CHAPTER XXIII

I want it. So bad.

I leaned closer, my toes stretching to reach his lips with mine.

His lips pulled to a cocky grin. He felt it. How much I wanted it. My arousal was so blatant by anyone who could see us that I should be embarrassed. Except it was just the two of us now.

This time, I wasn’t planning on holding back anymore.

“I knew if I followed the sound of the bullet, you’d be here.”

I sucked in a breath and reeled back from Dante but his arms constricted around my waist, preventing me from moving an inch away from him.

Leo stood unannounced a few feet from us, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Dante retrieved his gun from my hands and a thought popped in my head that he’d shoot his friend with it.

I wasn’t sure if I’d even stopped him if it came to that. The monsters in the pit of my stomach were not settling down though and I could almost feel them clamoring for his blood at being denied of experiencing pleasure.

Damn these hormones.