Free HOSTAGE (To Love A Killer) by Lexie Ray Page A

smoldering intrigue that matched his own. He ran the pad of his thumb across her lower lip, feeling its softness, studying how supple she was. And that’s when he saw it, the answer he wanted. Hunter slowly nodded.
                  Hunter allowed Ash to guide her, walking backwards to the bed, where he ran his fingertips up and down the length of her bare arms. He gazed deeply into her eyes and Hunter thought she detected an edge of brooding darkness just below the surface. She didn’t find it threatening, however, but alluring.
                  He grazed his fingertips across her lower stomach, having lifted the hem of her tee up. The sensation was relaxing, playful, and suddenly Hunter realized she was yearning for those hands to travel north to her breasts or south between her legs. That’s when she realized Ash knew exactly the effect he was having on her. He was building the craving inside of her, and it was working.
                  Hunter pulled her tee up and over her head and let it fall freely to the floor. The way her brown waves spilled back over her shoulders was seductive, and Ash felt himself straining against his jeans, as though every fiber of his being was dying to thrust inside of her and make a home deep within, working only to stimulate her to the heights of both their pleasure.
                  Ash cupped her breast in his hand, feeling the soft lace that covered it. They were so petite and perky, the nipples small and hard. It was as though Hunter had been made for him. She embodied everything that turned him on.
                  In an instant, he unfastened Hunter’s bra, lowering it slowly and savoring the beautiful sight of her topless. Soon he wrapped his warm, wet mouth around her nipple and sucked gently.
                  The sensation was highly erotic, sending ripples of heat flowing through Hunter’s aching loins. The way his tongue felt, hot, flicking her nipple, as his hands found their way to her round ass again to squeeze and tease her, was bringing Hunter to a new peak of desire. Of course she had slept with men before, sometimes for fun and often for money, but she had never wanted it, yearned for it, she had never ached for it like she was right now for Ash. These were uncharted waters.
                  Hunter realized she was reaching for him, feeling for the bulge under his jeans, almost as if by reflex or instinct. Her eyes floated closed the moment Ash’s lips found hers, leaving her breast wet from his suckling, cool in the air.
                  He unbuttoned her jeans without her noticing it. It was only when Ash began to tug them down, exposing the light pink panties she was wearing, that she realized her pants were coming off. And she liked it.
                  There was something incredibly sexy about looking down at Ash on his knees as he freed one leg from her jeans, then the other. The way his broad shoulder’s strained and rippled in the effort, the way his arms flexed and relaxed. He was a downright hunk, and he wanted nothing more from her than to witness her pleasure. The thought of it made her grow even wetter, surging with a sweet ache that burned stronger than it had until this moment.
                  He guided her to the bed, carving out room for himself between her legs, then lowered down until he was hovering, nose to nose, above Hunter.
                  She felt exceptionally sexy lying there beneath him, the lines of her nearly naked body, the curves of her breasts and hips, all within her periphery added to her arousal. Hunter liked the way his hips lowered further, pressing into the apex between her legs, as though he belonged there.
                  He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her for a long moment, then pulled back preparing to whisper in her ear, their new mode of communication during these titillating