Golden Anidae (A Blushing Death Novel) by Suzanne M. Sabol

Author:Suzanne M. Sabol [Sabol, Suzanne M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781619353237
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Published: 2013-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

“Juliana was so dark. Dark hair and skin. Eyes the color of obsidian.” His voice was husky and tortured as he spoke of her, his fingers grazing my skin with the lightest of touches. It should have been romantic but all I could feel was the acid churning in the pit of my stomach.

“You,” he breathed. “You’re lightness itself. Your skin and hair shimmer, even in the dark.” He stroked my bottom lip, plumping the soft flesh. “Your eyes are deep and dangerous like a storm cloud just before a tornado. They promise so much.”

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down hard. Not only didn’t I know what to do, but I didn’t want him touching my bottom lip anymore.

“I find it incredibly erotic that I make you nervous. I don’t think many people make you nervous,” he said with a mischievous half smile.

“You . . . you don’t make me nervous,” I stammered and even I heard the lie in my voice.

“Stop biting your lip,” he ordered with a satisfied grin.

I let my bottom lip go and watched his eyes dart from my gaze to my mouth. He was going to kiss me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Other than kill him but that wasn’t the plan.

Leaning in to me, he closed the inches between us and brushed his lips against mine. Fighting every instinct I had to step away, I exhaled and relaxed. He pressed his lips against mine in a chaste, gentle caress of a kiss. His fingers stretched into my hair and I let the tension fall away from my body. He had to believe I wanted him. I had to believe I wanted him or he would know I was lying.

I closed my eyes and thought about the last kiss Dean had given me before I’d left, of Dean with his hands clutched around my wrists and nothing more. Dean’s lips crushing mine and showing me how much he wanted me, needed me. His firm chest pressed up against mine in a silent attempt to remind me of what would be waiting for me when I came back. When. Not if.

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