A predator.
Waiting for the perfect moment to move against her, to leap from the concealing twilight and take hold.
Fear and excitement warred for prominence in her heart.
A tall, solid shadow erupted from the trees to her right, and she gasped.
He cut off her scream with his hand, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him.
Predator sinking his teeth into his prey.
Something inside her snapped.
With a quick flick of her elbow, she was free and racing for the darkest part of the forest. Pleasure and anxiety thrilled through her, and she grew more panicked by the second. Snapping twigs, pounding, and thrashing echoed through the trees behind her.
Thankful of her many hours spent at the gym, she knew he’d get one hell of a chase before he caught her.
The prey was loose…and the predator was determined to catch her once more.
She sped up, uncaring that her borrowed skirt and top snagged and tore on grasping branches.
A burst of laughter bubbled from her lips.
Come and get me.
As the adrenaline pumped through her blood, she moved faster, her feet carrying her deeper into the woods. Though she didn’t know where her path led, she knew when he caught her—and he would—there'd be hell to pay.
When had Hell become so appealing?
His grunts and heavy footfalls grew closer, and the excitement rose to new heights.
When the thick woods gave way to a clearing, she stumbled, nearly crashing to the foot of a large, wide tree, alone and majestic beneath the bright illumination of the moon.
He was there before she could regain her footing, grabbing her waist to pull her to an abrupt stop against the heaving wall of his chest. Within moments she’d turned to face him, her eyes level with his lips, her belly with his rock hard shaft.
His intense gaze speared her, and her weak legs couldn’t hold her steady. Swaying, she grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. She stepped closer, pressing her chest against his, marveling at the strength in his arms, and the strong, quickened beat of his heart.
First, there was only the sound of their gasping inhalations, then of peeling bells as he crushed his mouth to hers.
His kiss sizzled, sending electric sparks through her body, turning the nerves in her skin to kindling. Hot, wet, and demanding, his mouth took command, and laid waste to the sliver of doubt remaining.
This was what she hungered for. Right here. Right now. This man. This moment. And she would thoroughly enjoy every second.
The heat gathering in her belly pushed at her, but she couldn’t stop the kissing, didn’t dare pull away to draw a breath.
Their mouths pressed together. She clutched at his jacket, eager to get him naked. He pushed her hands away and moved in to cup the heaviness of her breasts.
Chapter Forty-Six
Logan used the moment to invade the hot, moist treasure trove of her mouth. When she’d first taken off into the woods, he worried for her. She didn’t know the forests, it was pitch dark beneath the canopy, and the woods weren’t safe to run through during the light of day, but his hesitancy lasted a second before the thrill of the chase took over, releasing the predator from its cage.
Now, with his prey in his grasp, in his arms, and his mouth against hers, he backed her up until she was snug against the smooth bark of a tree. With little effort, he released first one luscious breast and then the other from her loose blouse, thanking the Rom for their foresight. He teased each nipple with his thumbs, bringing forth an appreciative moan from deep within her throat.
God, she was lusty.
Launching a renewed attack on her mouth, he pressed against her harder, lifting her easily until her pert, rounded bottom fit perfectly in his hands, and tugged up her skirts. She secured her arms around his neck, wrapped one leg around his hips, and he lost his mind.
Hurriedly working at the placket of his trousers, his fingertips brushed the inner flesh of her thigh. Her feminine treasure radiated heat. His knuckles encountered the wet, swollen lips of her cunt.
