Page 167 of Boys Who Hunt

“It’s too high. I can’t pay for this,” she says.

My brow lifts. “How high?”

“Ten.”

“Million?”

Her pupils dilate. “God, no. Thousand.”

I snort. “I thought it’d be more.”

Now her mouth widens too, southward. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. I can’t take this.”

She immediately goes back into the dressing room, and I sigh, rubbing my eyes.

When will this girl accept there is no saying no to us?

“Heath, can you help me?” she asks after a while.

I get up and approach the curtain she’s hiding behind.

“The zipper is stuck.”

I push open the curtain and find her half-dressed, with the golden dress drooping over her shoulders, the curve of her breasts clearly visible through the fabric, barely hiding the nipples.

And my God, does it make my mouth water.

I pull the curtain closed behind me and bring my hands up to her dress, slowly zipping it down. Wherever my fingers go, goose bumps follow in their tracks as my eyes connect with hers through the mirror.

“You look gorgeous in this dress,” I mutter.

She blushes. “Thank you.”

I pause near the crevice in her back while she clutches the dress close to her body, almost as if she’s afraid of revealing what’s underneath even though I’ve already seen every inch of her delicious body.

But I want more.

So much fucking more.

This girl who has taken ahold of Max’s heart is fiery and brave, and I want nothing more than to steal her heart away before she gives it to him.

But is it already too late?

I brush along the sides of her arms, barely grazing her skin, and all the tiny little hairs on her skin come to life under the palm of my hand despite it being the smallest of touches.

“What did you mean when you said I stole something from you that wasn’t mine to take?” she asks, still looking at me through the mirror.

She looks so fucking beautiful in this dress.

More beautiful than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

And all I want to do is tear it all off and take her right here, right now.

I lean in to whisper into her ear, “You stole something precious from me… something I kept to myself…”

I place a soft kiss underneath her ear and watch her reaction in the mirror as I slowly draw a line down her neck all the way to her shoulder. She tilts her head sideways.

She sucks in a breath, clearly struggling with being so close to me. “Is this because of … Max?”