She tilts her head, confused. “More?”
I cage her in with my arms, gripping the edge of my truck as I curl over her. “More.” The word is a growl from my throat.
Lust permeates the air, and my nostrils flare. I roll my lips to hide my fangs from her. She isn’t ready to see that side of me yet.
She rears back in disgust. “No. I hate him. There is no desire for Evan. I want him to leave me alone forever if I had the choice, but unfortunately, as long as we both chase storms, we will be in each other’s way.”
She despises him, by the way her emotions are soaking into my body. There’s no want at all. I don’t even taste hope or friendship. There’s no kind of care. It’s pure annoyance and dislike.
That’s good news for me.
It means I don’t have to kill him.
Yet.
“I wanted to rip his tongue from his mouth for how he spoke to you.” I lean a little lower, wanting to be closer to her body.
We aren’t touching. Her hands are tucked in her back pockets. Our bodies lean towards one another, and our faces drift closer.
“I want to rip his tongue out, too.”
The light drizzle turns into a downpour, yet neither of us moves. My insides twist with so much need the longer I stand in front of her. The heat comes back, the one that twists my insides into agonizing pain.
Kiss me.
I hear from her, but she doesn’t speak. Her lips don’t move. I’ve been watching them since I got her alone.
Kiss me, please.
Oh, I want to.
I want to do so much more than kiss her. But I know if my lips touched hers for a moment, I’d strip her bare right here. I’d pick her up by her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist, my cock sliding in easily because she’ll be drenched and ready for me.
I can smell her desire now. She’s soaked.
My cock hardens in my jeans, my body not understanding why we aren’t skin to skin with her.
Her want for me is so strong that I can hear her inner voice. My hand is slow and tentative when I cup her jaw. I’m gentle. I never want to be too rough with her. Given my supernatural abilities, my strength will always be a risk.
Once my thumb grazes the top of her cheeks, both of us gasp. Every brush, every back and forth, a wildfire blazes through my nerve endings.
Nariko closes her eyes, leaning her head against my palm.
“Why do you feel so good?” She nestles into my touch. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About this.”
I swallow, trailing my knuckles down her jaw, my finger ghosting the sides of her plump lips.
Because we’re meant for each other. We are destined, a plan the universe has always had in mind. Our souls are carved out of the same stardust, tying us together for life.
I can’t say that. Not yet.
“I’ll tell you one day soon.”
“Oklahoma! We have to go!” Jazz shouts from the diner entrance.
Nariko’s brother yells next, “Nariko! We’ve got something good on the radar. We have to leave now to chase it.”
The happiness on her face vanishes. “Duty calls.”
