“Doctor Moore, we need to talk.”
3
SOPHIE
Soft snowflakes collect around our bodies.
“So talk,” I finally whisper. Soren lifts me from the ground, dragging me back to the car. I stumble over rocks, trying to keep up with his strides as he pulls me along. He looks down at me. I glare, goading him to complain. Instead, he quickly sweeps me off my feet and into his arms. He fireman carries me back down the small slope through the trees. I scoff.
“How charming.For a killer,” I hiss. He raises an eyebrow.
“Let me go!” I finally scream, my voice echoing off trees. Soren sighs.
“I will silence you if I have to.” His arms tighten around my body as he makes the final steps back into the restaurant parking lot.
We both spot the bartender, and joy swells in me. I feel like gloating, rubbing his face in the fact that he won’t be able to kidnap me.
The moment I start to scream, I’m whipped around and plopped back on my feet. It’s dizzying the way he moves me around so easily.
Soren crowds me, pressing my back against the cold metal of an SUV. His arm wraps around my waist tightly as he pulls me into him. One of my arms gets trapped between our bodies as he forces us together.
Then his mouth is on mine, tongue and teeth eating me alive. A jolt of shock spreads through me. I was not expecting this.
Soren holds me in place as he devours my mouth. He kisses with wild abandon, lapping up my scream like it's sweetened cream and he’s starving.
My heart pounds in my ears. I bring up my free arm and try to claw at his coat, pounding against him and gripping the fabric. Without breaking the kiss, he grips my fist and shoves our hands into my coat pocket.
Our fingers sink into gooey brie cheese and sticky cranberry jam. He stills for a second, shifting our hands in my pocket a little. Then he continues on with our kiss, dipping his tongue in my mouth.
I’m not sure when I stopped screaming. I’m not sure how long he’s been kissing me. His distraction tactic is overwhelming me. My mind hasn’t entirely caught up to the fact that I shouldn’t be excited by this.
My knees go weak, and Soren chuckles against my lips. He angles his head further and kisses me deeper.
It’s unfortunate I’m kissing him back. Truly. My ethical dilemma of lusting after a patient is suddenly overshadowed by kissing a fucking murderer. Maybe this was his entire plan since we first met. Stalk me, kill my date, and then drag me back to the sex hovel he made for me.
Honestly, no one’s ever made me anything before. That’s a level of commitment that’s as flattering as it is disturbing. I mean, depending on the state of said hovel. A hole in the ground would fucking suck.
What the hell am I thinking? He lets me rip away and looks down at me in surprise. I shouldn’t have moaned. How embarrassing. Kidnapping one-oh-one:don’t moan.
I’m starting to miss my date with Thomas. Everything was straightforward, and my shame had limits.
Soren looks over his shoulder.
“She’s gone, come on.”
Oh, yeah.Fuck. I open my mouth to scream, and his gloved hand covers my face. He drags me back to Thomas’ car. The engine is still humming, the exhaust spilling clouds into the night. Soren pulls us through the open door and closes us in.
I’m back to where we started, minus the umbrella and the bartender.
Soren takes a moment to stare at the cheese and jam covering his glove before he wraps his arms around my waist, positioning me directly in his warm lap.
“Are you stealing food from the restaurant?” He asks in confusion. He peels open my coat pocket and sees my smashed dinner and a few napkins. “Weird,” he mumbles.
“Leftovers are normal. Murder, however, isn’t,” I snap.
He said he wants to talk. Okay, we can talk. My tongue darts over my lip, and I taste the leftover ghost of his kiss.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to hide leftovers in your pocket,” he says. I scoff.
