Her cheeks redden, but she just glares at me. “I think you are the one that is thrilled, not me.” She glances at the gun in my hand. “Don’t get trigger-happy with that. I know you hate me, but I don’t want to be buried in an unmarked grave out there.” She nods toward the dense treelined edge of the forest.
I clench my jaw, as the mere idea that she thinks I’d ever kill her grates against my nerves. “Do you really think I’m a killer?” I ask, since I’ve never killed anyone in my life.
She shrugs. “You’ve hated me for years. I don’t know what you’re capable of.” She strides toward the rack and grabs herself a rifle, slinging it over her shoulder.
I watch her, hating how hot she looks. Even in a pair of hiking boots, pants, a baggy shirt and coat, she looks so fucking sexy. Her curves are completely covered up and yet I can feel the fit of my own pants getting too tight. She glances over her shoulder at me. “What are you waiting for?” she asks.
I glance toward the treeline and see most the other pairs have disappeared into the forest. I don’t answer her and storm toward her, grabbing her forearm and pulling her in the opposite direction from where the rest of the group entered the forest.
“Why aren’t you following the others?” She asks, trying to wrestle her arm free.
“Because, if we want to hunt anything, then we need to go where the least amount of people are.” I pause and give her a wicked smirk. “And if I want to ensure no one stumbles on me fucking you, then this is the way to ensure it.”
Natalya’s chest rises with a sharp intake of breath, but she doesn’t fight the idea. Instead, she looks more eager as she stops trying to yank her arm free.
When did my little pet become so willing?
“You are insane,” she murmurs, shaking her head. “What if coach Daniels finds us?”
She may be telling me the idea is crazy, but she sounds almost excited by the idea. I keep moving and drag her into the trees, thankful for the cover. Natalya gasps as I push her against the thick trunk of an ancient oak. “Doesn’t that make it all the more thrilling?” I ask, my lips within an inch of hers.
I watch the way her breathing labors and her dark eyes dilate, so much so that it becomes more difficult to discern the black from the dark brown.
My lips are itching to close the gap, but there’s something holding me back. The reality is that the more we do this, the more the lines blur between us.
What is the end game?
“Elias,” she murmurs my name, eyes dipping to my lips.
It’s a quiet plea for me to kiss her, and I want to kiss her so fucking badly.
“Yes, nena?” I ask.
Her eyes meet mine, burning with such passion it makes me wonder if I’ll get burned by it. “What are you waiting for?”
I kiss her then, pressing my lips to hers with a tenderness I haven’t afforded her yet.
She relaxes against me as I pull her into my arms, tongue parting her luscious lips. And then I’m drowning in her, hoping this moment can just go on forever because trying to figure out what I feel for her is too complicated.
All the mixed up emotions swirling inside of me, making me question everything I knew.
I tighten my grasp on Natalya’s hips, pushing her harder against the tree.
She groans, fingers clasping at my hair as if she wants me closer than physically possible.
I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, groaning. “Turn around.”
My little pet does as I ask, turning around and arching her back in a way that accentuates her firm butt cheeks in the tight pants she’s wearing.
I spank her ass, and then press the length of my cock against it, making her feel how fucking hard she makes me. “Do you feel what you do to me?” I ask.
Nat glances at me over her shoulder. “Yes, you should feel how wet I am right now.”
Fuck.
“Pants down, now,” I order.
She chuckles as she unfastens the buttons on them and drags them down her curvy hips.