Page 15 of Shadow Hunter

“Let me go,” she grumbled, attempting to shove against him again.

If she disappeared for long enough, someone would come searching for her. Wasting time ogling a hot man wasn’t in the cards for tonight—for any night—no matter how the feel of him pressed overtop her made her want to wrap her legs around him.She didn’t have time for this. Not while Caius lived and breathed. Besides, she didn’t know anything about this man.

And he’d held a knife to her throat for God’s sake!

Guess you like them toxic, huh?she chastised herself, bucking against him in a way that caused him to groan.

Her eyes shot to his, the pleasured look in his gaze instantly making her warm.

His ice-blue eyes locked onto her, so focused she thought she could drown in their intensity. Shit, she wanted to run her hands over his black, buzz-cut hair, down the sides of his neck and over those broad, muscled shoulders.

The thought alone sent a jolt of electricity shooting down her spine.

His voice dropped low. “Do that again and I’ll make usbothmoan.”

He said the words as if they were a threat, but he couldn’t possibly know she was just as affected as he was.

Could he?

A brief silence passed between them, those haunting blue eyes still boring into her.

“I guess I’m not really in a position to bargain, am I?” she whispered.

He glared at her. Clearly, he wasn’t a vampire, or he would have sunk his fangs into her throat by now. But he was just as mesmerizing as one. Just as intense.

Just as dangerous.

She cleared her throat. “One of us has to go first, and from your stiff upper lip, I can tell it’s not going to be you.” She sighed. “If I start talking, will you at least let me go?”

His head quirked a little. “Do you want me to?”

She bit her lower lip, stifling her response, before she sighed again. Good Lord, he was dangerous. Far, far too dangerous. “Yes,” she said, reassuring herself as much as she was him. “Yes,I want you to let me go. Consider it a favor. Vampire hunter to vampire hunter.”

His brow furrowed, as if the words ‘vampire hunter’ confused him.

He scoffed. “You’re no hunter.”

Slowly, he pulled away from her, leaving her cold and breathless once more.

She tried not to consider how much a part of her wanted him to come back.

She scowled. “And who the hell gave you the authority to decide my title?”

She may not have been able to best him, but she wasn’t weak. Whoever he was, this guy had the strength of a vampire and the training of an extremely professional hunter, not someone self-taught, which meant…

Could he be from...?

The thought caused her to still.

No.She shook her head. No, what were the chances of that?

His eyes narrowed. “You’re alone? No one trained you?”

She nodded. “No one but my brother, so, yeah, I’m solo. You know, Solow—like my last name.”

Usually that got at least a little bit of a chuckle out of people, but Mr. Tall, Dark and Sexy didn’t so much as crack a grin.

He released her hands, still kneeling over top of her knees. She tried not to think of the way his hips had felt pushed against hers, and the obvious thickness she felt beneath his belt buckle.

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