I was reaching for the door handle when Night grabbed me and spun me around, slamming my back against the trailer door. He pinned me there, his hands fisting the front of my shirt.
“What the hell are you—” His lips slammed onto mine, cutting me off. He tasted like bourbon, his scent growing stronger as he shoved his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss was passion and desperation all rolled into one, and the way he caged me in with his hands on the door had warmth brewing in my stomach. For a delicious, stunned second, I lost myself to the feel and taste of him, enjoying how needily his lips moved against mine.
Then, reality slammed into me, and I tried to shove him away.
“Get off,” I demanded, even though it was the last thing I wanted.
He shook his head, his hands still pressed against the door, trapping me in place.
“Why not?” My voice broke, and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth to keep it from wobbling. “I’m not what you want, so please… let me go.”
Jaw hardening, Night stood up straight and signed,“You are what I want.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“What would Revel say?”
Anger flickered in his eyes.“I said there’s nothing going on with Revel. He saved my life.”
“Saved your life?” I whispered the words, even more confused. My eyes bounced between his and the mark on his shoulder. “By biting you.”
He nodded.“It kept me from going fully rogue.”
“W-when?” My brows furrowed.
“After you left.”
My jaw fell slack, and my shoulders sagged. Did it happen while I was at the club? While I was enjoying myself for the first time in forever? If he’d texted, I would have come back, even though he told me to leave.
But he hadn’t.
Confliction twisted my stomach, along with a bit of guilt.
“I almost”—he hesitated—"lost control.Revel found me.”
“And the temporary bond brought you back?” I asked, my eyes lingering on the perfect outline of Revel’s teeth again.
Night nodded, and I took a shaky breath.
“Please.”He stepped closer, his alcohol-tainted breath washing over me.“Stay. Just for tonight.”
“Night,” I said, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.
I hadn’t planned to stay. I just came to grab some clothes before the caravan headed to Santa Fe in the morning. Besides, we had a lot of things to talk about, serious things to work out. If I stayed tonight, very little talking would happen, and in the morning, he’d probably go back to giving me the cold shoulder.
It was what he did best.
But the way he was looking at me, with more sincerity than he had in… hell, probably our entire situationship… was more convincing than any amount of begging he could do. More than any false promises he could make.
He leaned in closer, his body pressing against mine and pinning me to the door. This time, I didn’t try to shove him away, despite the indecision roiling in me. He brushed his lips over mine, painfully slow. One of his hands found my hip anddragged me toward him, while the other snaked up to cup behind my neck.
“Please,” he muttered softly against my throat, his deep voice shooting through me like an arrow and making me catch my breath. My eyes flew open and I stood there staring, frozen.
Did he really just beg me to stay?
