Page 13 of Hunt Me

He looks down, and I know he’s looking at where my dick has come untucked and I’m tenting my pants, and then he looks up at me. “You’re hard.”

Oh god. He’s just going to say it? Just like that? Fuckme.

“Observant.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, but there are no laugh lines, like he doesn’t smile much. Or ever. “That’s the point.”

What doesthatmean? Fucking hell. I lick my lips, and his eyes track the movement. Once again, like I’m prey.

“Why are you here, little rabbit?”

I have no idea what to say, so I offer him the truth. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to see you again.”

His eyes go wide for a second. “You found me here? How?”

“I…” Shit, I do not want to tell him about the cyberstalking. I swallow thickly. “It seemed like the right place to find you.”

Leaning in, he sniffs me again and lets out a low, delicious hum that vibrates through my head. “Clever little rabbit.”

His cut is still fresh, and there’s a tiny bead of blood that escapes when he pulls back and lifts his brows again. I can’t help myself. I swipe my thumb through it, then gently blow when he winces. He holds my gaze like a magnet, then takes me by the wrist, parts his lips, and sucks my thumb into his mouth.

“You should get that looked at,” I say, like a moron.

His lips twitch as he lets my thumb go. Not into a smile, but something close. “I’ll be fine.”

“But—”

“Trust me,” he rumbles as he lowers my wrist without letting it go. His eyes narrow as they look me up and down, and it’s almost like I can feel his gaze. Like it’s a physical touch.

Oh hell. I’m either about to get murdered or about to get fucked, and of course, my dick doesn’t seem to care that I might be in danger because I have never been harder in my life.

“I want to fuck you,” he finally says, like he can read my thoughts. And hell, maybe he can. Maybe he really is some kind of day-walking vampire who has gotten deep into the dark shadows of my mind.

My breath comes out in a wheeze, and it takes me a second to form words he’ll be able to understand. “We’re at achurch.”

His lip quirks up. “Even better.”

I gasp as his finger moves down to the button on my shirt, and with a flick of his wrist, it pops off, disappearing into the blades of grass.

My body shivers—just once—a single tremor starting in my feet and rushing upward until my hands are shaking. My dick kicks in my pants, and a small dribble of precum soaks into my panties.

He dips his finger down, dragging it against my sternum, and the fabric of my shirt stretches as far as it can go.

Then he stops.

My breath catches, and I’m waiting on a knife’s edge for what’s coming next. And oh god, please let there be something next. I don’t know if I can live if he decides to leave me here like this. I’m burning and not brave enough to reach out and ask him for what I want.

Hell, I’m not even sure what I want him to do.

Between one blink and the next, his hands move from my chest to my ass. He lifts me up, and as my back hits his truckfor support, a high-pitched noise escapes my chest. I should be fighting him off, but that’s the last thing in the world I want.

I let my body take over, let instinct drive me, legs wrapping around his lower back as he pulls me away from the truck and strides back toward the cemetery. He walks with purpose, like he knows exactly where he’s going, and he steps between two large headstones near the back of the property. They’re nestled behind some overgrown trees, and he sets me down, staring at me with his impossibly observant eyes.

My heart’s throbbing as hard as my dick, but for the first time since we spoke, I’m actually a little worried. We’re out in the open, even if we’re shielded from the main road, and I know for a fact that my career won’t survive an indecent exposure charge.

“What, ah…what are you going to do to me?” I see then that his cock is hard in his jeans, so I’m pretty sure murder’s off the table.

He doesn’t answer my question. Instead, he draws a line down the front of my flushed throat. “You’re very pretty.”