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“Moira Bishop,” I admitted, and he leaned closer with his nostrils flaring. The sound of his teeth grinding caused my hackles to rise because, clearly, he detested my last name for some reason.
“Moira Bishop,” he whispered as if he was tasting it on his devilish tongue. “How is it that they managed to keep you hidden for this long? A pretty thing like you, well, you’d be a hard thing to keep hidden.”
“I’m not sure if that’s intended as an insult or compliment.”
A shiver rushed through me as he pushed my head to the side before running his nose over the delicate line of my collarbone. Unhurriedly, methodically, he drifted it against my flesh until the warmth of his breath wafted against my earlobe. Pressure built in my abdomen as my thighs pressed together and I tried to ignore the pulse he’d created between them.
His proximity caused my nipples to pebble until they strained against the bodice of my dress. His thumb ran along the line of my jaw, and I hated the whimper of sound escaping my lips as much as his soft laughter tickling my ear.
“Take it however you like, Bishop. I don’t care how you interpret what I say,” he growled before nipping at my jaw, which elicited a visceral response from my body.
My hands lifted to press against his chest but didn’t go farther than feeling the sinewy muscles beneath the thin dress shirt. The way he pressed his body harder against me had my lips parting as a soft exhale left my lungs. “You don’t have the normal Bishop coloring,” he pointed out.
“Why is that?”
“How would I know?” I murmured weakly.
Giving in to the exhaustion, I rested my head against the car before I ended up with a kink in my neck. He allowed it, but his heated lips took it as an invitation. They skimmed over my throat before moving to hover a breath away from mine.
“That’s something you should be asking my mother, not me.”
“Admittedly, I think I prefer your pretty emerald-green eyes to the Bishops’ cold, dreary blue ones.” Straightening, he towered over me. The hand left my throat to brace his weight against the car, even as the one on my hip gripped hard enough to force a hiss from my lips. My palms caressed over the solid muscles of his chest absently, even as I frowned. “You’re in quite the quandary. Aren’t you?”
“Am I?” I whispered through the heaviness of my tongue. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never responded to any man in this manner.
“Aren’t you?” his dark, whiskey smooth tone had my insides melting.
“You’re in my personal space.” There, I’d at least made it known I had boundaries.
“Is that so?” he asked before pressing against me until I couldn’t discern my damn name.
“Yes, you are.” The breathy whisper of sound escaped as a moan.
“I’m going to guess no one knows you’re returning home tonight. Do they?”
At my audible swallow, his smile turned wolfish. Blood was heating my face as arousal rushed to my pussy. There was something animalistic in the way he stared at me.
His presence was primal, despotic, and predacious. As if he could bend me over the hood, and I’d be the one pleading for him to devour me whole.
“No, I didn’t think so. Violet wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret from me. So, your car is stuck in a ditch and there’s no cell reception in this valley. It’s rather troublesome. Isn’t it?”
“I have two feet and enough stubbornness to endure the long walk to Witchery Hollow alone.” It wasn’t a bluff, per se. I was full of tenacity, and I did, in fact, have two feet. But walking the rest of the way home would be hellish.
“I bet you’re stubborn enough to attempt walking it, too.” Those hauntingly beautiful eyes scanned my face before snorting. “It’s a very long walk in those dainty shoes, Bishop.”
“You’re heading in that direction. Aren’t you?” I countered as his hand left my hip to place his palm on my cheek.
“Indeed, I am. Ask me for a ride,” he murmured as he stepped back from pressing against me, but not far enough to allow me to pass. The wolfish smile on his mouth warned me of what his answer would be.
I snorted loudly. “Why? So, you can say no? A gentleman would’ve offered a ride. They wouldn’t demand a lady ask or beg him for one.” I shoved him away as the realization that I’d been fondling his magnificent chest sank in to my lust-drunk brain. “No thank you, whatever-your-name-is.”
“I never claimed to be a gentleman. Did I? Because I assure you, it would be a preposterous lie.”
“No, I guess you didn’t. But men like you, you’re better off as enemies than anything else, sir,” I muttered, pegging him with a withering stare.
“You don’t want to make me your enemy. You wouldn’t survive me. I wouldn’t grant you any mercy, darling.”
Again, I opened the car door and grabbed my purse before blindly digging through it for my phone. I swiped over the screen, glared at theNo Servicemessage where the bars should have been, and then turned a withering expression on him.
