Page 46 of Regret

“Scarlet?”

When she looked up, he was standing right in front of her, holding her face in his hands, green eyes focused on hers. “You need to breathe, okay?”

She shook her head, unable to tell him just how fucking impossible his request was for her. There was no way she would be able to get fresh air through her mouth and into her lungs. The panic was just too much, taking up every last little space inside her chest.

He tightened his grip on her face and stepped forward, putting his body flush against hers. “You can do this. Just look at me and focus on your breathing.”

She tried to jerk her face away from him, but he jerked her face back toward him. “Look at me.”

She couldn’t.

“Look at me!”

The sound of his deep voice filled her mind, and she opened her eyes, looking straight at him.

“Good. Now you need to breathe, baby, okay? Just take a deep breath.”

“I can’t. I can’t breathe, Hunter.” She was in full freak-out mode and she no longer had any control over her body as she started to thrash against him, needing air—needing space.

“Scarlet!”

“Let me go! I need to get out of here.” Hunter’s rock hard chest became her punching bag as her flight or fight instinct kicked in with the panic that wreaked havoc inside her mind and body. That was what small spaces did to her, made her want to fight anything and everything that came in her way. She would literally claw her way out of that tiny little elevator if that was what it took.

“Scarlet, stop!”

“Let me out of here!” Tears burned the corners of her eyes, and then it happened. Hunter crashed his lips against hers—hard—and instantly it wasn’t her fear of the four walls around her that had her heart racing, but rather the fact that Hunter was kissing her.

She stilled while he kept his mouth on hers, not moving—just kissing her so fucking hard that she was sure their teeth were touching. His tongue didn’t beckon her to open for him. No. His tongueforcedits way past her lips like there wasn’t any other option, invading her mouth with decadent demand. With his tongue moving relentlessly from one corner of her mouth to the other, he kissed her more fiercely than she had ever been kissed before in her entire life.

And the best part was, she kissed him back. The feel of his lips against hers sent heat straight down to the center of her belly, a wave of electricity shooting up her spine.

He tasted like mint, tequila, and something uniquely…Hunter.The warmth of his mouth washed over her, slowly causing the panic in her chest to dissipate.

Their tongues lapped and danced, sucked and swirled, and Scarlet slowly felt the need for more, wanting it all from him. Anticipation started to slowly turn from a slow burn to a hot, wild inferno that raged deep inside her core. The longer his lips remained on hers, the more primed her body became for him.

More hard, fierce kissing, more heady moans, and all control started to slip from both of them. It was like there was this ticking time bomb shoved right in the middle of them, just waiting to go off. Like they were rushing toward something, needing to get wherever the fuck it was they were going fast. It was insane. It was raw. It was powerful, and it felt so damn necessary.

With her fists she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, putting their bodies flush against each other. She felt the heat of his body slowly start to flow through her, numbing the fear, allowing her lungs to expand as she finally managed to breathe. When he pushed his denim clad thigh between her legs, she sucked in a breath when the ache for a release that her body demanded shot straight up her spine.

They were all lips and hands and panting breaths. They were no longer in the elevator that had her freaking out in the first place. They were now in a different place where all that mattered was ravishing each other…shattering each other. And the way he kept on kissing her, devouring her mouth like he was starved for her taste, said he had the same amount of desire pulsing through his veins as she did.

How many floors were there exactly? It felt like time just stood still, everything happening in slow motion around them.

Every passing second his mouth remained locked on hers, it felt like he was busy sucking all the panic and the fear right out of her, replacing it with something she had never felt before. Something intense, powerful, something that could break them both.

Too soon he broke the kiss, placing his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A part of her didn’t want him to stop, yet at the back of her mind she knew if they didn’t stop, it would just be a downward spiral from lust to regrets.

A few seconds passed before he managed to ask, out of breath, “You good?”

All she could do was nod while she stared into eyes filled with every shade of green swirled together to make the most perfect pair of irises Scarlet had ever seen.

He took a step back. “Good. Now get ready to run.”

Goddammit.

The second the doors opened, Hunter grabbed her arm and literally dragged her through the parking lot.

“Your bike is that way.” Scarlet pointed in the other direction.

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