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Down girl, down, was the only thing I could think of as lighting struck not far away from us, splitting a tree in two.
Soren drove hard. All I could do was nod my head and press my face harder against him. That smell should be bottled. Every woman on this planet would buy it. I knew what I’d be dreaming of when I was alone in my bed, hopefully soon.
The vibration of the motorcycle slid up through my body. That, combined with his body pressing against me, made my nipples so hard they would have been able to cut glass. I was thankful I wore a sweatshirt under my old, ratty jacket.
As he drove fast, and the thunder and lightning turned the sky into a playfield for the gods, it was impossible not to ask myself what Soren was. Who was the man who picked me up in the forest? Did I trade Karl for a worst-case scenario?
Maybe my body will be on Karl’s autopsy table tomorrow, and he’ll post photos of my broken parts online.
Fuck. That was creepy. Karl was creepy.
Rain started to fall in huge waves of water, drenching us within seconds. I recalled why I disliked motorcycles. You get wet riding them. You don’t get wet inside a car.
The motorcycle took the curves fast. Rainwater splashed all around us. I started to feel the chills of the rain penetrating me down to my bones. The shivers from the cold only got worse when the wind blew against us. My hair was dripping wet. I was sure this would end with me catching a cold and being bed bound for a week.
Luckily, Soren was warm. Even as wet as he was, his body was like a stove. His jacket kept some of the rain away, but his hair dripped on my face. His shirt clung to his muscular body, as did my fingers which dug into his rock-hard abs.
I should have asked where we were going. Now it was too late to say anything. The motorcycle was too loud. I kept my eyes pinched shut. I couldn’t see much in the darkness, and the rain made everything worse.
He stopped. I opened my eyes. We had driven up behind my house.
“Do you have your key?” he asked.
I hesitated to let him go. He was warm, and his presence made me feel safe in a way I’d never felt before.
“Yes. Hmm, would you… I mean… if you don’t have other plans…. Tea?”
I’ve never felt as clumsy and stupid in my entire life.
“If you want me to.”
The rain hit us hard. I stood in front of this man who made my hormones crazy, shivering with clattering teeth and wet hair plastered all over my face. And Soren… the fucking devil looked like a god. His hair was slick back, and his green eyes sparkled in the dim light coming from across the street.
“I do.” I was so eager to have Soren in my house again, this time without bullet holes that bled.
I took his hand and pulled him after me. We arrived in front of the back door. I clasped the keys in my hand, shaking badly. My eyesight was not great in the dark and the rain and wind made it worse. The cold wasn’t helping me, either.
Soren’s warm hands wrapped around mine. God! His body pressed against my back. I felt his hot breath on my wet neck. Fuuuck. This man would be the death of me.
“Let me,” he said.
I nodded and let go of the key. Every inch of my skin craved his touch. Would he undress and spank me if I were a really good girl? I was about to kick myself. I’ve never had such thoughts. Never. For no one, not even Nick.
We were inside the warm house a few seconds later. I was afraid to turn on the light. Darkness was perfect for the things that crossed my mind. It embraced us in the small hallway I used as a laundry room. Now and then, lighting sent its rays to help me make out this man’s smile. His hot skin radiated warmth. Even after we entered the room, his hand still clasped mine. I desired him to touch me, everywhere.
My knees felt like jelly. Suddenly, it was difficult to catch my breath.
“Yana?”
His voice sounded like a prayer and a command at the same time. Thick desire laced it. Soren caged me. His body was like a heater. His shirt was already dry as he pushed me against the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His hands lay on my shoulders. Water dribbled from his shoulder-length hair onto me. Not that my clothes could get any more wet than they already were.
“What are you?” My shaking voice echoed inside the silent house.
His thumb moved over my lower lip. I was tempted to stick out my tongue and lick it.
Soren leaned closer, so close we shared one breath.
“Do you care?” He pulled his hand away from me. I immediately mourned the loss.
