Page 13 of In The Dark
“Yes,” I breathe out, admitting the truth. There’s no point in playing coy. “I…I came here tonight looking for you.”
“I’m glad you found me and not one of my coworkers.”
“I think you mean you’re glad you’re the one who harassed me and not someone else.”
“That’s right.” He laughs, easy and light, but he stops abruptly. “I’m sorry. Consent is important to me. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”
“Oh.” I shift on my feet. The seriousness in his tone is stark, and I shiver. “That’s–it’s okay. I forgive you. I don’t… I’m not mad.”
“Why did you come back to see me, Maxine?”
“Max. You can call me Max.”
“Max,” Hunter repeats, stepping toward me. I walk backward until my shoulders hit a solid wall. His eyes bounce to my mouth when I let out a startled noise. “You don’t know anything about me. I could be dangerous, and you look like a girl who doesn’t bend the rules.”
“What if I want to bend the rules?” I lift my chin, distracted by the knife he’s holding. He runs his finger along the blade, down then up, and I imagine what it would feel like against my body. “What if I want to be bad?”
“That’s the wrong thing to say to a guy like me.” He leans forward, a hand on the wall next to my head. He’s caging me in, body almost flush against mine. “I have a habit of getting attached to things. If you keep talking to me like that, I might fall in love with you.”
“I don’t want love. I just…” I trail off, not surewhatI want.
To let loose for once in my life?
Sex?
Someone to help me live out the desires I’ve kept hidden away.
I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’m a relationship woman, the person who needs an emotional connection before I can be intimate with a man.
Not with him, apparently.
He makes me want to step outside my comfort zone. To try the things I’ve been so afraid to admit I might enjoy, and the notion is intoxicating.
“Just?” Hunter traces the knife along the line of my throat. My breathing jolts. My brain recognizes it’s still rubber, still not a threat, but the explicitness of being here, of finding him and letting him touch me like this sends a wave of pleasure through me. “Just what, Maxine?”
“Fun,” I whisper, my mind making the decision for me. “I want to have fun.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to touch you right now? Or would you rather we wait until I’m finished with my shift so I can take you to my bed?”
“I’m not sure.” My pulse races, and my nipples are hard. “Could you—is it even possible to touch me here? There’s only a?—”
Hunter lowers his head and blows a hot puff of air against the crook of my neck. I gasp and reach out to grip his shoulder, confused when he laughs.
“You think I need a bed to make you come, Maxine?” He kisses my collarbone, one hand still planted firmly on the wall, and my eyes flutter closed. “Three fingers in your cunt and a few minutes are all it would take for you to scream my name. And since I’m a gentleman, I’d leave your underwear on. There wouldn’t be a hair out of place. You’d walk out of here without anyone knowing you just had the best orgasm of your life, because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He rocks his hips forward, and I feel the brush of his hard cock against the inside of my thigh. “But maybe tonight you’d like to be my little slut.”
Holy hell.
My brain is going to short circuit.
I’ve never had a man talk to me during sex. I’m used to silence, a quiet thrust and the occasional moan. I’ve been afraid to be too loud, too enthusiastic, but a soft groan slips out of me at the hot swipe of his tongue on my neck.
“Yes.” My voice shakes. “I want that.”
“Where do you want me to touch you? Here?”
