He pauses at the opening where he came in; the sun shining outside leads us to safety.
“Talk to me.” I grip his chin, tugging it down to force him to look at me. “Tell me the truth.”
His fingers slip across my jaw, his gaze darting all over my face, the truth surfacing again in his irises. The hue of red takes over; whether it’s on his own accord, he can’t hide himself from me. No matter how hard he tries.
My breathing quickens from his touch; the hard callouses of his fingers from working so hard on the ranch scratch against my skin. He growls, yanking his hand away.
I snag his wrist, leaning my cheek against his palm. “I like how you feel,” I admit, nestling into his hand. “I like it so much,it’s all I think about. You’re all I think about.” I peer up at him, knowing I must look terrible. “Why?”
His eyes become brighter, burning red suns I want to explore and understand.
Oklahoma doesn’t say a word. His body betrays him. The impressive expanse of his chest and shoulders rises and falls with every breath. His touch becomes slightly rougher, as if he is fighting with himself to not devour me.
I’m tired of fighting.
Gripping the material of his shirt, I pull him down, my lips meeting his halfway.
I’m sick of waiting for him to make the move. At his pace, I’ll be old and grey.
When his lips give in to mine, my entire world halts. My thoughts stop spinning.
Every wrong rights itself.
He moans into my mouth, his hand cupping my jaw to control the kiss. His lips are softer than I thought they would be, yet commanding with a hint of greed. His tongue slips between my lips, teasing the tip of my own. I whimper when I feel him, wanting, wishing we were anywhere else.
My body comes to life, awakening to his silent commands. I become hot with need, wanting his hand to grope and squeeze other parts of my body.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says, his voice rough with lust.
He captures a kiss from me again, sweet and slow. His lips are pliant and soft, kissing me like he has all the time in the world. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he stood here holding me until the sun set and tomorrow started.
He breaks the kiss again, leaving my lungs needy for air.
“Since when?” I ask, needing to know for myself.
“Since the moment I saw you on my property.” His mouth is swollen, his wild carmine stare has me questioning everything again.
“What are you?” I ask him, my fingers tracing the edge of his mouth, wanting to touch what appears to be a fang.
He lifts me, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ll tell you soon, but I have a feeling you already know.” He captures my lips again, better than any dream I’ve ever been able to imagine.
There isn’t a better feeling than his kiss.
Whatever he is, I don’t care.
It’s who he is that matters most to me, and he came to save me. Somehow, someway, he knew I needed help. He will not hurt me, no matter how predatory his eyes become. Harming me is out of the question.
Ifeelthat from him. The emotion is like a warm blanket of energy, cloaking all around me to keep me protected.
“I don’t care what you are, Oklahoma.” I slide my hand over his heart, noticing it doesn’t beat like mine. He’s cooler to the touch, and his heart rate is much slower.
He goes to step outside when he pauses midstep. He tilts his head back, the sun shining upon his tan skin, illuminating him like a god. When he peers down at me, the darkened cobalt is back. His features are human. When he smiles, his teeth are normal, not sharp or pointed like they were only seconds ago.
“Where did you go?” I don’t like that he has hidden himself. I want him to be who he is when he is with me, who he is meant to be.
“Where no one else can find me.” He tucks a wet piece of my hair behind my ear.
Stepping out from a hole in one of the last walls standing, a rainbow arches over the sky, showing beauty after destruction. The firefighters and paramedics run towards us, but they aren’t as fast as my brother.
