Page 116 of Resurgent

“You could stop watching.”

“I cannot stop seeing things.”

“Have you tried closing your eyes?”

“No. Not when I’m standing guard to make sure you aren’t attacked or caught with your tongue down the Captain’s throat.”

The kiss doesn’t last nearly long enough, but still, it completely destroys whatever concentration I had left.

I pull back with a glare. “That was cheating.”

“You kissed me back.”

“Natural instinct.”

“I’m not so sure I’m happy with that natural instinct…though I’m sure it’d be quite effective on a battlefield with men who haven’t seen anyone as sexy in leathers as you are.”

I shove at his chest, and swing the second he releases me.

He ducks.

I pivot.

He catches me around the waist.

“That was good, but I still got you.”

“Let go.”

“No.”

“Hunter.”

“Annalise.”

I elbow him lightly in the side, eliciting a grunt, but not earning me any space.

“That, Seiri, is a cheap shot.”

“You're the one holding me hostage.”

“I'm testing how well you can get out of a hold.”

“You're distracting me.”

“Am I?” he mumbles against my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Then I guess I’m multitasking.”

I twist hard enough to break his grip and manage to get behind him, hooking my arm around his neck and locking in the hold.

“Better,” Tyr admits.

“Thank you!”

My smile disappears.

“Tap,” I tell Hunter, but he ignores me. Squeezing tighter, I repeat myself, “Tap, Hunter.”

“Adjust your elbow to the right,” he coaches, then taps as soon as my bicep pushes against his carotid artery.