Heh. And why not? This is my erotic dream. I should have the luxary of a bed where we could continue our litttle...love play. Feeling wicked, I grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted his head back, sliding my tongue on his chin playfully.
Oh he liked that, I could tell. His sky blue eyes darkened with hunger but he did as he was told. Standing, he didn't let me go, holding me against him with my arms and legs wrapped around him as he walked towards...hey look! A bed! Niceeeeeeee.
He dropped me on the bed and I bounced a couple of times before settling down. I was about to pull him on top of me when I realized something. We weren't alone on the bed. Slowly, I turned and my eyes widened at what I saw.
Holy cow tits! My jaw dropped. Hunter!?
Somehow my little dream fantasy had popped Hunter in. It was like the wet dream gods had answered my prayers. I raked my gaze from the top of his head to his half exposed chest peaking through his white button down shirt. He looked back at me, eyes glazed with feverish sexual hunger. It was like he was stripping me with his eyes and I shivered, suddenly wanting that very very much.
Oh you naughty, naughty wet dream gods...THANK YOU!
I crawled on the bed towards him, sliding my hands slowly up his thigh as I drew closer to him. His hazel eyes remained locked on me, following every movement I made. He remained still even as I stopped by his side, face only inches away from his.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against his. A wicked shiver of delight went through me when I heard his throat rumble with a dark growl. Dream Hunter was like the real Hunter...so friggin hot and sexy as hell. Everything about him oozed sexuality and I loved it.
Without a word I straddled him and waited for his reaction. His predatory eyes remained focused on me but otherwise he didn't so much lift a finger to touch me. Well, I thought, wiggling my brows suggestively. Don't mind if I do.
I ran my hands down his broad shoulder through his shirt, loving the feel his muscles under my hand. But I would like it even more when his shirt is out of the way. I began to unbotton the rest of the bottons of his shirt and something about it was so damn exciting.
Maybe it was because Hunter just sat there, watching but never touching. Oh...he wasn't touching me but his eyes told a different story. They were smoldering, telling me exactly what he'd like to do to me but was biding his time. Waiting with patience to make his move.
When I was done with the buttons I parted his shirt, sliding the material down his shoulder. My eyes feasted on his chest, licking my lips. His golden sun kissed skin was smooth, chest hairless and toned all the way down to his abs. Ooooh, I loved his abs. It was so well formed with a killer six pack. I ran my hand down it just to prove to myself that it felt as good as it looked.
And boy did it ever.
I heard Dream Hunter hiss and I drew my hand back, smiling sensually. Oh, he didn't look so in control now...in fact he looked ready to pounce on me. Oh yeah, baby. I tugged the rest of his shirt off, suddenly feeling desperate. My body was still on fire and right now the desire in me demanded for him. For his touch.
And suddenly he was touching me.
The second his rough hands made contact with my bare stomach I moaned, throwing my head back as he slid his hand up from my stomach to my chest. I hissed with tortured pleasure when his thumb grazed over my nipple. His hand continued to slid up until it cupped the back of my neck, jerking my head down. He crushed his lips against mine and from there I was in heaven mixed in with a little hell because it didn't seem to be enough.
|Francisco Lachowski||as Giovannie "Gio" Moretti|
|Alex Pettyfer||as Hunter Evans|
|Zach Roerig||as Nicholas "Nick" Davis|
|Astrid Berges-Frisbey||as Genevieve "Jenna" Moretti|