A dull flush stained his cheekbones. “It shouldn’t be with someone pulling your hair.”
“Why shouldn’t it be like that? What if that’s what I happened to want?”
He cursed, wadding up the condom with a tissue from a box on the coffee table, then pulling up his pants and setting his clothing right. “You can’t want that.”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t want.” She felt suddenly furious with him. For questioning her and the choice she’d made. The one that had made her feel so powerful and strong for the first time in her life.
He looked down at her, still dressed in his suit. Like he was on his way out to the office or wherever it was he worked. As if he hadn’t just given her the orgasm of the century. While she was naked and bent over his couch, almost broken apart by the pleasure he’d given her. “How can you even know what you want without any experience?”
“You patronizing prick.” Hell no. She wasn’t going to put up with this. She wasn’t going to let him question the sex they’d just had. “My first time can be however I want it with whomever I damn well choose! On the floor, over the couch, on a kitchen bench, wherever! If I want it rough, then I’ll have it rough. Or slow. Or tender. Or with whips and chains, if I like that kind of thing.”
The red staining his skin deepened, a dark fire burning in his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Is that so?” Completely ignoring the fact that she was naked, she stalked over to him and jabbed a finger at his chest. “Perhaps
you’re
the one who doesn’t know what he’s talking about, Mr. Uptight.”
Hunt’s dark brows descended. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Yeah, he was scowling but she could see the dark glitter in his eyes, not to mention the bulge in his pants. She let her finger trail down his chest and over his abdomen, brushing his cock, loving the shiver that shook him as she did so. “Uh-huh. Ridiculous. Right. So, have you ever done any of that? The kitchen bench? The whips? Or the chains?”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, grabbing her wrist and holding her tight. “Don’t do that.”
“Well? You haven’t, have you?”
“Stop pushing me, Snow.”
“Bullshit. I think you could use a good push.”
“Not tonight, I don’t.”
“So, is that it then? You had your brush with the wild side and now it’s time for me to go home?”
He moved all of a sudden, dropping her wrist to pull her in close, her body hard against his. “Did I say”—his hands slid down over her butt, squeezing gently, the ridge of his erection pressing between her thighs—“anything about you going home?”
Her breath caught, the anger burning out as quickly as it had come, the ache of desire beginning again. Just as well he wanted her to stay because she really didn’t have anywhere else to go right now. “Um … I guess not … .”
“You’re damn right.” He spread his hands, lifted her without any apparent effort at all. “But this time we’re using the bed.”
In the darkness of another room, he laid her down on a huge white bed, the sheets cool against her burning skin. She watched as he stood beside the bed and undressed, hungry for the sight of him. The room was dark but even so, she could see the hard lines of a muscular chest and defined abs. Lean hips and powerful legs. He pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with them, and she didn’t look away. She’d seen naked men on the Internet before but not one in real life. And even though he’d been inside her already, seeing him so hard and ready and … large, was still a shock.
Without any hurry, he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and took out something—another silver packet.
He handed her the packet. “I guess you’ve never put a condom on a man before, either?”
Pandora stared at the condom in her hand. “Uh, no.”
“Never practiced on bananas in sex ed at school?”
“Nope.” The private and very exclusive girls school she’d gone to had no sex ed.
“Do you want me to do it then?”
Her jaw firmed and she sat up. “Are you kidding me?”
He laughed, a soft, low sound that made her shiver. “That’s the spirit. I like determination in a woman. Do it right and you’re in for one hell of a reward tonight.”
Ripping open the foil packet, she took out the condom and began to gingerly roll the latex down over him. “Considering it’s my birthday tomorrow, I think I deserve a reward anyway.” She looked up at him. “Don’t you?”
The darkness of the room shadowed his face, the intense color of his eyes muted. He smiled, reaching out and cupping her face in his hand. “I think you deserve a lot of things, Snow.” His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Things you maybe don’t get, hmmm?”
