For a moment, my mind went blank, wiped clean by the feel of his mouth on mine, and the firm pressure of his hands holding me against him. For a few stolen, terrifying seconds, I forgot the man I was supposed to marry was on the other side of the door.
Then reality crashed back in when a knock sounded on the door. This time, it wasn’t a polite knock, it was Alistair’s impatient fist hammering against the wood. "Hunter! Open this damn door. Now."
The kiss broke. Hunter pulled back just enough to look at me, but he didn’t put me down.
"Your choice," he murmured, his rough voice brushing against my swollen lips. "Do you want him to find us like this? Because I've got no problem with that."
My eyes widened in panic. Was he insane?
Seeing my reaction, a dark smirk touched his mouth. T
