Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

He smirked. “You let me touch you in the confessional booth today. You liked me touching you.”

I slowed my breathing, evening out my expression. “Really? I barely remember.”

He then shifted between my legs, rising to the challenge, and a small moan escaped me.

Jesus.

Leaning down, he tickled my lips with his. “Stay?” he asked, heat filling his eyes. “I’d like you to.”

God, he was on top of me. I’d never felt someone’s weight on me like this. Unless I counted wrestling with the guys growing up, and even then, it wasn’t like this.

“What’s going on?” someone asked. I darted my eyes up to see some girl come up to Michael, who stood behind Kai. How long had he been there?

She probably came from the party. We had to be close then.

Kai twisted his head, talking to Michael. “Go on to the cemetery. I got this one.”

Michael didn’t say anything, but I saw his shoes walk over to our side and then a condom dropped to the ground right by my arm.

My chest caved. What?

Michael left, taking the girl with him, and Kai looked back at me. He released my arms, planting his hands on the ground instead.

“Pick it up,” he ordered me. “Or run.”

I picked it up and flung it away from us, somewhere behind him.

“We don’t need it,” I told him, calling his bluff. “You’re just trying to scare me.”

But then he moved his body, nudging his groin into me, and I felt the rock-hard ridge inside his jeans.

“Ah,” I moaned and then clamped my mouth shut. What the hell?

“We might need it,” he said, a cocky smirk on his face.

My clit throbbed, and I shifted under him, wanting more.

“Who are you?” he asked.

But I couldn’t tell him. The confessional was an accident, and I didn’t have any intention of running into him again. I didn’t think I’d ever have to face him.

I stared up into his dark eyes, wanting to talk to him again like we did today. Wanting him to know me. But I wasn’t allowed.

Instead, I uttered in a small voice, “I’m cold.”

It was all I could think to say.

Kai rose to his feet and took my hands, pulling me up. But he didn’t release me. Instead, he led me in the opposite direction from where we’d come.

Into the Bell Tower.

I looked around, still hearing the music in the distance, and I could make out shouts and laughter, too. We were close to the party. What was he doing?

I stumbled along anyway, though, not resisting. My insides were twisting and knotting in the most exciting way. This was what I wanted, right? A chance to be close to him?

The gray stone structure was about half as tall as a lighthouse, with a bell chamber at the top. I wasn’t sure if the bell was still there, though. The clock had long since stopped working, and an archway welcomed us with a gated door.

I stepped inside, looking around and taking in my surroundings.