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He handed his glass to Dash, then moved to the other side of the enclosed balcony to get a better look at her. His blood heated up as he clenched his jaw. The guy she was dancing with had the fucking balls to curl his hand over her hip as she writhed her back against his chest. Hunter could see his lips moving against her ear. What the fuck was he saying to her?
He could hardly contain himself. He envisioned ripping the guy’s hand off completely, then his head.
Kensley Reid belonged to him.
He didn’t even hear Dash asking him what was wrong before he stalked from the private balcony, ignored the elaborate elevators, and took the stairs, three steps at a time, to get to her.
She didn't see him coming, and neither did the asshole, not until Hunter had dragged her out from under his hold and gripped the guy’s throat in one hand. He wasn’t above squeezing, just a little, to let the bastard know he was messing with Hunter’s property.
Kensley looked at him in utter shock, her mouth moved, yet no sound came from her lips. But soon her surprise and disbelief turned to outrage.
“Let him go. Are you nuts?” She cried, trying to undo Hunter’s hand from around the man’s throat.
“You know this asshole?” he asked, his fury almost blinding him.
“No, but that doesn’t give you the right to—just let him go right now, you buffoon,” she yelled, stamping her foot. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” she kept repeating to the guy.
Dash's security was already on them, but they knew Hunter and just stuck around while he concluded his business. Hunter slowly dropped the guy from his grasp, and then he stood facing her. Everything else around him disappeared. There was only her and him.
He didn’t expect her next move. She took one glance at the guy, probably to see if he was okay, squeaked something inaudible, then... fled.
She disappeared into the crowd, but all his senses seemed inherently fixed on her, and he found her quickly enough. He slowed his pace, like a hunter, and stalked her, wondering where she planned on going and how far he would let her go before he closed in on her.
She slipped out the doors at the entrance, repeatedly looking back to see if he was following her, but Hunter stayed out of her line of sight and quietly trailed after her up the street.
While it wasn't completely devoid of nightlife activity, it was still fairly quiet.
This time, when she turned again to check behind her, he let her see him, and only him, stalking her. He guessed he looked formidable to a little virgin like her.
She sped up, switching between fast walking and jogging in her high heels on the cobblestone sidewalk. But he had played with her long enough, and he needed to have her in his arms at that very moment.
He covered the gap he kept between them. Her scent, lingering in the air behind her, hit him first before he made a grab for her around her waist and pulled her into an alley where he pinned her against the semi-gloss wall of The Venus Night Club, right between two giant concrete square potted plants with tall fluorescent lights sticking out from each of their centers.
His body pressed into hers, giving her no room to escape as he shielded her from anyone else’s sight. Her pink lips trembled as she struggled to breathe. Her beautiful eyes turned to gold, still filled with a mixture of feisty fury and a bit of apprehension.
He wanted her. All of her. Right there.
She trembled against him, struggling to escape as she tried to push at his chest with her fists, her tiny handbag still grasped in one of her hands. She opened her mouth to say something, probably to call him an imbecile or a caveman or something like that, but nothing mattered except touching her.
He lowered his head, her staggered breath whispered against his lips. He ran the tip of his tongue over her velvety bottom seam, then captured her gasp in his mouth before he sucked on her lips. She softened against him immediately, and his cock throbbed tenfold more.
She tasted like strawberries and bubblegum. He needed to touch her and feel her wetness. Just one touch. He deepened the kiss, sucking through the flavors of her mouth so he could get to her natural taste. There, she tasted like sunshine.
She melted for him now, her body pouring over him like hot silk as she let him take control of her mouth. Everything about her now penetrated every cell in his body.
She touched the tip of her tongue to his, and he roared against her. His heart imploded, and his blood heated as the sweetness of her essence made his cock ache to be inside her, so deeply that he wanted it to hurt.
He released her lips and then stared at her. Her eyes had darkened and glittered now with a myriad of emotions. His hand slid from her cheek to wrap around the side of her throat. For a minuscule second, she stunned him into feeling something other than plain fucking lust. He had thirty days with her, and that was it. Thirty days.
He captured her wrists in one of his hands and lifted her arms over her head, stretching her body until she was forced to curve her back for him. He took her bottom lip and sucked on it before he inched down her throat, marking her with his teeth and licking his way down her sexy-scented flesh.
He ran his hand down the curve of her body, over her hip, and around to cup her ass, bringing her closer to his hardness.
She clutched his shirt with her free hand, while her other still held on tightly to her handbag. His hand found the slit on her dress and swept over her silky thigh as his mouth took full ownership of hers again. His palm slid upward.
Just one taste.
“Open your legs for me, Kensley,” he growled in her ear before nipping her.
