Page 96 of Stargazer

Kicking, I pushed back, retreating further in the murky depths to give him space to break the surface with his near-perfect dive.

When he came up for air, I didn’t give him a moment to breathe before I splashed him.

I wanted to be mad, but honestly, the water felt so good against my heated flesh that I couldn’t hide my relieved smile. Nor my joyous laugh.

Still, I splashed him more.

Splashed him until he reached out with closed eyes, grabbing my hands to stop the incessant pelting of water. When he caught them, he pulled, demanding my body to float to his.

I quietened down as he swapped his grip, holding both my arms in one large hand while his other pushed the hair out of his face and wiped water from his eyes.

No longer blinded, grey intense orbs of molten iron met mine.

Thunder rumbled, cracking and traversing across the surface of the lake that felt like it went on forever.

A last final warning.

And then the storm rolled in like invisible hands pulled it over us until that rain poured down and drenched every part of our bodies—our souls.

I looked up, tilting my head to the clouds that now emptied down on us.

A stifled laugh escaped me at this impossible situation.

And then I laughed some more, enjoying the heavy droplets that barraged us. Letting them wash over me.

Griffin’s eyes were the colour of the storm raging over us. A swirling tempest of emotions.

He watched me, unflinchingly, my arms still caught in those warm, strong hands of his. The spot where they connected pulsed with more electricity than the atmosphere.

Tumultuous. Tempting. Raging. This attraction between us.

My body reacted to his like it did to no other.

The cool water all around us was the only thing keeping my skin from fevering under his touch. His gaze.

We really needed to stop being partnered up for these things.

He was my ultimate distraction. My destruction. He brought out some inner beast in me. Made me feel so strongly I sometimes wondered if I’d combust.

I was a supernova when it came to him. Just like his nickname for me.

I watched him.

Watched the silver swirl in his eyes.

Watched his thick lashes blink as the rain weighed down on them.

Watched his lips and the way the drops of water followed the curve of them down his chin and sharp jaw.

Watched the drenched strands of his dark hair fall into his face.

Watched his stormy gaze again as they locked on my mouth.

I was not able to contain myself. Not able to hold back from the beautiful dark god before me.

Not as his hands reached out to push my own rain slicked hair out of my face and found a spot to rest on either side of my neck, holding me captive to him.

And in that moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

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