Page 54 of Prey for You

I gasped and grunted, body jerking, my thrusts becoming erratic as I lost all control—but the only thing I could see was her. And a new montage of memories played in my mind.

Bridget running from me, but looking back over her shoulder, laughing.

Bridget trailing fingers down my chest and telling me how hot I am.

Bridget riding me like a horse.

Bridget curled against me in sleep, a tiny smile on her beautiful face…

I groaned and slumped, still holding her, blinking rapidly as reality returned. I was breathing hard and had to swallow. Bridget, her cheeks pink and eyes shining, kept combing my hair back from my face, eyes locked on me as we both came back down to earth.

I scanned down her beautiful body to where we joined, still awe-struck by how shameless she was with me…

Which was when I discovered I was gripping her so tightly, my fingers left deep divots in her skin.

“Shit, Bridget—you should have said something!” I gasped, letting her go, cursing when I saw the red half-moon marks of my nails on her ribs. I tried rubbing her sides, urging the skin to return to its smooth, pale cream. But that only made her skin flush more, blotching around the indentations.

I’d left marks.

“Shit.”

“What are you freaking out about?” she said with a quiet laugh. “Ilove itwhen you’re aggressive.”

I looked back up to meet her eyes, a part of me thrilled, but the rest coated in unease.

Her smile faded. “Don’t do it, Sam.”

“What?” I bit the word.

“Don’t decide that I’m weak now, just because we’re in love.”

I snorted. “No worries about that.”

She tipped her head and gave me a warning look. “I’m serious. You wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving bruises when you were hunting me.”

“This wasn’t ahunt,”I growled. “I’m desperate for you. I can’t get enough, Bridget—I want toeatyou.”

She arched one brow and grinned, hooking her arms around my neck. “I wouldn’t protest.”

I gave her the wicked smile I knew she loved and ran my fingers through her hair. We were still almost nose-to-nose. I didn’t want to go anywhere. But I could feel the clock, hanging over my head,ticking.

We both stared for some time, then Bridget put her hand to my cheek, letting her nails scrape on my stubble. “I love you, Sam. No matter what else… I love you.”

A cold thread of fear twisted up my spine. “What else is there, Bridge?”

She rolled her eyes. “I was being romantic.”

“I know. And I love you too… but still. You’re scaring me a bit, babe. I’m worried something’s taking you away and I won’t know until it’s too late.”

She dropped her chin and sighed, but she was shaking her head. I splayed a hand at her back, keeping her close, just in case. When she met my eyes again, there was a warning.

“I just want to be here with you and enjoy you,” she said finally.

“I want that too.”

“But?”

“But I need you to promise me that if you get… itchy, you’ll tell me so I can visit again. Or help. Whatever. Just… don’t shut me out.”

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