Page 17 of The Lost Soldier
CHAPTER 5
A flutterof excitement blanketed Savanah’s skin. Her body flushed with desire only Chad could give. They had an instant spark that had started with spilled coffee when she’d been walking and texting and ended up smacking right into him and his extra-large, extra-hot, extra-black coffee, which landed on her white shirt more than on him.
“You knew I was going to walk into you that day, didn’t you?” she asked.
“I saw you coming.”
“In a vision, I bet.”
“No. I saw you. The vision was of the coffee all down your shirt and my hands on your body.” His finger danced over the top swell of her breast, dipping into her cleavage. He’d been a walking contradiction ever since she’d met him, and she’d seen all sides from the kind, sweet man she fell in love with, to the cruel, heartless person she tossed a candle at.
He sunk his thumb into her flesh, popping it under her bra.
She should bat his hand away.
But she couldn’t.
Or wouldn’t.
Didn’t matter. If she believed in the Collective Order, then he was her soulmate. Together, their gifts could be used for so much good in this world. They could bring a greater understanding of what it means to have these abilities and help stop those who abused them.
But he could hurt me again.
He stopped caressing her and tilted his head. “I will try my best not to.”
“I hate that. Don’t go inside my head again.”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just wondering what you were thinking because you were biting down on your lower lip and whenever you do that, it means you’re contemplating something.”
Every mean-spirited thing he’d said the day she’d walked out of his house came back, muddling the swirl of passion building in her heart. “You need to learn to control the mind reading thing. I have no idea how to help you with that, and neither do any of my sisters.”
“How is it that we can talk to each other in our minds, but you can’t read mine, and I don’t think I can read others?”
“I really don’t know. It’s only been recently since I’ve had that ability, and it was only using someone else as a channel, like Brett. But with you…”I just think it to you, and you can hear me.
You told me to stay out of your head.
This isn’t mind reading. This is talking.
He scratched the back of his head. “I need permission to read your mind.”
“Thanks for asking this time, but why?”
“So I can feel the subtle difference between the two.”
“Go ahead.” She closed her eyes.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
Now get the fuck out.She concentrated on his energy, keeping her mind as blank as possible.
He laughed.That’s just fucked up.
“I know,” she said.
“Huh?” He glared. “You know what.”
“That’s this is fucked up.”
