Page 94 of Hunting Pretty

His eyebrows furrowed.

Right. Cormac was still here. And he was probablystaring at me staring at Scáth like I’d only just recognized who he was.

“You…” I backpedaled, forcing my features into one of affection, pretending that hewasmy boyfriend. “I missed… you.”

Scáth’s stern features melted into… a smile.

Dear God. The sight was glorious.

His plump lips stretched wide over a row of white teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling and the furrow that seemed permanently etched into his forehead smoothed out.

The arm he’d had around my shoulders dropped to my waist. He pulled me closer, pressing me right up against his firm chest.

I gasped at the full-body contact, as my entire being erupted into fiery heat and need. That trickle of moisture into my panties became a waterfall.

“Missed you, too.”

His lips closed over mine.

The moment his lips touched mine, the world seemed to slow.

I froze.

He’d fingered me, fucked me, made me come several times, but this was the first time he’dkissedme.

His lips were steady, softer than I imagined they’d be while still being firm. He wasn’t rushed or desperate, but soft, deliberate—like he was exploring a secret we’d both been guarding.

His hand cupped the side of my face, fingers gentle but firm, grounding me, and yet I felt like I was floating.

He parted his mouth and swept his tongue across my lips, begging for entrance.

My breath hitched, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.

I opened my mouth and let him in.

And suddenly I wasn’t pretending anymore.

I melted against him as he kissed me long and deep, our tongues warring. I found my fingers curling into his hair, delighting in how soft it was.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I wasn’t scared. I was alive. And for the first time, I let myself fall into it, into him, trusting that this was real.

I barely heard Cormac making disgusted noises.

Right. My ex was still here.

And I was making out with my stalker in front of him.

My stalker slowly pulled away from me, leaving a playful nip at my bottom lip before he fully broke away.

I felt the loss of him instantly.

He turned me to place himself in front of me as Cormac stomped past.

I stared at his profile, urging my mind to loosen more memories of him.

He caught me looking and lowered his mouth to my ear, shivers running down my spine as he whispered, “Scáth, huh?”

I whispered back, knowing it must look like we were whispering sweet nothings to Cormac. “I thought about going with Asshole. Or Psycho but I didn’t think Cormac would buy it.”

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