Page 26 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

She stared in shock as, like a wall of thunder, he came straight for her, his dark eyes storming as he backed her right into the wall, not stopping till his hand was in her hair, her head tilted back, and his body pressed against her.

“Garrett…” Her voice shook as she whispered.

“Hush.” His fingers clenched in her hair. “Tell me what you saw.”

Wow.

“Nothing...” she whispered, and his eyes flashed.

“Do not lie to me. I want to know what you saw, and I want to know why you’re running.”

“I…” His fingers pulled, and she ended her words on a gasp.

He was not going to take anything other than the truth.

“I don’t want to be the reason that your family is torn apart. Family is important—”

“You’re not tearing my family apart.” He hadn’t even let her finish.

“Your sister…” She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him back, needing space if she was going to walk away from this.

From him.

“My sister has her own problems.”

“I’m not going to make you choose between us.” She pushed harder.

“There isn’t a choice, because it’s always going to be you,” he growled, and she huffed, giving up on getting him to move.

“Let me rephrase that. I need to leave before you have to make a choice,” she gritted out, angry and turned on, her mind not able to handle them both.

“Shut up.” And before she could say another word, his lips crashed down onto hers.

Just like before when he had kissed her, her world tilted.

It wasn’t visions that hit her, but a feeling of something so amazing that she couldn’t put a name to it.

Her back was already at the wall, his hard body molding against hers, every bit of them already touching, but she felt as if she couldn’t get enough. She fisted her hands in his shirt, and suddenly she was desperate to touch him.

Touch him everywhere.

“Fuck,” he muttered, as he rolled his hips against hers and a fire started within her.

She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down to her.

Or pulling her up.

She didn’t know.

All she knew was that she wanted more.

More of his kisses.

More of his touch.

More of this feeling.

“If we don’t stop…” He didn’t get a chance to finish as she silenced his words with her lips.

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