Page 100 of Prey for You

She sucked in when I pressed her against the hard surface and raised my head.

She yanked her head up, staring at me, panicked for a moment, but I wasn’t pulling away, just getting leverage.

I took her face in one hand and kept her chin up, cursing the tears coursing down her cheeks.

“Are. You. Hurt?” I graveled, searching her eyes foranyof her shadows. “In any way? Has something happened? Is anyone else here?”

She shook her head quickly. “No, I’m alone, and…” she licked her lips. “I was just scared. That’s all, Sam. I was just so scared being alone and… I needed you. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you—”

Desperate to kiss her, but not wanting to push her when she was trembling and clearly on the edge of some kind of panic attack, I rested my forehead against hers and stared right into her eyes.

“I’m here,” I said hoarsely. “I’m here and I’ve got the weekend. Whatever you need… whatever will help… I’m here, Bridget.”

Her eyes screwed up and she tightened her arms around my neck again, slamming her mouth over mine, whimpering, her ankles locking behind my back and clinging like a barnacle.

“Bridget,” I gasped between kisses, but groaned when she plunged her tongue into my mouth and breathed my name.

I’d meant to wait. Intended to soothe her first—make love to her. But she was just like me. There wasnobetter way to soothe than… this.

Fingers clawing into her sweater, digging into her back, gasping through the kiss, I tried to hold back. But she was frantic and needy. Rubbing herself against me even in our clothes.

With a deep groan I dropped my head back because I needed to speak. But she just latched onto my neck and I shuddered, almost losing control completely.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I asked hoarsely, head still tilted back because if I gave her my mouth again we were done.

“Behind you,” she whispered, then her teeth dragged against the stubble under my jaw.

Shaking and desperate, I grabbed her tighter and turned around. There was another short staircase up to an open door into a wide bedroom with massive windows overlooking the forest.

I saw nothing except that bed.

I needed to get her somewhere I could love her properly, because neither of us was going to think straight until I did.

Somehow I got us up the stairs and into that room, kicking the door closed behind me even though there was no one else here, because I needed to feel like there was no way we’d be seen, no way we’d be interrupted.

I let her slide down my body until she was on her feet, but she only whimpered and leaned into me, pawing at my clothes before I’d let her go.

“Bridget, we need to talk,” I rasped as I lifted the hem of the flannel pajama shirt she was wearing—then groaned when she lifted her arms and I found her naked underneath it.

“Later,” she gasped, immediately shoving my t-shirt up my torso. I would have argued again, but I didn’t have it in me.

In seconds we were both naked, and skin-to-skin, kissing like it was a drug.

Her tears had stopped, thank God. We both trembled. But I finally got her to stop kissing long enough to look me in the eye.

Holding her face in both hands, looming over her, instinctively wanting to guard the sight of her from the windows, I pushed her hair away from her face and locked eyes with her again.

“Tell me—be honest. Is there anything? Any… wound? Or—”

“Nothing, Sam. I promise. I’ve been alone. I drove here and… I’ve just been alone. I promise.”

“Thank God,” I rasped, then let myself go and descended on her, nudging her back so the bed hit her at the back of her thighs and she fell back onto the quilt. Her eyes went wide and she grabbed for me, but I was already following her down, intending to lift her and carry her up the bed as I crawled with her, but she’d already hooked one calf over my back and was undulating beneath me, rippling like her skin was water.

Bracing one hand on the bed behind her, I couldn’t resist dragging a hand down from her face, down her throat, over her collarbones, then to her breast.

She arched into my touch, but I needed to taste her, and be closer, so I curled down, opening my lips over her nipple and sucking it deep into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, suddenlyoverwhelmedwith the need todevourher.

I must have bitten down too hard because she gasped, but when I yanked my head up to check her, she arched her back and grabbed my neck, pulling me back down.

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