Page 26 of Wolf Hunter

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t realize I spoke out loud until a predatory light in his eyes bursts forth, and his mouth is suddenly on mine.

My breath freezes in my lungs. My brain fogs over, and I’m lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. Like a magnetic pull, my body is urged toward him until our chests are pressed against each other, and even then, I long to be closer. I want to melt against him.

His lips move over mine hesitantly at first, unsure, and although common sense is screaming at me to pull away, I’m wrapping myself around him, inhaling his scent with my fingers raking through his hair

A terrible idea.

Instantly, the urgency of the moment increases tenfold. The soft, uncertain movements are now rushed, desperate, and full of enough passion to make a whimper rise within me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he kisses me like the end has come, and I’m the only thing keeping him from absolute ruin. There’s a primal, furious demand for more. A claim for me to obey and give into whatever he wants, willingly.

His hands on the small of my back turn rough and possessive.

Reid maintains his hold and turns the kiss up until it sends a wave of heat through me—from my lips all the way down to the arches of my feet.

I’ve never felt like this before.

Those damn fingers move to hook into the edge of my pants and pull me closer yet. I moan and shift my hips to arch against him.

I’m more than half-mortified by my reaction, and yet it doesn’t seem to matter that he’s my enemy or that I look like half-dried laundry left to rot away. Reid lifts my ass for a better grip, and it seems like he hasn’t even noticed the clothing. Or the lack of makeup.

He kisses me the way I’ve always wished someone would, like I am the answer to his every prayer, and the desire sweeps me away until I’m a slave to it.

I let his hand slide lower, and the rough skin of his fingers grazes me and brings me back to the moment. I break away.

“Stop,” I manage to get out, breathless and feeling weak.

As he steps back, my fury returns, sharp and fast. I lash out with a closed fist, aiming for his cheek, but his fingers clamp around my wrist, as if he’d expect the reaction from me.

He holds me in place, his heated gaze never leaving mine. It only makes my temper flare more, and I narrow my eyes on him.

How dare he touch me!

How dare he kiss me like that!

HowdareI let him!

“Maybe there have been losses on both sides.” A shadow darkens his face as he speaks. He continues to hold my hand mid-strike in the air between us, and a shock of electricity shoots through our connection. “Have you thought about that?”

I shrug. “I’m not concerned with your side. What happens to them isn’t in my scope. I’m more concerned with—”

“Your personal motives. I got it. Your interests have been noted.”

Somewhere along the line, I lost the ability to speak. Reid must have swallowed it when he had his tongue in my mouth. All I can manage to say is, “Well…good.”

“You’re a very interesting woman,” he says and drops my fist.

I debate trying to hit him again, but instead, I point to the door. I’ve nothing else to say to him. There’s nothing else Icansay. My lips are still tingling from the unexpected kiss, and the emotions waging a war in my body aren’t helping me think clearly at the moment. I need him as far away from me as possible. It’s safer that way.

He straightens and walks past me. While I expect him to pass without issue, he suddenly backtracks in my direction.

Dangerously close.

“We’re going to have a conversation about this. One way or another, we both clearly want more.”

My mouth gapes at the blatant invitation in his voice.

“Your secrets are mine.” He inhales my scent, bending closer, his lips only an inch away…

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