Page 36 of Obsession
I hum, my elbows braced on the table, my face too close to hers to be considered appropriate.
Any other guard would order me to keep my distance. We don’t want her to transfer contraband through a heated kiss, do we? It has happened before.
But fuck, I’d kill to taste those plump lips. Shut her up with a kiss to end all kisses. I lick mine in response to those filthy thoughts.
“Newsflash, Hammond. This isn’t exactly a five-star hotel.” She gestures around the room, but I can’t look away from the fire in her eyes. There’s nowhere else I want my attention. Nothing else I want to see. “You pose as much threat as a field mouse.”
I feel myself smiling when she shifts her legs, rubbing her knee along my thigh. There’s nothing innocent about it.
My heart thuds so hard I’m growing dizzy, or maybe it’s the heated look in her eyes, which speaks its own secret language. She wants me to grab her by the throat and sink my teeth into her bottom lip.
“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, ma’am.”
Her voice drips with desire when she says, “I’m here to conduct an interview, or have you forgotten?”
“Ask me questions.” Reaching beneath the table, I graze her knee with my fingers. Just a soft, gentle touch. Her lips part as though I’ve shoved two digits inside her soaked cunt.
“Questions,” she parrots, eyes riveted on my mouth.
“Questions, ma’am. Professional questions.”
We’re so close I could kiss her if I just leaned in another inch.
“How would you kill him? Theoretically, of course.” Her eyes flick up and catch mine. At the same time, she slips her hand beneath the table to interlace our fingers. My balls ache from the need to be deep inside her.
“Let’s see,” I whisper, bringing our palms and fingers flush. “The thought of him having the pleasure of your company taunts me every time I close my eyes.”
“So don’t close your eyes.” Her whiskey voice turns my throat dry, and I chuckle huskily.
“You don’t think I’ve tried? I lie awake at night, torturing myself. So to answer your question, Savannah, I would take my time.”
She somehow manages to make her tut sound sexy. “You took your time with all of your victims. The notorious Hammond doesn’t rush his kills.”
A smile curves my lips.
Not a smirk, but a real smile.
The kind of smile that’s foreign to me. I can count on one hand the times I’ve felt my cheeks pull back this far, but she likes it, judging by the flaring of her eyes. “You’ve studied my methods?”
“I’ve lost sleep reading countless articles.” There’s a note of reluctance to her admittance, and she draws her hand away. I snatch it back, not ready to let her go just yet. She soon melts back into my touch, sliding her fingers through mine.
My hand tingles everywhere we connect.
“You’re curious about me.”
“You like it.”
“Of course I like it.”
“Why?” Those big eyes flick back down to my mouth, hungry and intense.
“I think about you, Savannah. I like that I’m not alone with my thoughts late at night.”
Dragging her heavy gaze back to mine, a crease forms between her eyebrows. “You’re avoiding the question, Hammond.”
My dick stirs. I can’t remember the last time a woman eye-fucked me like this, but even then, it was never one I truly wanted. It takes every ounce of control I have left to keep my ass planted on the chair.
“So eager for blood,” I tease, making no secret of inhaling her scent.
