She hesitates just long enough to maintain her little charade of virtue. Just long enough to make me want to shred it to pieces.
“I’d like that.” Her voice trembles. With desire or fear—at this point, I don’t f*****g care which. Both will get me what I want.
I rise and extend my hand. When she places her delicate fingers in my palm, they’re shaking.
We cross the lobby and go to the elevator doors of the attached hotel. The doors slide shut with a soft ding. In here, shut close together, that smell of peaches is stronger than ever.
Something primitive unfurls in my chest. Something that wants to pin her against these walls and f**k her until she forgets every man who came before me.
But there’s something else, too. Something that makes me wonder if I’m still the hunter here. If I ever
