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Holy hell.
There’s a knowing heat in his blue eyes. A person could really get lost in those eyes if they let themselves. “You painted a wildcat.”
I didn’t even realize it until now. My subconscious painted him. He’s literally a Wildcat. He definitely has the vibe of a jungle cat, with his thick-silk, off-black hair and his vivid, magnetic eyes. It’s there in the way he moves. The dark, animal grace and the coiled strength.
He’s standing too close to me and I can smell that scent of him, of fresh air and woodsmoke. He smells like full sun on a fall day. And something else. Some elusive man-scent that’s ludicrously appealing.
Instinctively, without even meaning to, I barely lean in, wanting—needing—more of it.
He notices. And he takes this as his cue.
Elias’s hand eases around the nape of my neck. The roughness and warmth of it raise all the tiny hairs on my body. “You’re so damn pretty,” he whispers with hushed awe.
I feel his potency like a drug, slowly spreading its warmth like honey, wetting me and turning me on like nothing I’ve ever known. He’s so tempting, so big and so freaking male. I don’t know how he can do it so easily, but he’s stoking every primal urge I didn’t even know I possessed. I can feel them all throbbing and converging intimately, driving me crazy.
He coils his finger around a loose ringlet that’s escaped the messy bun I pulled my hair into hours ago. He pulls the tie loose so my hair spills down over my shoulders in unruly waves. “You’re so much more beautiful than my lame imagination could have dreamed up. You’re seriously blowing my mind right now.”
I don’t know about destiny or soul mates. What I do know is that…I want him to kiss me. So badly. That scent of him is deliciously enticing. All I want in this moment is more of it.
Elias leans closer, brushing his lips against mine.
I gasp lightly, feeling so much.
The truth is, I’ve never kissed anyone before. There was the spin the bottle incident at a party I went to in ninth grade, before things in my life badly imploded. It was some boy I barely knew. I can’t even remember his name. The bottle pointed to me and we went into the closet and his lips landed awkwardly on my chin for a split second—not even on my lips—and that was it. It was slightly wet, a little bit gross and the whole thing convinced me that I had no idea how to kiss and wasn’t good at it.
This kiss is something else altogether.
It’s like striking a match.
Elias eases my mouth open, parting my lips with his tongue. The taste of him, like his scent, is crazily, insanely irresistible. I’m a little shocked by my response to him. His tongue slides over mine, feeding a sweet surge of lust into my entire body like a heady flood. I open to him willingly, needing more.
“Fuck, Zara,” he groans. “You taste so fucking good. You’re mine. You have to be. You can’t just show up like this and not give me everything. I can’t take how perfect you are.”
This feels bigger than us, like the universe is storming around us, pulling us together through cosmic forces we’re powerless to resist.
His kiss turns wilder, more demanding and aggressive than I know what to do with. Elias’s iron-strong hands pull me against the dizzying hardness of his body. I’ve never met anyone so hard—everywhere—as this big, lusty quarterback.
My urges uncoil, opening to him. I reach up to weave my fingers through his thick hair. It’s the only soft thing about him. He makes a low, tortured sound, lifting me and carrying me over to the window seat.
“Elias,” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m trying to slow this down or if I’m pleading for more.
“You’re mine to take care of now. Let me make you feel good. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. All of it. The lust and the love and the happy ever after. Everything. We’ll get to know each other along the way.”
Goddamn him.
The level of intensity screams at me to be careful.
He’s off-limits. And totally in tune with the thoughts whirring through my head right now, it seems. “When you spend as much time as I have looking for the girl of your dreams and you think maybe you’ll never find her and it keeps you up and night and messes with your game, and then she walks into your life one random day when you’re least expecting her and her cute, hot, sweet beauty hits you like a fucking freight train at full speed, trust me, you know and you’re going to give it every damn thing you’ve got.”
“This is crazy,” I whisper, but it doesn’t sound like a protest.
He lowers us onto the window seat, placing me on his lap so I have to straddle him. One of his hands sinks into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping tightly. He gazes into my eyes, challenging me. “Yeah, it is crazy,” he murmurs back. “Crazy good. Crazy insane that you walked straight out of my wildest fantasies and into that stadium. And now that you have, angel girl, there’s no getting rid of me.”
Oh fuck. How am I supposed to resist this guy? “Are you sure you haven’t had one too many concussions?”
His low laugh raises goosebumps across my skin. “It’s very possible.”
He kisses me and I don’t have it in me to do anything but fall.
