Page 115 of The Hunt of Night

I grin against his palm before I open my mouth and sink my teeth into his flesh. He groans, his hand slipping from my mouth and dropping to my waist as he slowly shuffles down my body.

“Brody.” I don’t know what I want or need but his name parts my lips nonetheless.

“We should eat,” he breathes, and I freeze, but when he looks up at me through his lashes, the heated gaze sends a shiver up my spine. “And I’m not talking about food, Dagger.”

“Brody?”

His hands smooth down my thighs, pausing at my knees before he spreads my legs apart.

“I think I want to start with dessert.”

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BRODY

“Brody.”

My name on her lips is a prayer, shooting straight through my cock and leaving me to tremble before I’ve even had a chance to strip her out of these goddamn pants.

“That’s it, Dagger. Remember who’s feasting on you tonight,” I breathe, slipping my palms up the inside of her thighs before I reach for the waistband. Her breath hitches as she lifts her ass off the bed, just enough for me to discard her pants.

Red lace covers her pussy and I bite back a groan at the sight.

Skimming my hands over her skin, I feel the goosebumps rise in my wake. Her back arches when my hands slip beneath the hem of her t-shirt, and her gasp is like a sweet melody in my ears.

I can’t hide my groan this time. Not when I find her tits encased in the same red lace that frames her pussy.

“You’re a fucking sight to behold, Addi,” I rasp, my eyes consuming every inch of her as I commit it all to memory.

“You’re overdressed,” she whispers in return, and my gaze finally meets hers.

I can change that.

Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her stomach, just above her belly button, and I feel her muscles clench.

Fuck.

Desperate, I rush to my feet, knocking a stack of books over as I go, but I ignore it all, my focus set on her as I drag my t-shirt over my head and quickly shake out of my pants. Her eyes drift from my face, scanning down my chest and fixating on my dick. Following her line of sight, I find the tip of my cock peeking out of the waistband of my black boxers.

Dragging my gaze back to her, I find her stare unmoved.

“Like what you see, Dagger?”

“You know I do,” she purrs, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she finally meets my gaze again.

“I fucking love what I see,” I reply, my voice dropping down an octave or two as my desire creeps to the surface. Her smile spreads wide and her nipples peak beneath the red lace.

“Come prove it.” She lifts up, propping herself on her elbows, her red lingerie drawing me nearer.

I feel like a damn bull, with my damn heart, body, and soul all set on chasing down the red flag. All for the damn prize.

Her.

Grinning, I reach for the bags of food on the bed, set on moving them when something catches my attention.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and my lips twitch in a smile.

“Seeing what treats he chose,” I answer, her sharp intake of breath clinging to every fiber in my body.

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