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We might be ripped away from each other.
This could end badly.
“So…” She sucks that bottom lip between her teeth, looking at me with a faux innocence that almost makes me come on the spot. “I think you should do it again.”
I lean down and feather my lips over hers, then kiss my way across her cheek to her ear, sucking gently on the lobe enough to make her tremble in my arms. “Do what?”
If this is what she wants, what she needs to get through the turmoil and uncertainty surrounding her, then who am I to deny it to her?
All I’ve ever wanted is Callista home and happy, and I want this to be her home. For me to be what makes her happy. Which means I’ll do anything for her.
She grips my soaked T-shirt in her hands, twisting the material around her fingers tightly. “I think you should chase me through the woods until you catch me.”
Fuck.
It was already running through my head, but to hear those words from her lips makes my cock weep.
Tightening my hold on her, I ensure she can feel just how into this idea I am. “And then what should I do?”
Spell it out for me, Beauty.
What are the rules?
The corners of her mouth lift slightly, as if she’s fighting a grin that wants so badly to come. “Whatever you want.”
CALLISTA
He jerks back and locks gazes with me, tilting my chin up. Disbelief and hope color his onyx eyes. “You’re sure, Beauty?”
Absofuckinglutely.
Without hesitation, I step back out of his hold, retreating slowly into the thicker woods. “Give me a minute head start.”
Weston growls low, his entire body tenses, ready for the challenge and probably more than primed for it.
He slides the now-empty bag off his shoulder and lets it fall to the ground. His massive, deadly hands flex at his sides, like he’s warming them up for what’s coming. “You better run, Beauty, because you have no idea what you just asked for.”
Oh, shit.
It’s a dangerous game I just started with The Beast.
I’ll probably regret it later, when the adrenaline wears off and the bruises and bumps all over my body start aching again. But after spending the day out here with him, watching his muscular body move so easily through the wilderness, witnessing the sure way he handles every task without hesitation, absorbing the power and energy that radiate from him, all I’ve been able to think about is having all that directed at me.
Before the shit hits the fan, I need to feel all of him. Need to experience all that he holds back with me because of his fear of scaring me. Because the only thing scaring me now is the very real possibility that this will be the last time we get together.
It needs to be one to remember.
But if I don’t figure out where I am and where to hide, this little chase isn’t going to last long.
Weston knows these woods too well, and I absolutely suck at hiding in them. Every step I take on the uneven ground, every twig that snaps under my feet, every frantic pant that comes out of my lips too loudly gives away my location.
It won’t take him long to find me.
The thought of what he might do when he does get his large hands on me should send fear through me the way it did that first night, but so much has changed.
He has changed.
I have changed.
