Page 12 of Red

“Red? Why are you calling me that? Why do you want to help me?”

He doesn’t answer me right away. He just looks me up and down with the most fierce look. Leaning closer to me, he places his forehead against mine, breathing me in. I close my eyes as our breaths mingle. My heart rate starts to calm itself.

Whispering, he says in the deepest, smoothest voice, “You’re mine, Red.”

His deep voice rubs against my skin, causing a throbbing between my legs. My pussy starts to throb and I can feel myself dampen. I’ve never had such a reaction to just a voice. Usually my distrust of most people plays in immediately, and I have to keep my guard up. But with this man, my walls seem to fall. His rough hands come to the back of my neck and into my hair. He pulls tighter, forcing me to arch closer and tilt my head back. It’s pinching my scalp, making me tingle in ways I shouldn’t.

Searching my face, he must see something because he leans down and rubs his lips against mine. My brain seems to short-circuit because all I can think is, please kiss me, please kiss me.

Licking his tongue across my lips, I part them to accept it into my mouth. My hands come up to his shoulders to help me deepen the kiss even more and a moan echoes out into the cabin. My face starts to heat when I realize that the moan came from me.

I’ve never kissed anyone like this before. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach start to take flight and I love the feeling. Wrapping his hand around my waist, he releases my hair and lifts me, gripping underneath my ass. My legs automatically go around his waist and I start to rub against him. We keep kissing. It’s like we’re each other’s air and we haven’t breathed in a lifetime.

I can feel Zeev getting harder underneath me. He starts to move towards the bedroom. As he moves, I come to my senses. I started to panic a bit and can’t believe that I’m dry-humping a stranger. This isn’t like me. Reluctantly pulling away, I stop the kiss.

I whisper, “I can’t do this.”

He lets me go instantly. I slide back down to my feet and back away, creating distance between us not knowing what the hell came over me. I look up through my embarrassment, blushing deeply.

“I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I don’t act like this,” I whisper.

Not waiting for a reply, I hightail it out of the room running straight for the bedroom and slam the door shut in a panic. I stay against the door while my heart starts to calm, looking around the room to distract myself. I see the bedroom is the same as the main room. Just furniture, no personal items. There’s a queen size bed and a set of dressers.

I flop down onto the bed and mutter, “This has to be a dream. It can’t be real.”

Rolling over to my side, I think about how Zeev’s lips felt on mine. I trace my lips with my fingers. I still can’t believe that kiss. It’s the last thing I think about as I fall asleep.

Chapter 9

Zeev

I watch my woman scurry back to the bedroom. Fuck. That kiss keeps coming to my mind. It sure was something else. How have I never felt anything like that before? I’m not even sure what that was except that it proves that she was made for me.

Her lips are the softest little pillows that I’ve ever kissed. I can still taste her on my lips. All I can think about is what I want to do to her body. I’ll give her some time to get over her embarrassment, but that’s it.

Keeping her safe has to be my number one priority before taking down Old Lady Marelle.

Locking all of the doors and setting the alarm, I go to take a shower. Going as fast as I can because I don’t want to be away from Blanche for too long. I need her to know that she will always be by my side. Feeling the pull towards my Red, I wrap a towel around my waist and go into the bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, I see her asleep on the bed. Good. I’m glad that she’s sleeping. She was up most of the night.

Like a moth to a flame, I have to be close to her, moving to get dressed quietly so as not to wake her. Knowing that she’s here with me and safe settles something in me. It’s like I’ve lived with a hole in my chest my whole life and now it’s filled. I don’t want to be with her, I need to be with her.

Climbing onto the bed, I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. We’ll sleep like this for the rest of our lives. Listening to her breathing and having her in my arms calms the chaos within. It’s the same feeling I get when I’m in the forest. Sleep doesn’t usually come easily, but as I lay with her, I fall into oblivion.

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Blanche

Waking up, I feel extremely warm and like I have something heavy on top of me. Opening my eyes, Zeev's beautiful face is the first thing that I see.

The sunlight is peeking through the curtains. I glance over at the clock on the night stand and see that it’s two in the afternoon. Fuck, I’m tired.

Looking back over at Zeev, he looks so peaceful. Quite the contrast from when I fell into him. He seemed so hard and scary. His large muscular arm is draped across my body with his hand gripping my breast. He’s holding me like I’m his. Just seeing him gripping me turns me on. I’ve never had anyone hold me like this before, so possessively.

I can’t help but think about the kiss that we shared. The blush starts to creep up my chest and neck. Touching my lips, it feels like the ghost of his lips is still on them. I expected his lips to be rough, but they were so soft. Most men I’ve kissed tasted a little sour but not Zeev. He was delicious. I would’ve never thought manhandling would be sexy, but the way he grabbed me like he knew exactly what he wanted from me…and my body wanted to give it all to him.

I’m not a prude. I’ve been with other guys before, but I usually have to have a connection with them before I even consider kissing them. Yesterday though, it was like a fire was burning inside of me and I needed his lips on mine. I have never felt like this with anyone else. It’s like my body recognizes his.

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