He straightened his bent knees, standing tall again, and his dark eyes pierced me through the horrid mask. My heart lodged in my throat, and I squealed, racing faster down the stairs and feeling him on me like the clothes on my back.
The muscles in my legs burned, and sweat covered my brow, but God, I was excited.
I wanted him to catch me.
Launching myself down, down, down, the stairs, I could hear his jumps getting closer and closer. But I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to see him coming. I just wanted to feel it. Feel his arms wrap around me and danger take hold, forcing me to face it.
I sucked in short, shallow breaths, every inch of my skin desperate to be grabbed, squeezed, kissed, bit, and sucked. God, what was he doing to me?
Reaching the lobby, I swung open the door, catching sight of black out of the corner of my eye and smiling, almost delirious, because I was so fucking scared he was damn near right behind me.
I ran through the door, into the lobby, and looked around, seeing a few stragglers still sitting around the dimly lit hotel. No clerk stood behind the desk, and I swung around, not seeing any security guards or janitors or anyone. Not that I was planning to run for help, but I assumed what Kai would or wouldn’t do depended on who was watching.
Whipping around, I stumbled backward, watching the door and the white wall of the stairwell visible through the small rectangular window suddenly turning black as his form covered it.
A raging heat burned low in my belly, and I stopped breathing as he swung the door open and stepped through, locking eyes with me.
He seemed so much bigger now. He was already tall, but I was scared, and the fear had me gauging his size to mine. He could probably wrap his arms around me nearly twice.
Do it, I dared him with my eyes. It had been a fucking long day, and I was so tired, but fire coursed through my veins, never making me feel more alive. I wanted to see everything he was made of. Quiet, pondering, stoic, and reserved Kai Mori. Come on. Fuck with me.
I dipped my tongue out, licking my lip and tasting the sweat on my skin.
And he shot off, rushing me.
I gasped, spinning round and darting for the first doors I saw. I ignored the attention we’d attracted from the people sitting in the lobby and ripped open the door, rushing through.
It slammed behind me, and I dashed across the ballroom and scrambled behind a set of black drapes, just as the door swung open again.
I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate for air, but I couldn’t stop gasping. It was too loud. The door shut again, and I couldn’t hear anything else, my heart was pounding in my ears so hard. Was he in the room?
Did he give up?
I wanted him to find me, adrenaline from the chase heating my blood, but I was so scared, too.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he called out.
I closed my eyes, shaking uncontrollably.
“I’m already inside you.”
My clit throbbed, aching, and I reached down, holding myself between my legs. Oh, G
od.
“I know you’re in here,” he continued. “I see the drapes moving.”
My hands fell away, landing on the window seat behind me as I fell back and stared at the black cloth in front of me.
“I want something that’s not mine,” he growled, and I knew he was right there. “But we’re not here, are we?”
What?
“We don’t exist, and this isn’t happening,” he told me.
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Damon would never know, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.
“We’re not here,” I whispered back, following his lead.