Page 87 of Hunt for You

“I told you, Bridget. That fucker doesn’t getone sayabout what happens between us. Andno onegets their hands on you, except me. Remember that.”

My heart gave a painful thud and I smiled, but he was turning away like he was going to leave.

“Wait! You can’t just—” I pushed to my feet, gripping the towel so it wouldn’t fall, but hurrying after him out of the bathroom and into my bedroom—but he didn’t stop there, either.

“You’ll see me again,” he growled without looking back.

“When?”

“Soon.”

“But how soon?”

“Goodnight, Bridget. Sleep sweet. Dream of me.”

Then he slipped around the corner outside the bedroom door and was gone from sight. By the time I’d rushed into the hallway, the only hint that he’d been there was the click of the door into the garage. And even though I’d run to open it because the garage door was rattling up and he couldn’t leave for a few seconds, he was already in the car.

The engine roared as I threw the door open and tried to call after him. But he must have activated the door while he was still in the house, because it was already up, and the car tires squealed as he peeled out of my garage.

I got a vague impression of a nondescript, tan sedan—Oregon plates, but with one of those screens over it that reflected light and stopped it from being readable—before it turned, ass-end into the roadway, then roared down the street.

I stood there in the internal access door, staring at the street, heart thumping for a long time. But he didn’t come back.

And by the time I pushed the button to close the garage door and turned slowly back into the house, my heart had stopped pounding.

30.Sleep Sweet

SOUNDTRACK:Goddessby Written by Wolves

~ CAIN ~

She lay in the bath, head resting on the back of it, wrists draped over the edges, but her eyes bright and locked on mine.

With a low growl, I shucked off my jeans and threw them into the corner, then braced one fist on the edge, near her knee, and leaned over the bath, dropping one hand into that steaming water to find her ankle, sliding fingers around it, then up the back of her leg, her calf, the back of her knee, where I paused.

Her eyes hadn’t left mine, but her lips were parted now and her breath shallowed.

When I stroked the inside of her knee with my thumb, she bit her lower lip and let both knees fall apart to rest against the edges of the bath and bare herself to me under the water.

The rumble in my chest started in my cock.

“Beautiful,” I rasped, not having to be careful to obscure my voice with that false husk because she made me want so badly my voice graveled on its own. I let my hand play downthe inside of her thigh until I found those soft folds and slipped two fingers between them.

She stopped breathing when I found the core of her—and I groaned, because even under the water it was clear she wanted me.

The water rippled as I pushed one finger into her and she arched her back, her eyes closing for a moment.

She was smiling.

Dear god.

A second finger, and her breath got shallower, faster. I had a flash of worry for her heart, but she rocked her hips; I felt her tighten on my fingers, and my cock almost exploded with the urge to be inside her.

Forcing myself to patience, I beckoned with those fingers inside her, smiling when her jaw went slack, then using the pad of my thumb to slide from where I was touching her, up, until I was sliding over that bundle of nerves that made her whole body twitch.

“Cain…”

“Just breathe, Bridget. You’ve had a shock.”

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