be back up in an hour or so.”
I nodded at both of them, threw some cash on the bar and sped out of there as fast as I could.
I leaned my head back against the cool metal of the elevator wall and waited for the doors to close. I’d been here less than four hours and already I wanted to run out with my tail tucked between my legs. I stretched, feeling tight tension in my arms, neck and shoulders. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be a terrible idea after all.
“Just where I wanted you,” the voice said from right in front of me.
My eyes flew open and I tried to rush through the doors to get away, but before I could get around him, the doors shut with a loud swoosh.
I was trapped in the elevator with the Huntsman. Thank God I was armed. He stepped into my personal space, and again I cursed my diminutive height. I tilted my head. The look in his eyes was thoughtful…and hungry. I reached around him to push the button to my floor, but he stopped me, entwining his fingers within mine. He pushed the top floor button. Fifty floors. Fifty long floors before I could get away from him. I tried to slide my fingers out of his, but he tightened his grip and pulled me toward him with a jerk. I fell into his arms, the warmth of him surrounding me. The elevator left the first floor, and for the first several seconds we stared at each other.
Max reached over to the panel and pushed the Stop button. I swallowed, fear trickling down my spine in waves. He’d picked the perfect spot to kill me. But would he do it? He leaned his head toward me, lips perilously close to mine.
“I can smell your emotions, Snow.” He inhaled deeply and shuddered. “Fear, anguish, ridicule that you allowed yourself to be caught so easily. But there’s one in there that makes me feel something.” He leaned over to my ear, breathing heavily, making my knees weak. “
Desire
. You want me. I can feel it in the tempo of your heartbeat. Feel it in the heat of your body. I can smell it.”
He took the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nibbling softly. My knees buckled and he pulled me harder against him. “Don’t fight me,” he said once he’d stopped. “Just
feel
.” His arms slipped behind my neck and he closed the distance between us. His lips slid over mine, hot and urgent. I whimpered as I surrendered to his kiss, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be anywhere but here.
I was crushed into his body, my breasts smashed into his chest. I could feel his loud heavy heartbeat, pounding just as fast as mine. And it gave me courage. I met his kiss with years of hunger and felt the lower half of him respond in kind. He opened his mouth, his hot tongue swirling against my lips, and I moaned.
“Gods, Snow,” he muttered.
He picked me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and slammed me into the side of the elevator wall. Even as the breath left my chest in surprise, I didn’t care. I ran my hands through his thick hair, joining my mouth to his again. I’d waited years for this kiss, years for him to want me like this. Someone would have to come in and pry me off him now, cameras be damned.
His hands were everywhere, brushing up my shirt to touch the bare skin at my waist, his wide hands spanning the width of it, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of my breasts. I shuddered and pulled him even tighter against me.
Max stiffened, his grip loosening on me. I held on to his neck to keep from falling. “Max?” I whispered. He stepped away from me abruptly, not bothering to catch me. I slid to the floor, confused and hurt.
A groan of agony came from him as he slid to his knees. I crawled over to him, my hand outstretched to touch him. He put his hands over his ears, his face transfixed in a look of agony. Pain-filled green eyes stared at me, unfocused, and he uttered one word.
“Run.”
My heart pounded in panic. I was stuck on a stopped freaking elevator. I scrambled to my feet, hit the button, hammered my palm against
I nodded at both of them, threw some cash on the bar and sped out of there as fast as I could.
I leaned my head back against the cool metal of the elevator wall and waited for the doors to close. I’d been here less than four hours and already I wanted to run out with my tail tucked between my legs. I stretched, feeling tight tension in my arms, neck and shoulders. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be a terrible idea after all.
“Just where I wanted you,” the voice said from right in front of me.
My eyes flew open and I tried to rush through the doors to get away, but before I could get around him, the doors shut with a loud swoosh.
I was trapped in the elevator with the Huntsman. Thank God I was armed. He stepped into my personal space, and again I cursed my diminutive height. I tilted my head. The look in his eyes was thoughtful…and hungry. I reached around him to push the button to my floor, but he stopped me, entwining his fingers within mine. He pushed the top floor button. Fifty floors. Fifty long floors before I could get away from him. I tried to slide my fingers out of his, but he tightened his grip and pulled me toward him with a jerk. I fell into his arms, the warmth of him surrounding me. The elevator left the first floor, and for the first several seconds we stared at each other.
Max reached over to the panel and pushed the Stop button. I swallowed, fear trickling down my spine in waves. He’d picked the perfect spot to kill me. But would he do it? He leaned his head toward me, lips perilously close to mine.
“I can smell your emotions, Snow.” He inhaled deeply and shuddered. “Fear, anguish, ridicule that you allowed yourself to be caught so easily. But there’s one in there that makes me feel something.” He leaned over to my ear, breathing heavily, making my knees weak. “
Desire
. You want me. I can feel it in the tempo of your heartbeat. Feel it in the heat of your body. I can smell it.”
He took the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nibbling softly. My knees buckled and he pulled me harder against him. “Don’t fight me,” he said once he’d stopped. “Just
feel
.” His arms slipped behind my neck and he closed the distance between us. His lips slid over mine, hot and urgent. I whimpered as I surrendered to his kiss, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be anywhere but here.
I was crushed into his body, my breasts smashed into his chest. I could feel his loud heavy heartbeat, pounding just as fast as mine. And it gave me courage. I met his kiss with years of hunger and felt the lower half of him respond in kind. He opened his mouth, his hot tongue swirling against my lips, and I moaned.
“Gods, Snow,” he muttered.
He picked me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and slammed me into the side of the elevator wall. Even as the breath left my chest in surprise, I didn’t care. I ran my hands through his thick hair, joining my mouth to his again. I’d waited years for this kiss, years for him to want me like this. Someone would have to come in and pry me off him now, cameras be damned.
His hands were everywhere, brushing up my shirt to touch the bare skin at my waist, his wide hands spanning the width of it, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of my breasts. I shuddered and pulled him even tighter against me.
Max stiffened, his grip loosening on me. I held on to his neck to keep from falling. “Max?” I whispered. He stepped away from me abruptly, not bothering to catch me. I slid to the floor, confused and hurt.
A groan of agony came from him as he slid to his knees. I crawled over to him, my hand outstretched to touch him. He put his hands over his ears, his face transfixed in a look of agony. Pain-filled green eyes stared at me, unfocused, and he uttered one word.
“Run.”
My heart pounded in panic. I was stuck on a stopped freaking elevator. I scrambled to my feet, hit the button, hammered my palm against
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