His Love Lesson by Nicki Night Page B

breath on his arm as she slept. Remembering the sweet scent they’d created made his jewel stiffen against her backside. If he didn’t rein his thoughts in, he’d become hard as a diamond. Not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep, he adjusted himself and then got up, covering himself with one of the blankets.
    As Hunter walked through the cold, dark villa, illuminated only by the light of the moon, he thought about the fact that there was a good chance that he’d never see Chey again. He couldn’t understand why he was so drawn to her. Hadn’t he just gotten to a point in his life where he was no longer interested in indulging in meaningless trysts? Despite how reality stacked up against this notion, he couldn’t help feeling as though this was more than a tryst.
    Outside, Hunter could see that the power still hadn’t been restored. His eyes closed in frustration and he let the hand that he used to peek through the window fall hopelessly to his side. Maybe the outage wouldn’t affect his chances of getting to the airport. He had to make that flight. Rubbing the goose bumps that now covered his arms, Hunter felt his way through the spotty darkness and threw another log in the fire. He needed to use them sparingly.
    Hunter slid back under the covers, molding his body against Chey’s. She stirred in his arms, found a new position and settled back into her sleep. Hunter smiled when she ruffled the quiet with her light snore.
    Hunter recalled the stories about her hometown in Virginia. He’d never believed in the viability of long-distance relationships, but perhaps Chey could be worth trying one out. He needed to find a way to make this last longer than just one night.
    Chey was a refreshing departure from his usual cast of eligible women. She hadn’t once referred to any of her shoes or garments by their labels. Her boots were just her boots and her coat was simply her coat—none of that “my Prada shoes” or “my Louis Vuitton handbag” talk. She was unapologetically who she was. Grounded. Confident. Beautiful. Fun. In fact, he wondered if she truly realized how beautiful she was since it seemed like no big deal to her. Some of the women in his past all but added their beauty to their résumés, as if it were an accomplishment that they should continuously be praised for—should a man ever forget.
    As the firsts hints of day began to peek over the mountaintops, Hunter nudged Chey. The sight of the moon yielding to the superior light of the sun was too majestic for her to miss.
    Chey stirred again, finally opening her eyes at Hunter’s insistence. Blinking and focusing, she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. Angling his head to the side, he motioned for her to look toward the window. Together they sat up and watched the day take over the night.
    â€œThanks.” Chey smiled. “That was beautiful.”
    With Chey’s body cradled in front of Hunter’s, they sat watching nature’s show until the chill in the room became too much to bear on their naked skin. Rather than put on clothes, Hunter threw more wood in the fire and drew their makeshift bed closer to the fireplace. Pulling her back to his chest, Hunter wrapped his arms around her once again and felt heat rise in his groin. He caressed her hardening nipples, made trails down her torso and dipped his finger into her wet, heated cave. Chey’s head fell back against his chest and she maneuvered her hips, giving Hunter more access.
    Hunter licked his finger and turned her around for a direct taste. Burying his face between her thighs, he took her pearl between his teeth and determined that she was as succulent as, if not more than, he remembered. He had come to know her body during his intense study hours before and quickly had her singing a melody of pleasure that ended with bravado. He pulled himself away, slipped on a condom and entered her with an urgency that