"You wouldn't dare!" I gasp.
His smirk once again grew drawing out his beautiful, even dimples.
I was momentarily distracted, I didn't notice when he ran his hands up the length of my sides, wrapping around my shoulder blades pulling my chests flush against his before rapidly flipping us over, so his body was hovering over mine.
"I was hoping you would say that," He whispered into my ear, running gentle hands teasingly down my ribcage, shackling both of my wrists with one of his hands and pulling them above my head, securing them against the soft, emerald grass.
His face lowered into the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning over the overly sensitive flesh of my jaw.
"Because we both know that I would. . ."
He placed the softest of kisses against my throat, so soft I wasn't entirely convinced that I hadn't imagined it.
The hand that wasn't holding mine above my head was resting beside my hip and slid ever so slowly up to my restrained wrists releasing my left hand, engulfing it completely within his right.
It felt as if I was wearing a perfectly fitting glove.
Worn, rich leather, soft and warm blanketing over my hand.
Staring deeply into my eyes, he slowly started moving our conjoined hands, they were moving perfectly together, as one.
Making the descent down over the curves, dips and valleys of my chest and heaving body, getting familiar with the circuit, rounding back up he stopped just before the neckline of my shirt, his Glazier blue eyes darkening to thunderstorms.
Together with my palm flush against my skin, we pushed through, sliding into the restrictive lace cup, venturing for the hidden keys.
My mouth was hanging open, and my breath was caught in my throat, I was burning alive without him even having a finger on me.
His fingers may not be touching me, but his presence was covering and warming every inch of my body, driving me crazy.
My touch, his hand was moving further into the cup closer to where I wanted him, I resisted.
"I'll get them!" I release in a shaky breath, "what are we doing? Hunter? We're friends."
Hunter's face raises his eyes connecting with mine, "you don't think that it's a little late for that, Cupcake? Don't you think it's a little too late for friends?" He questions no longer moving our fingers, but also not removing them either.
"Maybe . . ." I breath, "but-,"
I push my fingers away from his wrapping them around the keys, pulling them out roughly, leaving Hunter's behind to slowly follow, his fingers are warm against me, trailing them sensually away from my needy flesh.
My face is flushed and my breaths are coming out in rapid pants, his face also looks a little warm.
"But it can't be," I whisper.
"But it is!"
***
The ride home was tense.
I can't help but feel as though I've somehow lost him, he's right here and my arms are wrapped tightly around his waist, but he's no longer with me, and I don't know what I can do to bring him back.
I've never felt more lonely in my life.
Hunter doesn't pull into the parking lot, instead chooses to idle in front of the curb, slamming back the kickstand, he reaches around and grabs my the tops of my arms placing me on the sidewalk.
"Wait," I try to say but he's already kicked off the stand, pulling off, leaving me behind, "I'm sorry," I whisper to his retreating figure.