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“I’m sorry,” I say with a mortified sorry. “I guess I’m not so immune to beauty after all.”
She pulls her lip between her teeth, making the blood rush to my head. I let my eyes linger on her lips, distracted by the action.
“When you do that…,” I trail off deliberately and slowly raise my eyes to hers. “You make me want to kiss you so badly I ache with the need.”
“Why don’t you?” she asks, taking me by surprise. She chuckles self-consciously and looks away. “I thought you didn’t want to. I mean…you even apologized the last time.”
I wish she’d return her eyes to mine. With others, I can sense their emotions without even glancing at them, but with Abigail, I read her better when I look into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her eyes are the windows to her beautiful soul.
“You didn’t like that I apologized?” I ask quietly.
She shrugs sheepishly. “No,” she replies in a small voice after a while.
I wait until she looks at me again before smiling softly into her eyes. “I’m sorry that I apologized for kissing you.”
She chuckles. The cheery sound seems to penetrate my skin, finding its way to a spot in my heart.
“There you go again,” she says quietly and shakes her head amusedly at me. “So…when are you going to?”
“To what?” I ask absentmindedly. I can’t seem to focus when she’s looking at me with such undisguised desire.
“When are you going to kiss me like you want to?”
I close the distance between us and cup her face in my palm. “I see the way you look at me,” I say, slowly running my thumb over her lower lip. Her breath hitches, and her eyes grow darker with an avid awareness that incites the fiery lust burning inside of me. I love the feel of her smooth skin beneath my palm. And I’m sure it will taste even better in my mouth.
The air is charged with the mounting sexual tension between us as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
I wait, testing her patience.
She waits, challenging my sense of control.
It’s me who lost the battle of wills.
I hook my arm around her waist and pull her not so gently against my chest. I lower my head and claim her lips with a low feral growl. She presses herself against my body, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me closer. She opens up beneath me with a needy moan, and I dive my tongue into her mouth, slowly tasting and savoring. She tastes sweeter than I ever imagined…like forbidden fruit, dangerous yet insanely beguiling.
I pull back slowly. She blinks up at me, her deep hazel eyes clouded with an intense longing that pokes at my already weak self-restraint. I let out a shaky breath and slowly caress her slightly swollen lower lips with my thumb. “I don’t know why I waited so long to do that…but I’ll never be able to stop now.”
A soft blush spreads across her cheeks, but she doesn’t lower her eyes from mine. “I didn’t know I’d enjoy kissing my abductor so much. I’m afraid I might get addicted.”
She smiles brightly at me, her eyes twinkling with lust and amusement.Damn, she’s fucking beautiful….
I never thought anyone could find a perfect balance between passion and humor until I met Abigail Miller.
It wasn’t part of the plan, but it seems like I have fallen for my hostage, but here I am…neck deep in the muck.
* * *
Abby
The sun sets serenely in the distance, offering me a soothing view of the sky. I can almost hear the hushed melody of the tranquil evening. A gentle breeze blows at intervals, grazing my skin with its teasing strokes.
I love being able to watch the sunset from here and the feeling of calmness that accompanies the gentle sway of the swing where I sit. I absentmindedly wonder if the swing is being pushed by one of the ghosts Hex always talks to.I wouldn’t be surprised…A lot has happened in the past couple of weeks that’s begun to make me doubt the logic I lived by all my life. I’ve always scoffed at the idea that New Orleans is the home of magic. But ever since arriving at the clubhouse and meeting the dynamic members of the Ruthless Kings MC – real people with mystical gifts, I can’t keep denying the existence of magic any longer. But to believe is to acknowledge this nagging feeling in my heart that everything Pocus said about Anderson Grey was true.
Then, did I really kill people and do all of those horrible things?
I close my eyes and let out a soft whoosh. I’m not going to think about any of that right now…or ever. I’m just going to enjoy the enchanting stillness of the evening.
It’s so quiet out here…I love it.
