But he had planned so carefully, all for her, to rewrite the fairytale to — "Oh, don't stop." He moaned as she licked his ear.
Gwen's nails dug into his neck as she pulled her body tighter against his. He was going to lose his mind if he didn't get her naked. He could see it now: madness by desire.
"Gwen." He placed her on her feet and tried to shrug out of his tight jacket. Why did this always happen to him?
With aching slowness she put her hands flat against his chest and helped push the jacket off, but not before nearly killing him in the process as she kissed and nibbled on his lips every few seconds.
Her hands untucked his shirt and lifted it over his head. Those same hands explored his chest, his stomach, every part of his body that was exposed.
"You are so strong," she murmured as she kissed his shoulder. Hunter felt his chest puff up, unable to help himself. It was what every gentleman longed to hear, You are so strong, so large, so capable, so sexy, so… He chuckled and turned her around so he could rid her of her corset. His nimble fingers worked across the strings. Once loosened, he dropped it to the floor, and she stepped out.
With a satisfied smirk he knelt down and slowly unrolled her stockings, kissing the naked skin on her thighs and moving down. He licked the smooth skin behind her knees, and bit along her tiny feet.
Shaking with desire, he tossed the stockings aside and then tugged down her drawers. They fell to the ground, but his hands remained on her hips as he examined her ivory skin, glowing in the firelight. Her beauty was too much — it was all consuming. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Gwen reached down and ran her fingers through his hair and then tilted his chin up. He opened his eyes and rose to his full height, then kissed her briskly across the lips and stepped back.
Naked.
Finally.
He grinned as he examined her nakedness from head to beautiful toes. Everything about her was perfectly proportioned to drive a man insane. And she was all his.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Red—
For you… I'd wait forever.
—Wolf
Hunter appeared nervous and if there was one thing she knew about Hunter, it was that he was seldom nervous. This was the man who'd practically tossed women's skirts in public and expected people to cheer for him in the process! His hands continued to shake in front of him as he brought each of her fingers to his lips.
"You are still dressed," she pointed out.
"That I am." He smirked.
With a coy smile, she knelt down and grabbed the knife she'd previously dropped. She pointed it directly at his chest. "Remove them. Now."
"Remove what?" He tilted his head and smiled that wicked, beautiful, insane smile.
"Your breeches. Now."
"So demanding."
"You think this is a game?" She grinned even wider and then walked behind him. And held the knife closer to his neck as she kissed and blew into his ear. "I'm not playing around." His skin smelt like soap and leather. She breathed it in, causing the knife to tremble within her hand.
"Oh, but I wish you would, sweetheart," he drawled.
Carefully, she lowered the knife to his pants. He tensed.
"Afraid?"
"You do realize you have a knife closest to what makes me a man."
"Do you trust me?"
"You ask me this now?" His voice was hoarse. She kissed his neck. He moaned. "Fine, yes, yes, oh, yes." He tensed again, this time trying to reach for her, but she quickly turned him around and stripped him of his clothes.
"I mean to repay you for tying me to a chair…" She hadn't ever allowed any of her escapades as a spy to get further than this, in fact she had no idea what she was doing, but she wanted to be owned by him, wanted him to make her his. But at the same time, she had a strong desire to make him suffer.
"I am not entirely comfortable with the look you have in your eyes, sweetheart."
"Rope?" She lifted an eyebrow.
Hunter's eyes widened. "We are both naked. And you want me to go searching for rope?"
"Precisely." She crossed her arms. He groaned, his eyes glazing over as he watched her chest rise and fall. "Hunter," she interrupted. "The rope, please?"
"Fine."
She watched him exit through the maze, his godlike body flexing in the firelight. So many muscles tensed and relaxed when he moved. She imagined she could watch him all day and never tire.
Within minutes he returned. "Rope." He lifted it into the air and then threw it at her feet. "Do your worst."
Gwen laughed. "You really should not have said that."
"I do not fear little girls in red capes."
"I am not wearing a cape, nor am I a little girl."
"Believe me…" His eyes caressed her body before he smoothly turned his head to the side and answered, "I know."
She tried to ignore the way his look made her face heat. "Besides, I've never been afraid of the big bad Wolf, and you did say we are rewriting the story. I imagine the Wolf is about to be begging Red."
"I never beg."
"We shall see."
His eyes brightened as she grabbed one of the chairs and motioned for him to sit in it. He licked his lips and sauntered over to the chair.
"Close your eyes," she ordered.
He did as he was told. Gwen smiled to herself, as she felt her body heat just watching her husband sit calmly, waiting for her. All hers. He was all hers.
"Now…" She purred as she approached him and began wrapping the rope around the chair. "Hold your hands behind you, and press them together."
Gwen tied the rope firmly around the chair and then used the ends to bind his hands together. When she was satisfied, she pulled back and grinned.
"Open your eyes."
Hunter smirked. "I'm not yet screaming, Red. Perhaps you are not as good a spy as you originally thought?"
"What? You think all I wanted to do was tie you to a chair? Make you uncomfortable?"
His mouth snapped shut, and he narrowed his eyes. "What is it you want?"
Gwen carefully walked toward him, knowing full well that the sway of her hips had him hypnotized. When she was finally close enough to touch him, she leaned forward, giving him full view of her feminine body in the firelight, and brushed her lips against his ear. "I want to make you burn."
Hunter swore. His body flexed as he tried to get out of the bonds. Gwen wagged her finger back and forth in front of him.
"Tsk, tsk." She wrapped her arms around his neck and then slowly straddled him. She might be innocent, she might be a virgin, but spying had given her one skill that no innocent maiden possessed.