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I take a step back and let the evening shadow hide me. He turns left and keeps going while I soundlessly descend the carpeted stairs and follow him.
When only three feet of distance is between us, I ask, “Looking for me?”
He stiffens and sucks in a breath. I feel kind of proud of myself. I’m sure it’s not easy to take this grizzly by surprise.
He slowly turns to face me. His deep eyes are guarded, studying me as if I am a predator ready to capture him. And I feel like one. I spent hours going over our previous exchange, trying to discern how his mind works, studying whatever I could find about him—and it was deliciously darker than I expected. That only gave me more reasons to be attracted to him.
I see the moment he recognizes me; his eyes widen almost imperceptibly and fall on my shaved cheeks. Does he like my beard-less face? Is he happy to see me? I can’t tell from his unreadable expression.
He’s so massive. I forgot how big his shoulders are. I suddenly feel the uncontrollable need to run my hands up his glorious biceps and squeeze his strong pecs. Would they be covered in curls or just peppered by them?
I’m undressing him with my eyes again. Oops.
I force my gaze back to his face. I have to tilt my head back to do it. If he is puzzled by this turn of events, he hides it well behind an unfazed mask.
He abruptly grabs my shirt and shoves me against the wall. Adrenaline starts pumping into my veins. I grin and lift my hands, showing him I’m unarmed.
“Why are you following me, Ramiel?” he hisses in my face, andpoof!my briefs melt along withmy inhibitions.
“While not against stalking, I’m not the stalker here.” I tsk a couple of times, just to let my words sink in. “You were watching me at the male strip club as you talked to the owner. Did he offer you a job? Stripper or bodyguard?” I don’t let him reply. But either a full-body check or a private dance from him sounds glorious to me. “Then there you were near the supermarket. How could you remain outside when there’s an aisle filled with artificially flavored chips right there? Also, I wouldn’t have renounced my prize at the Bingo parlorlike you did, but I have to admit, old Irene spitting her false teeth out in excitement at winning was priceless. Unless…your presence in all these places was purely coincidental. But wait, you don’t believe in coincidences, or God.” My smirk is quite supercilious,but I cannot help it.
His jaw tics as he keeps staring. I know I crossed the line a bit, but I dig that stern look on him. Having all his attention solely on me, the intensity of his gaze studying my every facial movement, makes me finally understand the saying aboutbutterflies in the belly. I have a swarm of them causing a damn storm inside me.
His expression turns wary. “You knew. You…lured me here.” His other hand moves against the wall a few inches from my face.
“Aren’t you impressed yet?” I let out a mocking chuckle. “I thought you were a smart guy, but you seem very confused by this.” His fist tightens on my collar while his other hand grabs my wrist and pins it to the wall.
Yes!The idea of him having his way with me against a hard surface makes my body suddenly awaken, faster than usual. My senses are filling in the gaps rapidly, and I start to feel his long fingers curling around my wrist, his hot body slightly touching mine, his minty breath on my face. His scent hits me, smoky, rich, and male, setting those butterflies’ wings on fire.
There’s no way Hunter is bad at fucking. Not when everything he does exudes power, fluidity, and heat. So much heat.
“I’m not the one backed against a wall.” He emphasizes his words by pushing his body more firmly against me while my free gloved hand falls on his wool sweater-clad, slightly round belly. He doesn’t try to suck it in, which means he’s confident in his skin. And that is anotherbig turn-on for me.
My smile broadens. I lean my head closer to him, and at the same time, push my interested dick into his thigh. A grunt escapes him, and my cock hardens. Well, I’m fucking human, and he’s not bad looking. The fucking opposite. That big, juicy mouth…I want to taste it. Now that my beard is gone, I can thoroughly enjoy it sans hairy obstacles. I slick my lower lip, and when I catch him following the movement of my tongue, I bite into the soft skin, feeling smug as fuck.
“Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?” I tease him. I know there’s a pistol under his jacket, but what I’m talking about is the biggie in his pants…a fucking bazooka pushing against my belly.
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, I quickly cock my arm back, letting my hand smack the inside of his wrist hard enough to make him release my shirt, and then I press my forearm forcibly against his neck. Using his body weight against him, I spin him back against the wall and reverse our starting position.
He’s bigger than me and stronger but doesn’t try to push me away. Whatever the reason, I don’t care. I just want to keep feeling. I grab his big hand and lift it near his face—imitating his previous act—stroking the calloused center of his palm with my pinky while my lower body forcefully grinds into his.
He’s getting harder and even bigger against my abdomen. Fuck yes!
“Who’s the one pinned now?” I whisper darkly into his ear. The smooth skin of his neck is such a temptation, I have to grit my teeth against it. But I can’t stop wondering what he would taste like. Salty? Sweet? Musky?
What the hell, I tilt my head back and bite his chin hard, letting the tip of my tongue have a quick tidbit. He tastes like fucking sin. Succulent and decadent.
He tenses but still doesn’t do anything to fight me.
Everynerve in my body is electrified, and I want to ride this feeling-wave so badly.
His eyes are laser-focused on me as his strong hand slides under my jacket, down my back, and toward my ass. He pauses a moment when his fingers bump against the knife I have tied to my side and then goes back to trailing down. I’m a second away from finally discovering what it will be like to be groped by the bodacious bear when his merciless fingers curl around my belt loops instead.
To pull me away? Keep me in place?
Serena’s next words are like a bucket of cold water on my lusty fog. “Body heat moving toward you.”
I swear under my breath and pull back, letting him go. It takes him a second too long to release his hold on my pants, but he does. The more distance I put between us, the more my body turns numb again. I fucking hate this part, but I’ve learned to live with it.
