Stalk the Night by Zahra Stone

Stalk the Night by Zahra Stone

Author:Zahra Stone [Stone, Zahra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Arcane City
Published: 2021-05-31T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter Thirteen

I panicked. It was what I do best. Instead of telling him that it was okay and he could leave, I dropped the book in my hands, cupped his face in my palms, and kissed him. I saw the flash of surprise on his face a second before I locked my lips on his. Then my eyes fluttered closed as the familiar heat that was him surrounded me and dragged me under.

He was ambrosia to me. I couldn’t explain it, even if I tried. I’d kissed plenty of boys. Men. But none of them had the effect that Jordan had. The sizzling of my blood, the pounding of my heart, the tingling that robbed my brain of all reasoning. All from one kiss.

His hand reached out, wrapped around my neck. The other slid around my back and pulled me closer to him. We devoured each other, all mouths and tongue, hands exploring. I eased away slightly, my fingers gripping the hem of his T-shirt and tugging it up. He obliged, pulling away long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside before his mouth was back on mine. His fingers curled in my hair and pulled, and I groaned my delight while my fingers explored the expanse of his chest, loving the way his abs were so tight beneath my fingertips.

We were on the floor when he paused and looked down at me, those dark eyes of his mesmerizing.

“Why are you stopping?” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

“Rae.” The way he said my name, his voice full of regret. I froze, tensing beneath him. He felt it and eased up, sitting on his haunches.

“Sorry. Could have sworn you wanted me.” I hid my hurt beneath sarcasm.

“I do. I want you like you wouldn’t believe,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Then why stop?” I didn’t understand. He wanted me. I was ready and willing. More than willing.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you...and…”

“What?” I scrambled away from him.

“And I don’t want a one-night stand with you.”

This was about morals? What century was he living in? “Are you serious?”

“I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost, Rae—and don’t bullshit me by telling me you don’t have a very impressive list of past lovers.”

“I wouldn’t call them impressive.” Most of them had been average at best. “You don’t want to sleep with me because I’ve had too many lovers?” Judgy bastard.

“I don’t care about your past.” He was shaking his head and climbed to his feet, searching for his T-shirt. “I’m more interested in your future. You’re the hit it and quit it type.”

“Didn’t know that was a crime.” I stood, at a loss to know what to do with my aching body.

“You’re not hearing me.”

“Because you’re talking shit!” My voice rose with my frustration.

Crossing the room in long strides, he backed me up against an empty bookcase, and my heart leaped with desire. This was more like it.

“I want you, Rae. More than you know. I want all of you.



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