A painful, tight feeling collected in her chest. Yeah, there were things she didn’t get. Plenty of things. Things all the money in the world couldn’t buy. Like freedom. Like closeness. Like touch. Like, shit, even friendship.
Things she would never have while she was Nick Garret’s daughter. Or Sergei’s wife.
Pandora turned her cheek against his hand and looked away. “Yeah. Maybe.”
There was a moment where he paused and she wondered if he was going to ask her more questions. But he didn’t. All he said was, “Back on the bed, sweetheart.”
Relieved in ways she couldn’t have articulated, she did as she was told, lying on her back, letting him spread her legs apart. He touched her, his fingers sliding over the slick flesh between her thighs, testing her gently. “Are you sore?”
“N-no.” Aching, yes. Sore, definitely not.
He bent his head, still stroking her, the muscles of her thighs tightening—hell, everything tightening—as she got a hint of what he was about to do.
Her fingers curled on the sheets. “Hunt … ”
“Hush. It’ll be okay.” His palms settled on her thighs, holding her legs apart, then he bent further and she felt his tongue against her clit, striking sparks through her body like a flint against stone. She gasped, quivering under his hands as he began to lick her, slow and easy, those sparks striking hotter, brighter with each lick.
It seemed impossible that anything could equal what had happened out in the lounge but apparently it was very possible. To have that sharp, intense pleasure leap into life inside her once more.
She dug her fingers into the sheets, her back arching, a long, low moan breaking from her. It was too much and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted … more. Whatever he could give her.
“Please …” she whispered brokenly. “Hunt … ”
But he kept it slow, leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. And only when she was shaking and on the brink of release, did he push inside her, making her tremble. There was no pain, no pain at all, or even discomfort. Just the sensation of fullness, of being stretched and opened. And it felt so good, that horrible, tightness in her chest vanishing until there was nothing but him. Nothing but the heat of his bare skin against hers, the delicious friction of his cock moving inside her, the spice and musk of his scent, and the feel of his arms as they wrapped around her. Gathering her close as he moved inside her. Giving her pleasure, so much pleasure she couldn’t stand it.
And when it got too much, she turned her head into his neck and buried her cry against his skin, light bursting behind her eyes as the climax swallowed her whole, barely aware of his groan as he found his own release.
Afterward, lying against his chest, still held tight in his arms, she closed her eyes, allowing herself a couple of minutes to relax.
She should probably leave, keep moving before her father turned the city upside down trying to find her, but she was tired and had no idea where she’d go after this. Being here, in his arms, made her feel safe. It was kind of weird she would enjoy the feeling quite so much, especially since safe wasn’t what she’d been looking for tonight. Yet she did now and she wanted to keep it. Just for a little while.
There was light against her eyes. Annoying light.
Pandora groaned and rolled over, trying to burrow her head under the pillow to escape it. Except the pillow wasn’t as light or as soft as her normal pillow. Nor did it give an inch as she tried to get her head under it. Come to think of it, it didn’t feel like a normal pillow, either.
Reluctantly she cracked open an eye.
Goddamn. It wasn’t a pillow at all but a muscular male arm. A bare, muscular male arm. She blinked, slowly connecting the arm to the rest of the man lying next to her. Also bare. Also muscular.
The Huntsman.
The air left her lungs and memory rushed in to fill the gap. Of the bar. The kiss. The limo ride. The apartment. The pleasure, so much intense pleasure.
She’d lost her virginity, had a one-night stand with a complete stranger and it had been … amazing.
And then she became aware of something else. That it was daylight. That she hadn’t slept for just a little while as she’d planned. Oh no, she’d slept the entire damn night.
Quickly she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Ten
A.M.
Panic slid icy fingers through her. Oh, shit, she was screwed. So utterly screwed. Both literally and figuratively.
Her father. He’d be looking for her. And she was still in New York. Still within reach.
Pandora sat up, her heart beginning to race, trying to think things through calmly and failing.
Okay, so her father couldn’t possibly track here, could he? Which meant she was safe, at least for a little while. Maybe she could wake Hunt up, ask him if she could borrow some money. Get his help to get her out of New York.
