Page 49 of Beautiful Prey

“You already got your repayment.”

“Did I?” His thumb presses beneath my jaw. “Because I remember you fighting me for a knife, then letting me spit in your mouth.”

“I didn’t let you.”

“No?” He rolls his hips against mine, and my cock presses hard against the seam of my trousers.

A moan catches in my throat.

His grin widens. “That sounded very convincing.”

“Fuck you.”

“Keep saying that while you rub yourself against me.”

“I’m not...” I shove at his chest, trying to create enough space to climb off him, but he catches the back of my neck and pulls me straight down again. Pain flashes across his face as my weight lands on his injured side, sharp enough to make his eyes squeeze shut for a second.

“You’re hurting.”

“I’ll survive.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re still hard.”

My face burns.

What the hell am I doing?

I push at him again, and for a second I almost get away. Then his hand fists in my hair, and his mouth is back on mine, his tongue pushing between my lips, the silver bar catching against mine.

My hips jerk against him.

He laughs into the kiss.

“Stop.”

“Then stop moving.”

I try.

I really fucking try.

He grinds slowly against me, and my body answers before I can think better of it. I roll against him, chasing the friction, then immediately hate myself for it.

What am I doing?

I should get off him. I should put the entire shelter between us.

I don’t want him to stop.

And judging by the way his mouth curves against mine, he knows it.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“That’s it.”

“Shut up.”