Page 6 of Devil’s Snare

“Oh.” She glanced at her hands as if holding my gaze was too difficult. “Like Cin with a ‘C’?” She appeared uncomfortable, trying to decide if she wanted to move away from me slowly or just bolt. Her heartbeat fluttered in her neck, and I nearly circled her throat with my palm just to feel it pulse beneath my skin.

“Yeah, Angel Face.” I tilted my head, studying her. The name didn’t quite fit. “Bambi.” That was better.

“Bambi?”

She appeared confused or mildly insulted. I couldn’t read her. Not yet. But something told me I’d get to know her better. And soon.

“Cute and sweet. Curious. Skittish. Describes you perfectly.” I almost laughed when she seemed at a loss for words.

“Wait.” Her brow furrowed. “You’re named after a furnace?”

A chuckle escaped my lips. She obviously didn’t have a clue what a road name was or why I would have one. “You could say that.”

Her curiosity got the better of her again. “Why?”

“Because I reduce my enemies to ashes, Bambi.”

It was a half-truth. Someday, I might reveal more.

Her body jolted with the explanation. Maybe I shocked her. “My name is Gwen,” she reminded me, bravely lifting her chin higher.

“I heard you the first time,” I responded with a grin. “What’s wrong with Bambi?”

“It makes me sound like, you know.”

I had an idea, but I wanted her to tell me. I frowned. “No. Tell me.”

She looked flustered. “Like a stripper or, uh,” she paused.

“Like a whore?” I was teasing her. Testing her. Seeing how far I could push little Bambi.

“That’s not funny.”

The wind decided to pick up at that moment and latch onto Gwen’s essence. It wasn’t a perfume. Or a musk. I could smell both. This was something more primal. An almost sweet undertone, but also decadent. Rich. Exotic.

I nearly snarled as my cock instantly hardened.

And then that scent was joined by a ferocious wave of increasing desire—an intoxicating elixir of lust, need, and curiosity. My brain became saturated with it, sucking in the feeling as I lost coherent thought and gripped her arms, forcing her back against the closed gate.

A whimper was her only response.

My head lowered, and I pressed my nose to her skin, dragging in more of that addictive scent, gathering up the slurry of her wild emotions. That underlying sweetness. More of her.

I had to taste her. Didn’t matter that she hadn’t consented to my touch. I wasn’t invading anything but her immediate space. My tongue flicked out, and I slid it along the smooth column of her throat, indulging in the need to be closer as she lightly moaned. Such complex flavor.

I grew hungry for more than her feelings and the way they fed my insatiable appetite. I wanted her. The dew of her pussy on my lips. The clenching of her thighs around my shoulders.

With the bulge in my pants, I pressed into Gwen, needing her to know how she affected me.

Strangers be damned. This was no accidental meeting.

Somewhere, in the past, in this life or the one before it, I fucking knew her.

Gwen locked her knees together, unable to hide her arousal. I could sense the wetness gathering between her sexy, thick thighs. How the heat bloomed there.

Fuck.

I had to let her go. This wasn’t the time or place to explore our connection. It took all the will I possessed to make my body obey. Stepping back, I released her, studying the way her pulse thrummed in her neck. “Time to go home, Bambi.”