“I can feel you trembling,” his hands crawl over my body as if they own it, and his hot whisper burns the skin on my neck. “Admit it—you were waiting for this meeting. Just like for all the previous ones.”
“Lies,” I whisper, hoarse.
“You want me.” Hot lips slide from the nape and lower.
“I’m afraid of you.”
“One thing doesn’t interfere with the other.”
I don’t know what he needs. I don’t know what goals he’s pursuing. My personal stalker. An admirer—he calls himself that. My whole body trembles, and my skin is on fire when I see yet another gift from him.
I’m afraid of him… and I want him. Even though I still don’t know who’s hiding under that dark hood.