Page 9 of Prey for You

Bridget rolled her eyes. “You have the best hands. Any other guy’s would be surplus to requirements.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

She leaned in and kissed me, longer and slower this time. Within moments I was getting hard—then even harder when she slid a hand down my body and started stroking me.

We were both breathing harder. “Anything?” she whispered against my lips.

I nodded. “Any memory you want to make with me.”

Our lips still touched, so I felt it when her smile grew bigger, then turned wicked.

Clasping at hand at the back of her neck, I nipped at her lip, then locked eyes with her. “What’s going on in that sneaky little mind of yours?”

She reached up to take both my hands and hold them as she leaned all the way into me and kissed me, harder this time. My cockleaped.I would have grabbed her ass and pulled her into my lap, but she was holding my hands too tightly.

Then she stopped kissing me and opened her eyes. “Thank you,” she breathed.

“For what?” I asked, staring at her mouth, waiting for the next kiss.

“For this.”

And then my little she-devilbolted for the door.

3. Run, Run

~ BRIDGET ~

I laughed, sprinting down the hallway outside the room. Sam had been naked andhard. He wasn’t leaving that room quickly. I pulled up at the elevator and hit the button several times, still snorting to myself at the look on his face when I ran.

Watching the numbers climb towards our floor, my heart thudded, but not out of control.

I had checked the street map when I booked the hotel. There was a big park with a forested area next to a sports field two blocks away. It would be tricky to get to if he was right on my heels, but I figured I had a couple minutes. That’s what I told myself as I danced on the spot in front of the elevator when Sam—in dark jeans and a trim navy blue hoodie that hugged every muscle and shaded his face—came striding around the corner down the long hallway and drew up short when he saw me.

Then he launched into a run.

I yelped and dashed for the nearby stairwell door, heart fluttering at the sound of his laughter bouncing off the walls behind me. My steps echoed in the concrete stairwell which wasn’t going to help at all.

I needed enough time to get to the greenbelt that ran alongside the main parking lot before he saw me—I could follow it to the sidewalk and the pedestrian underpass that tookus beyond the six-lane highway dividing the hotel block from the park.

A few minutes later, checking over my shoulder every few seconds, I sprinted out of the tunnel of the pedestrian underpass and onto the sidewalk of the busy road that lined the park on two sides.

I dropped my head and ran for the trees, praying that Sam wouldn’t get out of the dark tunnel and up onto the street level before I disappeared from view.

I slowed to a jog in the wooded area, under the shadows of the trees. I remained close to the road, but I needed a place to hide. Sam was used to me running, but I’d decided to do something different this time and hide from him. This empty tree-space was long, lining two sides of the park, but it was only fifty or sixty feet deep. Even when we were hidden from view of the road, or the running track that circled the park, we’d never be far from unsuspecting ears.

I wanted to find the thickest part of the little wood and see if I could hide under a bush or in a hollow tree—anything that might stump Sam for a while. Frustrate him.

I grinned to myself and slipped between two more thick trees, pushing through undergrowth—only to stumble out into a small clearing.

I stopped dead, looking around, afraid that maybe this wood wasn’t quite so abandoned as I thought.

The little clearing was the size of my bedroom back home, a cracked, concrete pad at its center strewn with dirt, leaves, and animal muck. The picnic table on it—thick wooden benches and a slatted top all bolted to the steel frame underneath—tilted drunkenly. The top sagged alarmingly, and one of the slats was torn off its bolts.

Sitting on that bench would mean take your life in your hands. But that didn’t mean kids didn’t come out here.

I bit my lip. Light flickered between the trees—which meant eyes in the right place would be able to see us. And the car noise from the nearby road was pretty loud, even though it was dulled by the trees. Maybe this wasn’t going to be the best hunting ground after all. I was all for risking a bit of exhibitionism, but there might be kids and—

“Got you.”

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