Page 22 of Taming
In the quiet darkness, my fingers trail up the strong column of his throat before settling against his jaw.
He’s handsome. His features are carved from stone with beauty that’s too alluring to ignore. He really is a predator. Built to attract and built to destroy all at the same time.
For a moment, my attention lingers on his full lips. His lashes flutter open just as my tongue rolls across my lips as I think about every detail of his body that’s pressed nicely against mine.
I oddly don’t want to kiss him. The thought of it causes a sinking feeling to drop right through my stomach. I don’t want to kiss anyone. I don’t want sweet sentiments and love. Not at all. Not ever again.
But the hard way Chaos’ body is surrounding mine makes me wish I did.
His head dips low and fear strikes through me.
Fuck, he’s going to kiss me.
I arch back from him, still holding him and allowing him to hold me but my face is pulled as far away from him as I possibly can.
Confusion darkens his eyes
“I—I think you’re okay. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed.” My hands pull away from him, awkwardly raised just near his face.
He still holds me tightly against him as if he’s fighting a primal demand within him.
“Thanks,” he says slowly, his grip on me finally loosening before his hands slip sadly away from me entirely.
I turn around, letting out a long breath once he’s out of sight but still very much in mind. My fingers slip over the soft kitchen curtain and I pull it away. The cloth is offered to him, and he smirks as he takes it. He wraps it carefully around his lean hips. The golden skin of his stomach demands my attention, but I force myself not to let my gaze linger on his defined body.
I step past him and my shoulders lower as another deep exhale leaves me. The small bed meets my palms, and I push down until I’m comfortably lying on top of the blankets. My face sinks into the soft pillow, and all I want is for this night to be over.
It is very much not over though.
The bed dips low and his big body settles over mine. The air pushes forcefully from my lungs as he hugs his body against me.
“Not tonight. I just want to sleep alone, K.”
“K? Is that like a term of endearment?” A weird happy tone fills his words and my stomach sinks.
It does sound like a term of endearment.
Eww.
“I think I’m just lazy and didn’t want to put effort into your name, Chaos.”
“How endearing.” His big palms slip around me as his head settles low against my back. The trimmed beard makes my spine arch against the tickling feel of it.
We’re opposite of how we normally sleep. Instead of his hands pushing against my spine, they’re pushing between my hips, and I can’t help but shift against his heavy touch. His fingers tense against the sensitive skin between my hipbones, so low but not low enough. With a breath caught in my lungs, I wait for him push our boundaries, to skip the heated looks and teasing touches and slide his fingers right where I want them.
Big hands flatten against my navel, no longer sweeping against my flesh in a tingling torment that makes every fiber of my being ache. Warm lips whisper against my lower back as he brushes a chaste kiss over my spine. A shiver shakes through me.
“Good night, Low.”
The tension in my chest slips away on a heavy breath.
“Good night, K.”
A rumbling sound of amusement hums through his chest and against my back, and I think about how good he feels wrapped around me until I finally fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Reckless Emotions
