Page 10 of Killer's Obsession

“Look at me, Pet.”

She shakes her head, lips pressed into a thin line.

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. So fucking stubborn. I lean forward, my lips hovering just above hers. “Fine. Keep your eyes closed.”

Then I’m kissing her. Slow at first, but unrelenting.

Her stiff body softens, and her lips part. I take the invitation, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

A small whimper escapes her, the sound soft and needy, before she ignites in my hands.

Jesus.

Fucking heaven.

I cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in all that silky black hair, angling her face to deepen the kiss.

Christ, the sounds she’s making are going to kill me.

When I finally pull back, her eyes are hooded.

Breathing hard, I press my forehead against hers, fighting for control.

“You have no clue how bad I want to fuck you,” I growl.

Her cheeks turn crimson, eyes wide as she stares up at me. Before she can respond, my phone chirps from the nightstand.

“Fuck.” Still keeping an arm around her, I reach out and grab it.

Chief: Church n a hr

Growling, I drop the phone back onto the nightstand. Prez has the worst fucking timing.

I twist back to Memphis. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are hooded.

Beautiful.

“Do you have to leave?” she asks, uncertainty creeping back into her voice.

My eyes trace the delicate lines of her face. “In an hour.”

She nods, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features before she hides it.

“Do you like shopping?” I ask suddenly, thinking about what I need to do today.

Her brows crease in confusion. “I guess. Why?”

I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “My house is almost ready. I need to get furniture and shit.” I pause, suddenly unsure if this was the right time to bring it up. “Thought maybe you’d want to come with me.”

She hesitates, and for a moment I think she’s going to say no. Then something shifts in her eyes. Determination. That spark I saw flicker to life last night.

“Okay,” she says, her voice stronger than I’ve ever heard it. “I’ll go with you.”

Relief and satisfaction flood through me. I kiss her again, harder this time, possessive.

I’m going straight to hell for this, but fuck it.

When we finally make it downstairs, the common room is quiet except for a few people. It’s still early, and most don’t wander in until later in the day.