Page 85 of Secret Gifts
I prop up against one of the enormous columns on the porch, staring down at them from the my high perch, as the scent of sex and candy drifts to me, and the wind carries his delicious taste to my mouth.
His dark hair is short, but long enough for the wind to play with it. I’m a little envious of the wind’s fingers running through the hair I want to be touching right now. His sculpted body lies hidden in the clothes I would rather see on the floor, and his incredible pale eyes glisten under the beauty of the sunlight.
“I’m going to head on and find Mel since you’re going to stand here and drool,” Rex gripes while walking away, but I don’t take my eyes off the masterpiece in front of me.
A group of men walk out of the hotel - their militant uniforms announcing them as the elite - and I lose sight of my perfect full blood when they pass in front of him. I almost pout at their dawdling pace, but the finally move on past where he was.
He’s gone though. It’s just my uncle and some other man now.
Where did Jase go?
I scour the landscape, my eyes desperately searching for my full blood, but he has somehow managed to completely disappear.
Then I smell his delicious scent coming up from behind me just as cool arms wrap around my waist. His soft hair tickles against my face as he leans down to kiss my neck with those divinely soft lips, and his perfect body presses against my back.
“Looking for me?” he murmurs against my skin, the chill of his breath heating my core.
I turn around to look into those pale beauties, and my smile only grows as my cheeks redden.
Busted.
I smile as the lips felt to be made for mine pull me in and his daring tongue plays in my mouth. He draws back just enough to speak, and I almost jerk him back to me as he smirks.
“For the record, you taste better than sex and candy,” he murmurs, his breath icing my lips in the most surreal way.
“Really? What do I taste like?” I seduce as my lower half throbs for him.
“Throbbing, eh?” he teases, and I roll my eyes while blushing fiercely.
He grabs my ass and jerks me to him, making my longing need that much worse, and then his lips devour mine as he pushes me against the column. His hips pin me, his erection presses hard against me, and all I want to do is jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.
His salacious grin emerges as his mind spies on my devious fantasies, and then he pulls back.
“Chocolate covered strawberries, champagne, and sweet seduction,” he murmurs, and I tilt my head curiously.
“What?”
He grins bigger, his lips finding mine briefly before pulling back and taking my hand in his.
“You asked me what you tasted like,” he says with a devious smirk. “Why do you think I can’t seem to get enough.”
I giggle a little too loud, and my blushing hue returns as our fingers lace together. He opens the car door for me and releases my hand with some reluctance once I sit down. In a blink, he’s sitting down behind the wheel, his crisp blue shirt made with fabric so soft the clouds are jealous.
“I love the way you think about me,” he murmurs softly while kissing the back of my hand, and then he pushes the button to make the engine purr.
“Good, because I can’t seem to stop,” I mumble aloud, my eyes trying not to look directly at him as I over share.
I see his grin growing out of the corner of my eye, and then he hammers it into first gear while skidding off the asphalt and sloshing onto the dirt road that is still slightly muddy.
His hand holds mine once we reach the straight away and he has no more gears to shift. I smile as I lean against him, my lips kissing his arm through the sleeve of his shirt as I revel in the chill of his body.
He seems so lost in thought as his thumb strolls across the ends of my fingers, and his eyes stay intensely focused on the road ahead. There's a glistening in his pale blues that intrigues me, and a small, one-sided smirk plays on the corner of his mouth that makes me have to voice my curiosity.
“I wish I could read your mind right now. I’d love to know what that look is about,” I murmur softly while snuggling into him a little better.
I feel his cool breath against my hair as he kisses my head, and then I feel his smile getting bigger as he leans back.
“I’m glad you can’t read my mind, baby,” he says so quietly that it’s almost a whisper.
