Page 35 of Destined By Dragonblood
Warmth flooded my veins with more intensity than usual.
He was here—but the strength of his presence suggested he would be visible if I looked over my shoulder.
My heart rate spiked, a rush of adrenaline weakening my limbs in the best way possible.
The person in front of me moved forward to order, and I attempted to do the same but stumbled.
A firm hand grasped my elbow.
Even through the coat prohibiting skin contact, I felt a sense of connection with him as I had with Elijah two years earlier. A strange recognition of a similar soul, or perhaps we had known one another in a previous life. That awareness of my stalker’s invisible presence heightened and solidified into knowledge he stood behind me in the flesh.
I lifted my head, turning slightly.
The blond god I’d seen outside the cafe in Manhattan peered down at me, his grip on my arm holding me upright.
A rush of saliva flooded my mouth, and I swallowed hard as a shudder quaked me in my boots.
Amber eyes seeming to flicker with golden fire roamed over my face as though drinking me in as thoroughly as I did him. High cheekbones flushed from either the cold or nervousness. Nostrils flared at the base of his Grecian nose. His deep inhale, as though scenting me like a shifter in the romance novels I read, sent shivers down my spine.
My good eyes, my desire-inducing stalker, was beauty personified. Perfection unknown on Paris runways and across magazine covers. Tall and heavily muscled, he loomed over me but didn’t feel threatening in any way. If he asked me to sink to my knees, I wouldn’t hesitate to gift him my submission.
The truth of how he physically and mentally affected me caused my mouth to water rather than raise the hairs on my nape with alarm. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from whimpering from the overwhelming need.
“Are you all right?” His low voice was husky yet smooth as silk and as tantalizing as a lover’s caress I hoped to enjoy one day soon.
“F-Fine,” I sputtered, my face hot and insides fluttering.
His hand slid down my coat-covered arm, and instinct didn’t allow me to flinch away from the stranger’s touch.
Warm fingertips ghosted over mine?—
An onslaught of energy whipped through my body, ripping a gasp from my lungs as his hand fell to his side. His flesh coming into contact with mine triggered some sort of reaction throughout my nervous system.
Was that how true attraction affected a person?
A sense of comfort flooded me, and I relaxed into the tingling vines wrapping around my body like a cradling hug. The scent of campfires on cool nights and cedar filled my lungs on my deep inhale, and I whimpered as a rush of wetness soaked the cotton of my panties.
I stared, smitten by the sight of him, aroused beyond what I’d ever experienced before. Surely, a gentle caress over my clit would send me careening into a flood of sensations only Master Vanni had led me toward.
A slow smile curved my stalker’s generous mouth as though he knew exactly how his touch affected me.
“Can I help you?” A muffled voice barely reached through my concentration.
Good eyes stood close to a foot taller than me, and every cell inside my body yearned to move into his embrace. Grab hold with all my might and never let go. Lift my face for his kisses. Allow him to push against all of my limits and take what belonged?—
“Excuse me?” An annoyed tone yanked me from my fantasy.
Blinking, I became aware of the scent of coffee and donuts. I glanced behind me to find the cashier’s one eyebrow raised as she glanced between me and…
Mine.
Awfully presumptuous of my mind to whisper such a word, but I couldn’t help the sureness of who this man was to me.
But I’d thought that once upon a long time ago when I’d first experienced arousal, and initiating contact with that man had ruined me for life.
Swallowing hard, I turned my focus on the blond god, more than anything wanting to trust more the sense of safety I felt from his proximity.
I’d never believed my pastor would hurt me either though.
