Page 11 of Prey for You

“Well… helloCain,”I smirked. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Sam went very still, and adrenalin jolted through me. But in a blink he was alive again, a low chuckle vibrating at my back and his breath hot as he nipped the side of my neck.

“You want to be reminded who’s in charge, Bridget? My way it is,” he growled.

“Wait, I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were,” he growled. Before I could protest the world flipped again, and the air left my lungs in a rush as he thumped me back against the tree. I was still inhaling when he flattened my hands on the trunk over my head, pinning themhard enough against the rough bark that I’d have scrapes when this was done—and so would he.

My heartrate picked up and my breathing grew faster.

He’d positioned me high enough that I could just reach the ground on my tip toes, but I couldn’t get any real traction.

Keeping me stretched back like that, my hair snagging on the bark, he reached down with the other hand to pop the button on my jeans and yank the zipper down.

I felt my cheeks flush. I wanted to pretend not to approve, but I knew he wasn’t fooled.

“No foreplay?” I teased. “And here I thought you were a gentlema—”

His mouth landed on mine, his tongue demanding and insistent as he plunged a hand down into my jeans at the same time he sucked hard on my tongue.

I gasped when he touched me and that deep, puttering rumble rolled in his chest. Then he pulled back to meet my eyes and his pupils were so dark his eyes looked black.

“Already wet for me,naughty girl,”he rasped. I snickered, but then he was kissing me again while he wrestled my jeans down, struggling because he only had one hand and was using his body to keep me against the tree.

He took every opportunity to stroke, or tease, or grab on his way, and I loved it. But I didn’t help him. If he was going todominate,he could find a way to get those jeans off without me. But of course, he did. And I was left there with only one shoe, no jeans except where they puddled at my foot, caught on the shoe, and a half-furious husband looming over me, my hands nailed to the tree over my head.

When he finally got himself loose and used his free hand to pull my leg up and hook it over his hip, then ground against me, I was gasping.

“We have to be quiet,” I whispered, staring up at him as he maneuvered my leg, positioning himself. “There might be kids—oh!”

Sam dropped his forehead to my shoulder, shuddering as he pulled me onto him. My head thunked back against the tree and my jaw dropped, but he took my mouth before I could make a sound. And then I was beingtaken—his body, his tongue, hissoul.

The sounds from the road faded. All I could hear was my own pulse, and his breath thundering in my ear. My body was a shaking mess, penetrated and plundered. Instinctively I tried to grab for his shoulders, but couldn’t move my hands—and when he felt my resistance, Sam ground both hands back into that rough bark and jerked his head up, locking eyes with me as he hitched my leg higher and kept going,harder.

“What… were you saying?” he grunted, thrusting into me again and nipping at my chin when my head sank back.

“I don’t know,” I gasped, my eyes wanting to close to better appreciate the unrelenting onslaught. But Sam’s gaze was intense, his eyes piercing and his forehead was beginning to prickle with sweat. Then he looked down, watched himself take me and another shudder rocked through him.

“God,Bridget,”he said through his teeth, his upper lip peeled back like he was furious, but I knew it was just the fight for control.

Dropping his head like that had brought his face close to mine and I leaned down for his mouth, kissing him deeply—and biting his lip when he pulled away. Which only drove him on.

I was struggling to stay quiet, yearning to call for him, tiny whimpers breaking in my throat, and he was starting to smile, knowing it was torment for me to hold back. He’d just grazed my chin with his teeth again when there was a childish shriek somewhere to my left and we both froze.

“Mom! Mom! Did you see!?”

Sam’s eyes went wide, both of us snapped our heads to look towards the sports field. I couldn’t see anything but trees and bushes and smatterings of sunlight. But I knew there was a path on the other side of the trees, ringing the grassy field, and a handful of buildings along it. But not nearhere.

A low murmur of a woman’s voice responded to the kid, too low for me to make out the words. A few seconds later, the child called out again further away so I could breathe again.

Sam blew out a breath then turned his head slowly back to look down on me, searching my eyes. I knew he had the same dilemma I did: keep going and possibly traumatize an unsuspecting kid? Or keep going because it wasfuckinghot to be hidden in here?

A noisy truck rumbled past on the road.

“I couldn’t see them, could you?” I whispered when it was gone.

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. I didn’t say anything, but a moment later he let go of the breath he’d been holding, and it shuddered out of him as he thrust into me again.

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