A challenge.
He’s just over an arm’s reach away, but I’m right by the door.
“Come get me,” I command, twisting out of the room and taking off at a full sprint down the hall. I glance over my shoulder and see his tall, muscular figure step out of the room and look both ways before his eyes land on me. He takes a step, not moving with any speed, and a thrill of excitement pulses through me.
So fucking hot.
“Everlee, stop running,” he growls, thick and heady.
“Make me,” I call back without turning around.
He chuckles, a terrifying sound. “As you wish.” His feet slap quickly on the floor and I squeal in excitement. My heartbeat is pounding and my body is electrified as adrenaline pulses through me.
Breathing heavily, I run downstairs, taking them three at a time, hand gripping on the rail, preventing me from ending this epic chase with a broken face from falling down the stairs. I get into the kitchen and fall behind the island, hugging my knees, trying to calm my breathing.
He descends the stairs quietly.
Hunting.
Silence.
Is he still moving? I strain to listen for any sign of a breath, or a foot padding across the floor, or the air moving around him.
Nothing.
It’s like he’s a ghost.
I fight the urge to peek around the edge of the island to see where he is, knowing that he’s likely waiting for me to do that.
Silence.
My skin begins to prickle, and my pulse quickens. It’s like it’s hyper aware of something I’m not. I close my eyes, like that’s going to fucking help me.
A low, gravelly chuckle sounds right above me.
Fucker is laying on the counter.
“Even though your eyes are closed, I can still see you.”
I glance up and then roll to the side away from him, but he rolls off the counter, landing with ease like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey. Knees are bent and he’s ready to attack.
Fuck!
I take a step back and he follows, like we’re in a deadly tango dance. He takes another step forward, closing the distance between us. His hungry eyes rake over my body and I do the same. I fight back the moan that bubbles within at the sight of his glorious body- his thigh muscles, the curved edges of his chest and arms, and the beautiful ink spread across them all. He stalks towards me, a man in control.
A hunter.
Damn it! I need to focus. My life is hanging in the balance and here I am horny as fuck, but I don’t want to let him win. At least not yet.
“Are you ready to surrender?” he asks, a mirthless grin on his face.
“Suck my dick.”
His lips twitch, fighting a smile. “Gladly.”
He lurches forward again and I deflect his grab and try to sweep him onto the floor, but it’s like trying to trip a concrete pole. Shit ain’t moving and neither is he.
He’s cocky and chuckles. “Did you really think that would work on me?” His grip latches onto my arms.
