Page 109 of Hunt for You

“I’m not scared of you. You’re like me.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I want to play a new game.”

“No.”

She stared at me, her brows pinching over her nose, her eyes trying to search mine, but she couldn’t see anything.

But having her like this, so close, her body not tense, but liquid… it was intoxicating. Andsodangerous.

Her throat bobbed and I wanted to bite it.

And then I realized… she wasn’t fighting me at all. The wall behind her forced her to arch, but her body was loose and her hips… she was pressing her hips against me.

I growled and she sucked in a breath as I rocked my hips, thrusting hard. Her eyes widened and her jaw went a little slack, but she didn’t say anything. Andthatwas fucked up.

“I’m not scared of you, Cain. I want you. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I’m—”

I exhaled on a shudder and snarled at her to shut up, but I wasn’t even thinking. The twang of desire jolted through me at her words, and if I’d let go of her wrists, my hand would be shaking.

She tried to roll her hips against me again, but I had her pinned too tight, too close, no room to move.

It hit me that I wasn’t shaking because I was afraid. And I wasn’t shaking because I was mad. I was shaking because I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman in my life. And it wasnot the way this was supposed to go.

Yet, I was already in too deep to say no. To either of us.

“One move and I’m gone,”I snarled at her, then pressed my free hand firmly over her eyes and the bridge of her nose, making absolutely certain that she couldn’t see anything before I released her hands.

She obviously thought I meant she had to keep her arms up, because they didn’t drop to her sides when I let them go with the other hand so I could reach for my mask.

Deep in the back of my skull a small voice was screaming, snarling, shoving at me thatthis was too dangerous.

But she wasright there, and I was quivering with need, and…

Pushing the mesh frame back so it sat on top of my head like a catcher’s mask, I waited, unbreathing, to see if she’d try to break free. But she didn’t. And I didn’t move. Just stared at her lips, that lower pillow slack as she stood there, unable to see, but her breath rushing in and out of her throat.

Pink lips, sweet, warm breath, breasts pressing against my chest with every expansion of her lungs.

It was too much.

“Bridget—”

“I want you, Cain,” she whispered, tipping up her chin.

And I broke.

I took that mouth, devoured it, entwined my tongue with hers, sucked in a breath so deep and rough it seared my throat because she kissed me back. Her arms fell, one hooking around my neck, the other sliding under my hoodie to grip my back and I didn’t stop her.

I didn’t fucking stop her.

I just kissed her harder, deeper. Tilting my head because I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t eat those lips, couldn’t swallow that tongue, had to suck at her soul instead.

And then I realized what I was doing.

I had my mask off. I washolding her,only one palm between me and a police artist’s sketch of the masked man. And I was kissing her like she was fucking crack.

I tore out of the kiss, pressing her back so hard on the fence, she gasped, but she was smiling.