I SWALLOWED HARD, my mouth dry.
Make the move, Rachel. It’s your turn.She stared at me so long, so hot, that I was ready to combust, but I wasn’t going to cross the line—not when she thought sex was all I wanted.
Her mouth slanted over mine, and I was done for. The rest of the world could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have noticed, not when I had Rachel in my arms.I let her control it, gave her the power I knew she wanted as she gently sucked my lower lip between hers. Her hair fell around us, hiding us from the world and enveloping us in the scent I knew would always trigger me for sex.She slipped her tongue into my mouth, rubbing against mine, and that was the end of her control. A sound like a growl erupted from me, and I pulled her down off the railing just so I could press her against it. One of my hands tunneled in her hair while the other flexed on her hip. She was so damn tiny, but my body curled around hers as if it remembered exactly what to do—exactly how she needed to be kissed.
She opened fully under me, and I sank into her, stroking the roof of her mouth, savoring every tiny sound she made and returning to whatever would have her make it again.She kissed me back as if she’d been just as starved for it as I was, arching against me, pressing her soft breasts against my chest, and I was instantly as hard as the railing behind her. I kissed her like she was the oxygen I’d been missing, breathing in everything about her until my heartbeat finally steadied, then slammed.
The world didn’t tilt off its axis—it finally came back to normal, as if everything had been out of whack until this very moment.
I didn’t hold myself back like I did with those small kisses in Nepal. I let her know exactly how badly I wanted her. She gasped when my hand slid north, skimming the soft skin under her halter top. Her stomach quivered with her shaky inhale of breath, but she never stopped, only tightened her grip in my hair.It’s a creepy abandoned building, I said, looking up and turning in a slow circle, taking in those endless ceilings and the jagged hole from the skylight. All creepy abandoned buildings feel weird.
This is a special one, though, Blythe said, walking around the desk to stare at the drawers. She reached for one, but it was clearly locked, and she rattled it harder, trying to break it by force before trying magic.Or maybe she just felt like breaking something. I understood that.
I walked over, once again ignoring the little things going crunch underneath my tennis shoes, and nudged her aside. This calls for my particular skill set, I told her. I curled my fingers around the drawer’s knob, and when I yanked, the wood gave with a satisfying crack.But the satisfaction was short-lived, since the drawer was empty. Or at least that’s how it looked to me. But Blythe reached in anyway, waving her hands in the empty space, eyes closed. Like I said, most of the magic around this place faded when Alexander died, she told me, but there’s still a little bit left. The really strong stuff hangs around even after the person who made it is gone.