Page 20 of A Hunter Cursed
He smiled, letting his eyes go back to their usual blue. He heard her breath catch, saw her eyes flick down to his mouth before she asked rather eagerly, “Want to make out again?”
She didn’t need to ask him twice. Cupping his hand around the back of her neck, he leaned in and sealed his lips to hers.
Jeremiah hadn’t made out in a vehicle since he was a teenager in the throes of his first taste of passion. Older now, he preferred the comforts of a bed and assured privacy, but Keegan seemed to bring out the youthful, overeager pup inside of him.
Fuck, she tasted good and felt incredible. He wanted to grab her, pull her over the console until she was straddling his lap, only to be frustrated by the lack of space. Even with the seat moved all the way back to accommodate his long legs, he was too big, too muscular, filling the space too fully for her to fit comfortably between his thick chest and the steering wheel. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any discomfort, not when she was responding so enthusiastically to his kisses.
And the little eager sounds she was making in the back of her throat? They went right to his cock, swelling him to the point where he thought for sure he was going to bust the zipper on his jeans. He shifted in his seat in an attempt to ease the pressure and Keegan’s hand went straight for the straining placket, cupping him firmly, and nearly making his eyes roll back in his head.
His hand slid under the back of her top, his fingers finding warm, silky-smooth, slightly damp skin as he traced the line of her spine. His fingertips dipped below the edge of her jeans, finding the lacy edge of her panties.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound, louder than their heavy breathing, and entirely unwelcome, broke through the haze of lust and had both of them jerking apart. Keegan scrambled back into her seat and smoothed her hands quickly over her clothes and hair while Jeremiah took a second to make sure his eyes were their usual color.
Tap. Tap. Tap.This time more insistent, and Jeremiah glanced at Keegan to make sure she was ready before he rolled down his steamed-up window.
The beam of a flashlight hit him straight in the face, nearly blinding him, but not before he’d seen the fresh-faced, uniformed officer standing outside.
“Evening folks. Everything okay in here?”
Jeremiah pasted on his most charming smile. “Everything’s fine, officer.”
That beam of light swung to Keegan and moved over her from head to toe. “Ma’am? Is everything all right here? Do you need assistance?”
Keegan’s cheeks were bright red in embarrassment but her eyes were twinkling with suppressed mirth as she nodded vigorously and squeaked out, “Fine. I’m fine.”
Her lips pressed together and then disappeared entirely as she tucked them between her teeth in an attempt not to laugh and Jeremiah almost lost his own battle with humor.
The officer hesitated for a moment before he nodded, lowered his flashlight, and turned his attention to Jeremiah. “You folks need to move along now. Take this someplace else.”
He nodded, and had to clear his throat before he choked out, “We will, officer.”
The man gave two raps on the outside of the door with his knuckles before sauntering off, tucking his flashlight back onto his belt.
Laughter exploded inside the Suburban as they both gave in to the hilarity of the situation.
“Oh, my God!” Keegan gasped out between chuckles. “If there were ever a time and a place for an illusion spell, that would have been it. I’m so embarrassed.”
Jeremiah wiped his streaming eyes as he attempted to bring his laughter under control. “It could have been worse,” he pointed out.
“Five minutes more and it would have been,” Keegan told him before dissolving into another round of laughter.
Grinning, Jeremiah shook his head and put his beast of a rig into drive. “Let’s get out of here before he comes back.”
“I actually think I’ve worked up an appetite if you want to find someplace where we can eat this food.”
Though his appetite – despite the interruption – was now for another, much tastier dish in the form of Keegan Bishop, Jeremiah replied, “I know just the place.” After all, it was a point of pride that shifters always took care of their mates, and Keegan may not know it yet, but Jeremiah could feel it, deep in his bones, and like lightning through his veins, reaffirming what he had already known: this woman was his.
Chapter Eleven
Jeremiah took Keegan to one of his favorite spots with a great view of the city lights so they could eat the food the restaurant had packed up for them. Honestly, he would have liked to have gotten back to the kissing, but once they’d finished eating, Keegan had asked to see his wolf. The request had both surprised him and thrilled him.
Getting out of the Suburban, Jeremiah scouted the area to make sure no one else was around. Satisfied they were alone, he stripped off his shirt and then hesitated. “Are you sure?” he asked, his hands on the button of his jeans.
Keegan’s response had been an eager nod, her plump bottom lip tucked enticingly between her teeth as her eyes devoured him. The sensual sight nearly made him groan.
His fingers were making quick work of his pants when Keegan suddenly held out a staying hand and blurted, “You’ll still be you, right?”
