Page 80 of Boys Who Hunt

“I needed to know if you were safe. But then … I couldn’t leave anymore.” His Adam’s apple goes up and down as his eyes skid across my face, almost as if he’s looking for answers to questions I don’t understand.

“Do Silas and Heath know you’re here?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, lowering his hand off the wall. “Even when you hate me, I still lie awake every night, wondering if you’d ever forgive me.”

“I don’t … hate you,” I reply, swallowing down the nerves.

His eyes fill with a kind of hope that makes my heart flutter, and a gentle smile appears on his face but then swiftly disappears. “You should. I’m not good for you. I know that. You don’t know what I’ve do—”

I plant a finger on his lips, narrowing my eyes. “You didn’t rat me out to them.”

He lowers his eyes. “I couldn’t.”

He protected me.

“But they’ll hurt you if they find out,” I say, “won’t they?”

He nods, biting his lip, and for some reason, it’s so alluring that I lean in to press a kiss to his lips. Just one.

Just one tiny kiss is enough for me to see him unravel right before my eyes.

Suddenly, he grips my face with both hands and smashes his lips onto mine, kissing me so intensely I forget how to breathe.

I shouldn’t be doing this with a friend of the boys who’ve blackmailed me.

I definitely shouldn’t, but I can’t stop.

I’ve never been kissed this passionately before—like he’s pouring out all of his love into this one kiss as if he’ll never get another shot.

Suddenly, he pulls away and steps back. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I—”

I place another finger on his lips. “Don’t.”

“I’m bad for you. I’m a Skull and Serpent Society member. I’m in your house uninvited. I stalk you. You have a kid. I’m endangering both of you by being here. I should—”

I plant both hands on his chest and shove him backward more and more until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he falls.

I settle down on top of him and lean in, whispering into his ear, “Do you want me?”

“Oh God … yes.” It nearly comes out in a moan.

I press my boobs against his chest, and he gulps as I grab his hands and put them over my shoulders while I press silky soft kisses all over his neck. “Then touch me.”

His hand lowers down my body, across my breasts, squeezing, moaning when I leave a hickey. “Do you think they’d wonder where you got it?”

“Heath will be mad, for sure,” he replies.

I grin. “Good.”

And I push his hand farther down until he reaches my panties. “You know how I like it. You’ve seen me do it.” I lean back up. “Now touch me.”

He rubs me right through the fabric of my underwear, his gaze on me at all times as though he’s enamored with the way I look when I’m enjoying myself, and something about that just feels so goddamn good, I can’t help but gyrate on top of him.

As he circles my most sensitive spot, his bulge begins to grow underneath me, so I push down as I roll my hips around to egg him on. I lean back on his knees as he increases his pace, and I whisper, “Yes, just like that.”

“Oh fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he says.