head. “We should stay here for now. I think … I think it’s looking for us.” His voice was hushed.
“What?” She was still trying to understand what she had seen.
“It was sniffing things. That was the noise I heard earlier. I think it’s trying to sniff us out.”
“It was pretty close to the door. Wouldn’t it have sniffed us out in here?” She spun around and stared out of the window. She breathed again when she saw that the corridor was empty.
“I dunno, maybe, but—” He paused and sniffed the air. “This room smells of incense. It might have masked any other smells.”
“You think it’s an animal that did all this?” She turned back to face him and moved towards him. She didn’t feel safe near the window.
“Yeah, or a monster.”
Her legs trembled as fear took over her whole body. It seemed like a monster to her, and she’d seen enough horror movies to know that they never ended well.
If it’s a monster, then we’re fucked.
A part of her brain whispered that it was insanity.
Maybe I went crazy.
She rested her hand on a nearby table as a wave of dizziness clouded her mind.
Don’t pass out now, for godsake!
Strong hands held her steady, and a warm body hugged her close.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Ben’s voice soothed her mind, and his warm embrace soothed her senses. “We’ll be okay. We just need to find a way out.” One of his hands roamed up and down her back, rubbing away her shivers.
She turned her head to thank him, only to find her lips an inch away from his. They both froze, breathing in and out together in a moment of silence before his lips descended onto hers.
She knew it was crazy. She knew there was no rational reason for it. But right here and right now, she wanted him to kiss her and hold her—she needed it.
She kissed him back, pressing her body closer to his. She heard a soft groan from him in response before one of his hands cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. His other wrapped around her waist, gripping her as he hauled her body against his. His lips mashed against hers with wanton need.
Her fingers roamed across his broad shoulders, gripping them when he lifted her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as his tongue teased hers.
He turned around and sat her on the table, breaking off the kiss to nibble her neck with light teasing kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses.
His hands hovered on her waist as she arched back on the table, knocking books off it with her hands.
The books hit the floor with a loud thud. The sound echoed around the room, and they both froze.
Shit!
That was really loud.
Ben moved back, breathing heavily. He turned and stared at the glass pane for a moment before turning back to her.
He leaned over her, and she felt his lips brush her ear lobe. “We can’t do this here.” His voice was throaty. “But this isn’t over …” He kissed her cheek before standing back from her. He turned away.
She stood up and stared at his back. His shoulders trembled a little.
“Okay,” she whispered.
There was something about the dark room and close quarters that drew her to him like a magnet. All she could hear was his breathing. She could feel him near her, and there was nothing to distract her from his presence.
“Can we turn on the light?” she asked, needing the distraction.
He walked to the door and peered out of the window. “Yeah, there’s a blackout blind on this. I think we can.” He pulled the blind, plunging them in total darkness.
Her pulse raced until he flipped on the light switch. She blinked at the brightness for a moment before taking in the contents of the room.
“What the hell?”
Black candles rested on every surface. There were sigils decorating the floor and walls. She turned and glanced down to look at the table behind her, and her eyes widened. She jumped back with a yelp.
The desk was a leather-covered altar with engraved bowls