Page 111 of Taste of Blood

His hot and cold attitude has me second guessing myself. I want to just fall into his arms and push the world away, but I can’t because I don’t know if he’ll accept me.

He watches my face like he’s trying to read my mind. When he speaks, it’s not what I expected.

“Who were you dreaming about?”

The question throws me off balance. Who was I dreaming about? When?

I look to him for a clue, but his face is a vault, giving up nothing. He expects me to know what he’s talking about. WhenI come up blank, I say the only thing I can think of. The safest thing I can think of.

“You’re the only one I ever dream about.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “Ever?”

“Yes. Always have been, always will be.”

I don’t know how to make that any clearer. Why would I be pursuing him relentlessly if he wasn’t the most important person in the world to me? My thoughts are dominated by him, both waking and sleeping.

I swallow a lump in my throat and take a step toward him. “Cord, I don’t know how many ways I can tell you that I love you. I’ve done my damnedest to show you, but if you still doubt me, I guess I haven’t done a good enough job. If you need something more, just tell me. I’ll do anything.”

I’d get down on my knees and beg, if I thought that would help. I’m one step away from doing just that when he closes the distance between us and crashes his lips into mine.

The move takes me by surprise, and I struggle to get my bearings as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth, owning every part of me. A desperate moan escapes me as I open myself to him. Wanting to swallow his fire.

His life.

His soul.

The kiss is wild.

Bruising.

Vicious.

Demanding.

He doesn’t reach for anything else. Doesn’t use his hands. Doesn’t pull us closer together.

Just his mouth devouring mine. His tongue twisted around mine. His breath filling my lungs.

The only connection between us.

And yet I feel him in every cell of my body.

When he finally breaks away, his eyes open and look at me, searching mine. I return his stare, breathless and overwhelmed.

“I would taste a lie,” he whispers.

“I would never lie to you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“So you believe me?” I can’t keep the desperation out of my voice.

“I believe you believe.”

I reach a hand up and grasp his chin, pulling his face closer. “How else can I show you? Regardless of what you might think, I never stopped loving you. There has never been anyone else.”

He sighs. “I know.”