Page 76 of Split You Open

“How the hell do you do that?” I demand. “Are we talking math equations?”

“Kind of.”

“You’re doing math while you plot a murder?”

Blair giggles. “Yes, Santi. There’s a lot involved in this.”

“This is getting more complicated by the minute. I thought this lesson would be easy.”

“Are you going to shoot at the target or not?” Blair demands.

“No! I’m not!” I push up off of my stomach to sit up and glare at Blair. “I can’t even spot the target through the scope. Are you sure you took the cover off the lens?”

Blair rolls her eyes but her smile grows. “Yes, Santi, I’m sure.”

“Liar, I can’t see shit!”

Her smile drops away instantly and her eyes flash with a warning, mixed with something warm yet wicked.

Oh… this is new and hot.

My cock jumps at the sudden crackling of danger in the air between us.

“Call me a liar again,” she challenges, her voice pitching low.

Without missing a beat, I throw the accusation in her face, “Liar. L-i-a-r—liar.”

With an adorably fierce snarl, Blair lunges at me.

I yelp in surprise as her weight throws me onto my back. The rifle’s knocked off the tripod Blair set it up on and it slides down the roof before coming to a stop on the lip just before toppling off. It’s ignored as Blair straddles me. Her fingers slide through my hair to grab a handful of it while her other hand reaches down between our legs and grabs my dick through my pants.

“I’m not a liar,” she growls.

Amusement glitters in her eyes.

Blair bends down into my face and I think she’s going to kiss me. Instead, she uses the grip on my hair to jerk my head to the side to expose my neck. Her face lowers and her teeth graze the side of my neck.

My dick—already in the process of stiffening—turns diamond hard.

“You know what triggers my murderous urges? Being called a liar.” Her voice is husky, her lips a fucking tease.

I shiver as desire whips through me.

My hands come up and I grab her hips to keep her right where she’s at in case she gets any crazy ideas to stop this playful game.

“Oh no… I’m so scared, cariño. Maybe you should demonstrate. You know—just so that I’m doubly scared and will reconsider ever calling you a liar,” I suggest.

I buck up into her hand and Blair squeezes my erection.

My groan has Blair giggling.

She bites me gently before the nip turns into a kiss. Holding my head in place, she trails kisses up my neck, nips at my earlobe, then continues her trail of kisses along my jaw.

“You’re a terrible student, do you know that?” she asks before yanking my head to face her. Before I can answer, her lips are against mine.

I melt beneath her, groaning as her tongue snakes its way into my mouth. I kiss her back, just as hungry for her as she is for me. The hand on my erection pulls away only so that she can pull down the zipper to set it free.

Just as her fingers wrap around me, there’s a loud bang of a door slamming against the wall then, “SANTIAGO! BLAIR!”