on it, desperate to show him just how much I need him. I want to crawl into his body and take up residence in his chest. I want him to plunge inside me, reuniting us in the most physical and emotional ways.

We exchange slow, steady caresses as we reacquaint ourselves with every inch of one another in the sanctuary of this bed. We savor each other, taking time to explore and build up the fiery frenzy stoking deep in my core.

Greedy ignites a sensation inside me that I thought I’d have to give up completely once upon a time. His desire for me is heady and intoxicating, and it’s made all the more sweet because of the history we share.

He wants me.

Despite who I am now, and how I’ve changed over the years, Greedy wants me still.

An urgency fills me at the thought. Fueling me. Taunting me. I can’t kiss him hard enough. Fast enough. Long enough. Panting, I break away to kiss his stubbled jaw and suck on his throat. Our mouths fuse together in desperation. Our bodies gyrate and meld together under the sheets in a needy, frantic rhythm.

That’s how I feel.

Desperate.

Needy.

Untethered from every excuse I’ve relied on since I returned to South Chapel.

Unable to function or think of anything but uniting with him, mind, body, and soul.

I’ve waited so long to love this man out loud.

I can’t wait another second.

In a frenzy, I claw at his T-shirt. Shove down the athletic shorts slung low on his hips. When he’s stripped down to his boxer briefs, I reach for my own top.

“Stop,” he demands, circling my wrists.

I freeze, panting.

“This stays on,” he tells me, smoothing the hem of his oversized jersey where it brushes against the tops of my thighs.

Big hands explore beneath the fabric. Then, rolling me to my back, Greedy mounts me, bracketing my head with his forearms and situating his lower body between my thighs.

I buck my hips, searching, writhing, pleading. “ Greedy .”

With his solid form hovering above me, he nuzzles into my neck, kissing me so hungrily the fervor travels right to my clit.

“Need you,” I pant, clawing at his boxer briefs until his cock springs free and there’s nothing left between us.

With a groan, he lifts his head, and in tandem, we shift until the crown of his length lines up perfectly between my legs.

For several heartbeats, we stay like that, watching one another, breathing the same air, our bodies humming with desire and carnal need. Our souls stitching together, creating a beautiful tapestry of hope.

“Please,” I murmur, craning up to kiss him once more. “Please, Greedy. I need you.”

Bright green eyes sparkle with unshed tears as his gaze finds mine. “You have me, Tem. Always. I’ve been right here”—he bends low, kissing the fabric of the jersey over my heart—“this entire time.”

I close my eyes, my breathing hitching in my chest.

Then, as I exhale, look up, and lock in on the first man I ever loved, he slides into me and begins to mend the sharp, jagged edges I had long accepted wouldn’t ever heal.