Page 97 of Snow Hunted


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He didn’t answer. I could almost feel him staring at the door, daring me to walk away… or was it to walk in?

“I’m not going anywhere until you open this damn door.”

I heard him heave off the door and gathered myself as it slowly swung open.

I stepped inside and closed the door.

“Who in the hell do you think you are?”

He looked at the ceiling and then backed away.

“So this is how it’s going to be now.” I stomped over to him and shoved him.

He spun around so fast… too fast and grabbed my wrists. “Don’t.”

I tried to pull my hands free, but his grip tightened. Something about this interaction caused my stomach to tighten and my legs to quiver. I sucked in a breath and he quickly let go.

“You need to get control of yourself.”

“I have control.”

He cut his eyes at me, knowing that we both knew I didn’t.

I would happily strip him down right now and have my way with him… let him have his way with me if he just said the words.

My body craved him.

I craved him.

He walked over to his dresser and took his shirt off.

Fuck. Shit. Mother ass.

“Still under control?” He goaded.

“Fuck you.”

He smiled.

I let out a sigh of frustration, balling my fists up, twirling in a circle.

He waited until I stopped and then grabbed his pants around his waist, hesitating.

Was he inviting me to look or warning me to look away?

I let my bottom lip drag across my teeth and he slowly shook his head before pulling down his pants in one swift motion.

My stomach was tightening all the way down to my center. I could feel myself dripping with moisture and I knew he could tell because his eyes flashed for a second… hungry… wanting.

“You think I’m going to just run over to you and what? Fuck you?”

“Thought crossed my mind.”

“Do you want me to?”

He stared at me for a second, then pulled on another pair of pants.

My body was buzzing, being in the same room as him again.

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