No, that was a stupid idea. She didn’t want to involve him. If her father ever found out who he was, she wouldn’t be the only one who was screwed. He would be, too.
Maybe it was best if she left now and—
From out in the lounge came the unmistakable sound of the elevator doors opening.
And panic gripped her even tighter.
There were many other reasons for those doors to be opening. For someone to come into Hunt’s apartment as if they owned the place. A family member or, worse, a girlfriend.
But a sixth sense honed by time and experience told her it wasn’t either of those options. Which left only one other: her father had found her.
She swallowed, glancing at the man beside her, his dark, beautiful face relaxed in sleep.
No, she couldn’t wake him. He’d probably come racing to her rescue and she couldn’t allow that. He didn’t deserve to get mixed up in her family shit when he didn’t even know who she was, it wouldn’t be fair.
She had to face her father alone.
Pandora’s heart pumped furiously but she fought the fear. She wasn’t going to let it get to her. Not after last night. Hunt had given her a glimpse of her own power and she didn’t want to give that up.
She didn’t know how her father had managed to track her down, but one thing was for sure: he’d kept her locked away for far too many years and now that she was out, now that she’d had a taste of freedom, there was no way in hell she was going back.
Carefully she pulled the sheet off the bed without waking Hunt and wrapped it around herself. Then, taking a deep breath, she walked out of the bedroom.
Sure enough, when she stepped into the lounge, there was her father standing and staring at the scraps of red silk on the floor—the remains of her clothes. Thing One and Thing Two flanked him, staring around the apartment, all dark suits and menace.
She stopped. Braced herself. “Looking for me?”
Nick’s head snapped up, his cold, dark eyes meeting hers. Widening. “Well, well, well,” he said after a moment. “There you are, Pandora. You’ve led us on quite a chase.”
Thing One and Thing Two smiled at her, like she was an old friend they hadn’t seen for a long time. But she could see that they were angry, too. Of course they would be. Nick probably would have punished them for letting her escape and she’d bet anything the punishment wasn’t pleasant.
Well, that was too bad. They could suck it. She wasn’t going back.
“What are you doing here, Dad?”
“I might ask you the same thing.” His gaze dropped to the sheet wrapped around her. “Though, I can guess.”
She resisted the urge to pull it tighter—to hell with being ashamed or embarrassed about what she’d done. “How did you find me?”
“You think turning off your phone is enough? I have eyes and ears all through this city, sweetheart. You know that.”
She swallowed. “I’m not going back, Dad. Understand that right now.”
He smiled and her heart contracted. She knew that smile. Like a shark’s. Whenever he was very, very angry he smiled like that and when he did, everyone knew that the consequences were going to be very bad indeed.
“The car’s downstairs, Pandora,” he said calmly. “I’d get down there now if I were you.”
She’d never argued with her father before. Never refused to do what he wanted her to do because she didn’t have any power of her own to fight him with. The couple of times she’d made a token rebellion he’d taken away her Internet access. For a girl stuck in a tower, her life curtailed by bodyguards and walls, a computer her only escape, that had been akin to blinding her.
But last night she’d gotten out. Taken a step into the real world, not a virtual one for once. And discovered a power she never knew she had. A power she was damn well going to use.
“No,” Pandora said.
Nick’s smile flickered. Became colder, more fixed. “Get in the fucking car.”
“No, Dad. I’m not getting in the fucking car.” She met his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere with you ever again.”
“We’ll do this the hard way then.” He made a gesture and the two bodyguards began to advance on her.
“Lay a finger on her and I’ll rip your fucking arms off.”
The breath left her body at the sound of Hunt’s voice, low and deadly behind her. Oh, God. He must have woken up. What the hell was he doing out here, the idiot? Didn’t he know how much danger he was in? She whirled around in time to see him advance into the room wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans.
Jesus, even now, with her father here and her newfound freedom at risk, all she could think about was how hot the guy was.
“Don’t,” she began. “You should have—”