That’s a lie. Nothing about this is safe. She is dangerous to everything I’ve wanted. Still, I don’t let go of her.
“Everyone can see us,” she protests.
“Good, because I’m your boyfriend, right? We need to sell this if we don’t want people questioning your past and finding out more than you want them to.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I squeeze her hips harder, and a gasp slips out of her. I worked her so good last, I'm surprised she can stand.
“Yes, I am, and it’s important that prude sonofabitch knows what he’s missing.”
Red may think this is some pissing match between me and the goodie two shoes, but it’s more than that. He needs to see all he had, all the sexuality and power that swirls around her. How he didn’t appreciate what he could have had. I’ve seen all of her power and sexuality and I’m still in awe.
Red needs to know the truth. She can’t see it, but I’ve got a full view now. “He wanted you then, he wants you now. But on his terms. Hunter thinks you aren’t powerful enough for him, but he’s wrong. You are far more powerful than he can imagine. Seeing you like this, confident, in your element, he’s drawn to you. And that scares him. It should.”
Even from here, I see Hunter's eyes darken with lust, anger, and jealousy.
Perfect.
That’s when I dip my lips to the slope between her neck and shoulder. Unable to help myself, I nuzzle the soft skin there. My tongue darts out and I taste her. A low hum escapes me. “You are far sweeter than any of those little cakes your Gigi could make.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” she says, though it’s breathy. She doesn’t even realize she’s adopted my favorite adage.
“Now I know you are this sweet everywhere.” I muse, before latching my mouth to that spot again, swirling my tongue against her warm, soft skin. I lift my gaze to meet Hunter’s in an open challenge. His jaw clenches.
“And to think that prude boy has no idea what heaven lies at your lower lips, has no idea what you sound like as you scream for more. What a fool.” My hand slides down her side, curving to slide down her backside. The bulge of her phone, tucked in her back pocket, keeps me from squeezing the perfect globe of flesh. I want to take a bite out of it right here.
Electricity zips off her skin and races through me. Again, that deep part inside me opens up and beckons her flesh as if it were the home I never had.
“Stop,” she says, but it’s so faint, even she doesn’t seem to believe she said it.
The energy continues to come alive and wrap around us. This crazy little redhead is unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and the things she makes me feel. . . There is still something between us, something unsatisfied. I don’t want to fuck her or get her off. I want to make love to her slowly, thoroughly, and look deep into her eyes and feel like I’m not alone.
My teeth grate across her skin, and I’m possessed by the intense need to mark her. “I don’t know if I can stop,” I confess before dropping another light kiss to her neck.
Hunter turns on his heels and walks out.
Good boy. Leave rather than make a scene, you fucking idiot.
But Red is worth making a scene over.
“I hate you,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t.”
“I hate me too, for giving into your sickness.”
I grab her arms and whip her around. “Don’t you feel better? I can even touch you right now and you don’t dissolve into a puddle of need. Because of me, you can focus on your surroundings, and you can focus on your ridiculous little life.”
She pulls out of my grip. “My life isn’t ridiculous.” Her eyes meet mine and I don’t try to hide the fire blazing in them. I let her see all my need, my desire. She may be sated, but nothing will ever get the taste of her out of my mouth now. Even though we avoided mating, I’m well and truly fucked.
“I. . . I,” she falters, as if pulled into the gravity of me. “I need to take out the trash.” She stalks past me.
I grab her arm, stopping her. She is so wound up, she doesn’t notice my other hand slipping the phone out of her back pocket. I lean over and whisper in her ear. “Admit it Red, you’re still as hungry for me as I am for you, heat or not.”
The fuck am I doing admitting this? Still, I can’t stop myself. I need to hear her say it.
She rips her arm out of my grasp again. “I need some fresh air. The presumption in here is suffocating.” Then she throws over her shoulder before she stalks off, “Don’t follow me.”
