Page 81 of Prey for You

25. Tell Me What You Need

~ SAM ~

When she kissed me, I almost stopped her. I’d been talking to Monk about this thing we did, her and I. The way we used sex. It wasn’t bad—I knew that. It was good for us. Healing. Affirming.Connecting.But sometimes… sometimes we were both guilty of using it to push away the bad stuff instead of facing it. And the way Bridget was acting now, if all we did was romp then I left in the morning, I was afraid she might go dark again soon. Like she had before she met me.

Itburned insidethat I couldn’t be close all the time. Stand behind her. Reassure her. And sometimes it burned becauseshe was the reason I couldn’t.But I loved the hell out of her, and we were both all the way in. I knew that. If nothing else, the past couple months apart had proven that.

So even though I gave in and kissed her, inwardly I balked.

But she held me so tight and her kiss was so frantic… Of course I wanted her.

Taking her face in my hands, I sucked in a deep breath and pulled back far enough to look her in the eye. She still had tears, but now she was angry, trying to pull me back down.

“Sam, what—”

“I want you too, babe,” I murmured. “But you need to promise me something.”

She went still, her eyes wary like prey sensing a predator.

“Promise me you’ll talk to me after—doesn’t have to be about your dad. You talk to me aboutyou.You tell me what you’re feeling and what’s bothering you. You have to get it out.”

She deflated, sinking back onto her heels, frowning. But her tears had stopped.

“Promise me, Bridget,” I rumbled, needing her to understand I was serious, but not angry.

She sighed, but nodded. Relief washed through me—then outright delight when she looked back up at me and her eyes were flashing. “You make me come and I’ll spill my guts.”

“It would be my fucking pleasure,wife,”I growled.

Her eyes rolled back and she smiled for the first time since we started talking, and suddenly I was just as desperate as her—kissing, tonguing, clawing at her clothes, stripping her down as fast as I could.

She wriggled and hopped and tugged at my clothes, both of us panting by the time I finally got my jeans off my feet and tossed them across the room.

I was already reaching for her, but Bridget was a wild thing. She leaped on me the second I was naked, clawing her hands into my hair and pulling my head down, walking me, turning me, kissing me like it was a fuckingdemand.

I growled and grabbed for her, but then she took both hands and shoved me back—and I’d been so focused on her, I wasn’t braced. The backs of my legs hit the bed and I toppled—laughing—but Bridget, grinning like a cat with a mouse, was already crawling up onto me, dropping her head so her hair splayed across my stomach. Her kisses started at my navel and she worked her way up as she crawled.

Then she clamped a hand to my throat and I almost laughed.

“Oh no you don’t,” I growled.

Her head shot up, eyes wicked and blazing. But I still had feet on the floor. Traction. And she was a fucking lightweight.

With a delighted growl, I grabbed her at the waist and flipped her over. She shrieked, but laughed, then kept rolling onto her stomach, pulling her knees up to crawl.

But I shot out an arm, hooked it around her belly, under her hips, and pulled her back to me as I crawled up onto the bed.

She struggled, wriggling, laughing, twisting like a fish, fighting me. But I was too strong for her. I lifted her all the wayoff the bed so she had no leverage and flipped her onto her back again. She bounced, ass-first on the bed.

Thank God she was smiling.

I pounced on her, grabbing her hands as she twisted away again—but she was still laughing and it made her weak.

Our hands slapped—me trying to catch her wrists, her pushing me off, but she was spluttering, giggling, struggling playfully.

“You wanna fight, Babe?” I said, my voice gruff and ragged because I was already hard as a rock and panting with need.

“I always said good sex needs a little… resistance,” she said breathlessly, then growled with frustration, because I kept catching her, stopping her from rolling over or turning away.

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