Page 17 of Shadow Hunter

Good Lord, she wanted more. She gripped his shoulders then, digging her fingernails in as she pulled him closer. He growled against her, bucking his hips forward until they were pressed against the wall once more, the length of him bracing her entrance through their clothes.

Enough to make her molten.

The warm scent of his aftershave filled her nose, musk, and sandalwood. Heady and intense, just like he was, and another wave of heat rushed to her core, as she rocked her hips against him. She didn’t even know his name, but her body was screaming in need.

She’d never wanted anything, anyone, so badly in her life. Every inch of her skin lit up as arousal rushed through her. With harsh, frenzied movements he lifted her, so her torso was cradled in his arms while her hips were still pinned beneath his, her legs wrapped around those glorious hips. The hard length of him pressed against her again, and she felt herself begin to rock in rhythm with each sweep of his tongue inside her more, eager for more.

No man had ever had such a powerful effect on her.

She wanted, no,neededmore.

Somewhere in the distance, she was vaguely aware of the sound of an opening curtain.

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” an unknown voice said. “Didn’t know the room was taken.”

The intruder left, and within an instant, his lips were gone.

Just as quickly as they’d came.

She gasped for air. Her world seeming to spin, though he still held her in his arms. The chilled air inside the club hit her lips, and her hearted thumped hard in her chest.

Near desperate for him.

He lingered over her, his face barely inches away. “You taste even sweeter I thought you would, Shortcake.”

Those wicked words should have thrilled her, but instead, there was something almost…pained as she stared into his gaze.

Something she was certain he didn’t want her to see there.

Quickly, he released her, walking to the other side of the room, as her head slowly began to clear. A distraction. He’d kissed her as a distraction she realized.

She’d said people had sex in this room, and someone had come in, so he’d deliberately given them the impression that they were having sex. She exhaled a long breath to collect herself, her mind still reeling. Without his weight overtop her, she felt…strange, uneasy, like a ship in a storm, without an anchor. She shook her head.

Logically, she knew that was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous.

He was a stranger to her and yet…

For some reason, she wished the moment hadn’t ended.

Catching her breath, she opened her mouth, struggling to get some witty quip to form, something that would save her dignity, but it was no use.

His kiss had ruined her, at least temporarily.

Finally, she managed to whisper, “What’s your name?”

“Damon Brock,” he said, his voice cold and distant, so different from before.

Clearly, he hadn’t been nearly affected the way she had been.

Tiffany leaned against the wall, completely stunned and uncertain what to make of everything that’d passed since she’d unsuspectingly walked in here earlier. Sure, she’d been kissed before. But not like this.

Not in a way that left her forever changed. Desperate for something she hadn’t even known she’d been searching for.

She closed her eyes, steadying her breathing once more. Every kiss before had meant nothing. Every one of them,because in truth, her heart hadn’t been in it. It’d always belonged to someone else before. Until now.

Until now that it didn’t.

Her gaze flicked toward Damon’s, his kiss still burning against her lips.

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