Page 41 of Falcon

There’s a moment in every fight when you can feel the win in your bones. The rush of adrenaline makes your blood sing, and the urge to land that final blow explodes out of your pores. I’ve always referred to it as the “fuck yeah” moment, when you want to thrust your victory fists in the air and scream in excitement. I’ve had those moments a few times in my life.

“Fuck yeah” moments are bleak, nearly unnoticeable bursts of nothingness in comparison to what I feel the moment my lips touch hers.

It is like a firework exploded into a rocket that crashed into a shooting star that burst into a million shockwaves, and when she opens her mouth enough to allow my tongue access to hers, she gives a little moan that sets fire to my blood.

I step forward, walking her backward to the brick wall by the staircase. We are tucked into the shadows, shielded in privacy, but in this moment, that doesn’t even matter. No one else in the world exists right now. It’s simply her and me.

Her hand has found its way to the nape of my neck and I can feel her fingernails grazing and scratching along my skin. Her back connects with the brick wall in a thud. She tilts her head to the side and I follow her, not allowing our connection to break.

My tongue slips, slides, and dances with hers as I use my thumbs below her jawline to push, tilting her head back to expose her neck.

I seize the moment to kiss from her lips, over her chin, across her jaw, and to her pulse. It’s hammering under my lips.

“Falcon…” she whispers under her breath. She’s not saying my name to get my attention. My name is leaving her lips in pure pleasure.

I place my hands on the wall behind her head, trapping her in, and I bring our eyes back to level. I can just make out her irises in the darkness.

“You’re perfect, Faith. You’re everything.” The words tumble out of my mouth and I don’t even mean for them to. It’s almost like they were bursting to get free and the need to kiss her was the only thing keeping them at bay.

I can see her chest rising and falling with each breath she takes.

“You make me…feel.” She wraps her arms around me once again and pulls our lips back together.

I slide my hands from her shoulders, down her forearms to her wrists, and pull them from around my neck, gliding my thumbs along her veins. She begins to tremble in my hands. Her responsiveness is going to fucking unman me. My cock is rock-hard beneath my jeans and it’s nearly painful.

I raise her arms up and pin them to the wall above her head. She tugs at them just a bit, but I tighten my hold, just to keep her in place, and when I do, her entire demeanor shifts in a split second.

“No. No. Stop.” She tugs her arms and twists her body, trying to get away from me, and without a second thought, I step backward away from her.

“What? What’s the matter?” I ask.

She covers her mouth with her hand and shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m sorry.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s not that.” She stands up straight and takes a breath. “I’m sorry. I just need to get to my car.”

“And I’ll walk you there, but I need you to tell me what just happened, Faith.” I tentatively step toward her, and she lets me. She doesn’t pull away or try to move.

“It’s not you, I promise, it’s not. I just…I don’t like being pinned down like that. I need to be able to move.”

I let her words sink into my brain and swirl around.

“I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have known. Don’t let this change what just happened. It was a perfect first kiss, Falcon, and I don’t want it ruined now.” She touches my cheek.

“First kiss?” I smile, trying to lighten the mood. “So you’re saying there’s a chance there will be a second? And a third?”

“First, because I definitely want it to happen again,” she says, and scratches her nails through the scruff on my cheeks.

I lean down and place a kiss to the center of her forehead.

“I hope you allow me the honor again.” She gives me a soft smile in return. “Let’s get you to your car.”

I allow her to head up the stairs ahead of me and with each step we take, a new question makes a home in my head, but the final one burns as it settles in.

What happened to you, Faith Morgan?

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