Page 146 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

I stop her with a kiss.

That’s what I do because it’s the more I feel I should do. I can’t say it. I feel it. I feel for her and it frightens me but not enough to stop me.

She kisses me back with the hunger we usually share but the cup of her face and the way I stroke the skin there tames the hunger to something more sensual.

She feels it too.

Like most things I can tell she feels it. It’s obvious because she backs away from me with a jolt like someone’s zapped her with electricity.

Her chest rises and falls and her wide eyed stare confirms my thoughts.

She presses her fingers to her lips and the soft plump flesh parts as she stares at me.

“I …should tend to the food.” She rushes back to the stove and I move over there to her and switch off everything.

She watches me, stunned.

“No,” I tell her. “I want you.”

“So you can forget life?” She throws back.

I shake my head and it feels like it’s the first time in weeks I embrace reality and the present. And I’m not thinking about Tommy.

I’m thinking about her as in right here and now and how she fits in my life and how she feels like she belongs there, and everywhere I am and everywhere I go.

“I want to remember,” I declare, stunning her. “I want to remember… you.”

As the declaration slips from my lips again my mind goes right along with it and I allow myself to fall.

It’s laughable since this was my game. My plot to use the angel and break her. She’s the one who broke me.

She broke that damn control I strive to keep and as she moves to me I know I want nothing more than this woman in my arms forever.

A flutter of her fingers over my chest as she presses her palms to me sparks my heart and soul. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. Or, if I ever did.

I lower to kiss her and she moves to me too.

The kiss starts with a brush of my lips against hers and it sends a scatter of electricity through my nerves.

I caress her face to gaze into her eyes and I know I want her, and she wants me too. She kisses me back and then we fall into passions call. It takes us and claims us. The only thing I think to do is pick her up and carry her back to bed. Back to the place we exist in the lure of passion. Back to the place where I claim her and truly make her mine.

I lay her on her back and pull the shirt off. It’s then that she doesn’t look like the angel. She’s more. She’s the goddess. She’s the goddess of my heart.

I step out of my boxers and plunge into her hot wet pussy, immersing myself in her body as it welcomes me.

As I pump into her over and over again I feel it. I feel the thing I’ve been fighting. I feel it take me and it fuels my moves.

I’ve had sex with this woman more times than I can count, I’ve been with enough women to know the difference between sex… and love.

What I’m doing is not having sex, and the passion filled look in her eyes as she writhes beneath me shows she knows too.

The need to be closer to her takes me and I lower to press my forehead to hers, entwining my fingers with hers. It’s then the ultimate sensation of us takes over and I get truly lost in her.

I make love to her.

I make love to the angel and it doesn’t stop there.

That’s just the first time.

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