Page 71 of The Hunted
I choked on a laugh. “Bull. You can’t stay away from me.”
He palmed my swollen breasts as I pressed my ass into his erection.
“I feel your lust, Layla. You’re dripping wet, and I don’t even need to slip my hands into your panties to know.”
“Asshole.”
I could feel him grinning against my neck. “How was that dream you had?”
The lust coursing through me vanished, and I stiffened. “What the fuck?” I darted away, spinning on my heel, my eyes bugging out of my head. “How do you know about that?”
Sam raked both hands through his hair. “I don’t know.” He let out a frustrated breath.
We stared at each other beneath the dim lights overhead. Human against vampire. Hunter against the hunted. A force beyond our control was drawing us to each other.
I swallowed, the sound reverberating off the picture-covered walls. “You had the same dream?” I asked reluctantly, not sure I was ready to hear his answer.
He bobbed his head, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw a hint of apprehension, almost like he was freaking out more than me. “The feel of your hand around my shaft. The taste of your skin on my tongue.” He gripped his groin with his own hand, adjusting his bulging dick, which was molded in the fabric of his sweatpants.
I whimpered. I freaking whimpered like a woman who had never been laid. I was ready to strip naked before him. “So, you saw me naked?” Butterflies took flight inside of me and flapped their wings wild and crazy.
He licked his lips, his hand still seated on his cock, and I wanted to be that hand. “Beautiful.” His voice was pained. “You glistened with need.” He lowered his gaze as if he could see my pussy in the flesh.
“Erase me from your memory then—because you’ll only see me in your dreams.” Boy, didn’t that cliche ring true?
He threw his head back and laughed. “Dreams, real life, whatever. There’s no denying you want me.” He came toward me with a sense of purpose that would only lead to one thing—hot, steamy, and fiery sex.
I let the clothes fall to the floor and whipped out my hand, ready to gut him with the butter knife if he so much as touched me.
Again, he laughed. “Your dagger didn’t kill me, and you think that dull blade will?”
I aimed it at his dick. “I can try.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Layla. You don’t want to cut my cock off—you want to suck it so bad, your mouth is watering.”
Shivering, I backed up a step, then another, debating whether to run or give in. Fight or flight.Who am I kidding?I was ready for him to bend me over and fuck me from behind. I was ready to ride him, wild and fast and free. I was ready to do anything as long as he was inside me.
He held out his arms as he settled inches from me. “Do your worst. When it comes to my turn, I’ll make sure you never forget what it feels like to have sex with a vampire.”
I didn’t know if his cocksure attitude was irritating or turning me on. I dragged the butter knife along his erection, my pulse off the charts, my mouth dry.
He didn’t move as he watched me, moaning, breathing heavy.
I put pressure on the knife as I continued to swipe it up and down his massive erection, the tip almost peeking out of the waistband of his pants.Holy hell.He was commando.
I held back a whimper as I craned my neck up to meet the most brilliant silver eyes. It was as if the hornier he got, the brighter the hue of his eyes became.
“You have five seconds to decide what your next move is.” He sounded ready to rip off my clothes.
I tipped my head to one side, trying to give him the shyest look I could. “Or what?” My cheeks burned as he scrutinized me.
“You want me, Layla.” He traced circles around my nipples, which were swollen and poking against my bra. “And I’m not afraid to say I want you.” He pinched one nipple lightly. “We’re connected for better or worse. Not sure how, and frankly I don’t care how. You’re mine, Layla Aberdeen, and it’s time you come to terms with that.”
I’d only known him for a day, yet I felt as though I’d known him my entire life. I couldn’t deny that we were connected, sharing dreams and feelings. Hell, I wondered if he was also having visions like me.
“I can’t,” I said weakly, my shoulders slumping, the knife falling from my hand with a clang. “I don’t understand any of it.”
He leaned in, sniffing my hair before he threaded his fingers through it. “Maybe if you just went with what you feel, you might find the answers you seek.”
