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“Right. You just want to check out my ass.”
“Well... that’s a bonus. Why? Would you rather I go first so you can check out mine?”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re way too chipper for someone who got shot in the leg by an arrow.”
“Only becauseyoushot me.” He winks. “Fine. I’ll go first.”
He props both hands on the windowsill and pushes himself up, then tosses one leg inside, then the next. I’m about to do the same when he sticks his hand out. If he had made a comment, I’d have batted his hand away, but since his gesture is wordless, I accept it.
The part of the lab that’s far from the windows is pitch black, but I’ve memorized every inch of this place and don’t need to see to know where to go. Eric closes the window panel and then turns to me. With him standing next to the window, his face is not completely encased in shadows, and I can see that his eyes are burning. My pulse skyrockets and my skin breaks into goose bumps, even though I’m far from cold in front of his searing gaze.
“How long do you think we should stay here?” I ask.
He walks over, invading my space. “Long enough for me to make you scream.”
His mouth covers mine hungrily, and I open to him, welcoming his invasion. His hand is in my hair, twisting a strand around it. I stand on my tiptoes, tilting my head because I need him to kiss me harder and deeper. My skin is yearning for his touch, and my bones are already melting. I start to unbutton his shirt, but he grabs my wrist and yanks my head back, pulling my hair hard until it hurts.
“You’re not allowed to touch me until you answer my question.”
“What question?”
“What would you do if I were in love with you?”
My heart leaps to my throat and gets stuck there. I remember the conversation I had with Theresa, and all the reasons disaster will follow if I surrender to my feelings for Eric. But hell, I killed someone for him, and Eric killed the two monsters who hurt me. Our bond is stronger than any marriage. We’re linked irrevocably. We have the same darkness inside us; we are a match made in hell.
“I’d kiss you until the end of time and never let you go again.”
“Good, because I love you, kitty cat. You’re mine.” He takes my face between his hands and kisses me harder than before, his teeth nipping my lower lip.
I welcome the sharp pain, and it mixes with the elation spreading through my chest. Eric loves me. I never thought my black heart could feel so much joy. The need to be claimed by him in every possible way is overwhelming, and it overrides my sense of self-preservation. Who cares if there are people chasing us?
I curl my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to meld myself to him. He picks me up, digging his fingers into my ass, and pushes me against the wall. I’m glad my waitress uniform is a skirt, not pants. Eric’s hands are already underneath the fabric, tugging at my tights. He lets go of my lips and then places open kisses on my neck, making me wild with desire. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull it a little as I gasp for air. Then I hear the ripping noise of my tights tearing.
“Damn it, Eric. Now I’ll freeze my tush off when we get out of here.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“If you tear my underwear too, you’ll be fucking sorry.”
“Shut up, woman.” He grabs my neck and silences me with his tongue.
My panties remain in one piece, getting soaked through as he grinds his erection against my pussy. The friction feels so good that I’m already getting delirious. Then he squeezes my neck a little more and pulls back. “I wish I had a camera to capture how good you look right now.”
“The picture would be all grainy without proper light.”
He slides my panties to the side and inserts fingers in me—I’m not sure how many, maybe all of them, because he’s stretching me in the best possible way. “You sure like to talk back, don’t you, kitty cat?”
“Yes, and you love it.”
He pumps in and out faster while pressing his thumb over my clit. “I love everything about you, and right now, I’m loving how your pussy is milking my fingers.”
“I want your cock inside me, Eric.”
He slows the pace of his hand. “I don’t have any condoms on me, but I’m negative.”
I’m sure there are condoms somewhere in this school, but I’m not going to suggest we go on a treasure hunt. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested too. I’m all clear.”
He goes utterly still, and I feel the sudden tension coming from him. “Who were you fucking in Seattle, Val?”
