Hunter by Margaret Madigan
Series: The Caine Brothers #1 Genre: Contemporary erotic romance Publication Date: October 19, 2015
EXCERPT Hunter went right back into the bathroom to do whatever he intended to do to get that roaring erection under control. Allison pondered following him and helping him out, one way or another. Two things stopped her; first, her legs were so weak from that flipping amazing orgasm that she didn’t think she could walk across the room, and secondly, the anticipation of owing him heated her all over again. While he’d showered the first time, she’d moved all their luggage to the closet. Now, she went to find a dry pair of panties. She changed them and sat on the bed, waiting for Hunter and remembering his fingers on her and in her. The ghost of his touch still lingered on her skin and in the receding pulse of her orgasm. If that was just a sample of what they’d do to each other, she didn’t need to sleep on it. To hell with caution, she was ready for more. But apparently he’d decided they’d stick to the agreement. It didn’t take long for him to finish, and when he left the bathroom this time, he looked like he could barely contain his triumph. Like by making her come like that he’d proven some primal point. Like he’d achieved a coup, vanquished a rival, swept in and made a hostile takeover. He puffed his chest, threw his shoulders back, and pretty much strutted into the room. “Kinda proud of yourself there, chief?” she asked. “Maybe a little. Where’s my suitcase?” She pointed at the closet. He went in and rummaged, coming out with charcoal slacks and a blue shirt. He laid everything out on the bed, then paused. “There are four restaurants here. Any idea what you’re hungry for?” she asked. “Seriously, you have to ask?” She looked at him, saw the unfiltered lust in his eyes, and remembered he still hadn’t been properly taken care of. A little bit of waiting wouldn’t hurt Mr. I-get-everything-I-want-when-I-want-it CEO. Might build some character. “Patience is a virtue, you know.” “I don’t like to wait.” “Waiting makes everything better.” “Bullshit.” “You’ll see.” He rolled his eyes, and she smiled. This weekend could be a lot of fun. “Are you going to sit there while I dress?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” “Yes. But if you do, we won’t be waiting for tomorrow. If I get naked with you now, you’d better be ready to skip dinner and forget about sleep for most of the night.” “Well, then. I’ll step out and let you dress. Because I’m starving.” “Coward.” She slid off the bed, laughing at his fake insult. As she passed him on the way to the door, she grabbed the edge of his towel and yanked it off. He growled and reached for her, but she squealed and ran for the living room. She flopped onto the couch, giggling like a little girl, but when she looked back to the bedroom Hunter stood in the doorway, naked as the day he was born, the single most glorious man she’d ever had the privilege to witness in the nude. He’d reached up and hooked his fingers over the top of the door jamb, and lounged there casually displaying himself for her perusal. She had no doubt he meant for her to understand what she was missing. Her skin tingled, and her mouth watered in appreciation. She’d need to change her panties again. Tall, tan, lean, and hung, Hunter made the perfect argument without even saying a word. “Wow.” How she managed even one coherent word, she had no idea. He grinned. “Damn right, wow.” “Ego much?” He shrugged and turned back to the bedroom, giving her a great view of his ass. Waiting for tomorrow would be a serious challenge, but she didn’t like to lose any more than he did, so she’d wait. Until then, she’d have as much fun teasing him as possible.