Page 24 of Prey

She was still wearing my shirt but had added gray sweatpants rolled up several times over at the waistband.

She looked fucking good in my clothes, and a possessive part of me roared to life at the image.

She glared at me. “Don't look so satisfied. This is only a slightly better alternative to only wearing a shirt in front of you.”

I stalked toward her. She caught on too late. I had my arms wrapped around her waist and pushed her against the wall, my body crowding her.

I glided the tip of my nose across her jawline, smiling when I heard her breath stutter.

“Do you really think this bit of fabric can protect you from me? Besides, I have already seen everything, and trust me when I say, the image of you naked is so ingrained in my memory, I would still remember it well into my nineties.”

“If you live that long,” she said darkly.

I laughed.

She slammed both hands in my chest and looked up at me, the storm back in her eyes.

“Shall we test out this theory?” I asked.

Rather than give her time to make a decision, I pulled both of her legs up until they wrapped around my waist. I pushed up against her, lining us up in the best way possible.

Her head moved to the side. “Roman.”

I couldn't tell from the tone of her voice if it was a plea or protest. And fuck if I could think straight. Not when she felt so good in my arms.

Like she belonged here and nowhere else.

My lips found the side of her neck, and I suckled on the soft skin there, pushing up against her even more.

Her fingernails dug into the skin on my back, and she bit her bottom lip.

I pulled away and took her in. Those pale eyes of hers had gotten dark from arousal, and it was driving me fucking crazy. There would be very little I wouldn’t do for that look in her eyes. I pushed in against her once more.

A small moan escaped her lips, and I made it my life's mission to get her to make as many of those seductive noises as possible.

I pressed a small smile on her skin before pulling back.

We didn't say anything for a moment, and not for the first time. I wished I could read Ryleigh’s mind. Slowly, I helped her unwrap her legs from me and pulled back half a foot.

Frustration tinged her eyes, and I winked. “Let's eat. Unless you want me to have you for breakfast.”

She let out a small sigh. “Not happening.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

She grabbed the rag I had used to wipe down the counter last night and threw it at me. I chuckled and easily ducked out of the way, setting about making her some breakfast.

5

RYLEIGH

Like dinner last night,we ate breakfast in silence.

I tried not to look over at him.

I failed on several occasions.

At this point, I didn’t even try to work out the confusing mess of my emotions.

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