Page 49 of The Hunter’s Affection

Arrogant jerk.

“Lord, no. I’d have told you not to come.”

The lie fell easily from her lips, but he didn’t even flinch. She could tell he knew better than to believe her.

“Are you sure about that?”

Here, with him, she marveled anew at what she’d learned. This man was a vampire, something that shouldn’t be possible, but she’d seen the evidence.

“Positive,” she said.

He held her gaze, those moss green eyes as mesmerizing as they were unnerving. The power behind them was undeniable.

He took his hand from the banister, and for one wild moment, Charlotte thought he was leaving. She didn’t want him to, not really.

Good thing, because he walked toward her.

“Prove it.”

Stepping back into her apartment—she couldn’t think with him so close, his scent assaulting her—Charlotte swallowed.

“Tell me to leave,” he pressed. Then he did that thing with his lips. She’d no sooner tell him to leave than she’d move back in with her parents. “Or invite me in,” he added, practically purring it.

“Invite you—”

“One of the few things popular culture got right about my kind,” he said, his voice lowered. “We do need to be invited inside a home that isn’t ours.”

The air sizzled with sexual tension. She thought of their kiss the night before, and somehow she knew he was thinking of it too.

If she invited him inside, she’d be offering him something else too. Even as she pretended to contemplate it, Torr looked at her as if he already knew her response.

“Come in.”

He did, shutting the door behind him. An instant later, she was in his arms. Slamming his mouth against hers, he carried her effortlessly across the room, her legs wrapped around his waist as if they’d done this dance before and they recognized its rhythm.

He kissed her as if starved, the same way she kissed him back.

Charlotte had never felt such wild abandon in her life, as if something inside her had simply snapped. His tongue tousled with hers as they fought to deepen a kiss that was already wildly out of control.

She smelled chocolate cake, which was what alerted her to the fact that they were in her bedroom. Instead of being mortified—she’d never slept with someone so quickly—she was excited.

This was happening, and she wanted it.

Wanted him.

Desperately.

He put her down, but only long enough for him to pull her loose top off in a single motion. Groaning, he barely stopped to look down at her before he threw off his own hoodie and T-shirt.

A well-defined six-pack peered up at her.

Holy sweet Jesus. She’d never seen a man so perfect in person.

“I want to see all of you,” he said, reaching for her again. His fingers worked the clasp of her bra like a master pickpocket, deft and almost instantly successful.

“Hot pink.” He did stop long enough to look now, and if her nipples weren’t already hard, they’d have peaked under his gaze. “Why am I not surprised?” Torr pulled her against his chest.

When their skin made contact, she sighed, prickles of pleasure running through her, burrowing down into her bones.