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For both of us.

With the way he was looking at me, I could swear he was eager if not considering eating me alive. The thought alone created a number of tingles. I was suddenly lightheaded, enough I needed to ground myself. My choice? Placing my hands on his chest.

Now he lowered his gaze, but there was no way he was able to see what I’d done. He felt my touch. “He’d pretend to be her friend, making it safe to trust him. Ensuring she felt protected as long as he was near.”

His voice was barely a whisper, dark and husky, his storytelling keeping the tingles while adding a deep throb in my core.

With the light breeze squeezing between us, strands of hair were tickling my face, getting in my eyes and making focusing on him with the one hundred percent desire I wanted impossible. He cocked his head, his nostrils flaring as he gently tugged them from my lip gloss, easing them behind my ear. Then he shifted so the wind wouldn’t be a problem any longer.

I curled his shirt into my fingers, finding the closeness both oppressive and exciting.

“Would it be all pretend?”

“Mmm… A good question. Not all, yet enough to feed his true personality.”

A single finger slipped between two buttons on his shirt, the tip brushing delicately across his heated skin. When a white-hot jolt of current rushed down my arm, I was certain my fingertip would be seared from a burn. “Which is?”

“A hunter. A beast who once he catches his prey, claims every… single… inch.”

His breath scalded my skin, his words lingering in the darkest portions of my mind. Or I should say, a sinful promise made.

And all I could think about was what a lucky girl to find herself a dark and hungry beast.

With our bodies so close, our lips even closer and his pulse as rapid as mine, we were both too intoxicated by the other to make any sense of what we were doing.

Or maybe we just longed for a single night of letting go.

Of being the hunter and the hunted.

My breathing ragged, I did the unthinkable, a behavior completely unlike me. I darted my tongue across the seam of his mouth. An invitation so blatant there was no taking it back.

Even if I wanted to.

Another low-slung, husky growl permeated the night air just before he crushed his mouth over mine.

CHAPTER 10

Chelsea

Talk about a kiss.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Lights were flickering over my head, bright and colorful and my pulse was off the charts. He was that good. A man named Roy was the best kisser I’d ever experienced.

I could say all the reasons about why indulging in even a single night with the man was the wrong decision. I could try to fight the desires burning deep within, pretending as if it would be better for both of us in the end, but right now, nothing else mattered but the feel of him touching me.

Kissing me.

The heat of his body transferred to mine, pushing our boundaries while there was no anticipation of anything but tonight.

And it felt damn good to let go.

The kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, so hot and heavy that I was trembling all the way to my core and beyond. So on fire, my skin would likely melt. I slipped my arm over his shoulder and under his thick hair, squeezing his neck as he pressed me against the door.

His body molded perfectly with mine even if he was several inches taller. As if we were made to be together, fornicating in filth. The thought was deliriously tempting, keeping the rush of need building to a precipice with a steep drop-off.

But neither one of us seemed to care.