Page 16 of Tattooed Cowboy
My mouth drops, hungry and fierce, lips seizing hers, unraveling in the heat of our need.
My hands cup her cheeks, stepping her back to the table’s edge. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, ravenous, desire climbing like the thunderheads outside.
The air swarms—alive.
Whispers thread it, chanting our secret, tucking it into mist and shadow.
I angle her head. The kiss deepens until space itself thins.
The cabin glows, its objects a riot of hum and light.
Her hand comes to my forearm, the bracelet liquefying in the blaze of our touch.
Cool as water, strong as wire, it winds our fingers together.
I try to pull back, voice shaking.
“You don’t know what this means.”
But she grips me tighter, eyes finding mine.
Her chin lifts, voice a silk-edged dare.
“Then, show me.”
Her arms tighten around my body, hands pressed to bare flesh.
Chest to chest, breathing each other’s air.
The world goes silent, one held breath between heartbeats.
Then a single note floods everything, raw, pure, unheard for too long to remember—the Starborn pitch, the one that lives in bone.
Her fingers are electricity on my skin, burning and awakening, shivers of need sliding through me.
My heart pumps, blood singing with her name, the bond quickening, yet to be spoken in flesh.
I sense the part of her that wants to run from the power of this. It echoes in the tremor of my hands.
But the rest—her truer self—leans in like I do.
“Whatever this is,” she whispers. “I want to feel it all. To understand you through touch, the way words never could.”
“Yes,” I murmur, showering her in kisses.
New words whisper through my mind.You think I don’t understand what you’re warning me from. You’re wrong. I feel the same wildfire. I want to burn anyway.
Not my thoughts—hers.
Then, let us burn together, I answer.
Her eyes flicker with awe and wonder.
“The bond is deeper than bodies,” I tell her, tearing down psychic walls to let her slip deeper.
Her eyes pool, lips trembling as she sees to the very heart of me.
My hands skim her shoulders; the coat pools at our feet. Fingers come to the front of her mint blouse, teasing loose the ties. Each unknotting a binding, drawing us closer to a reality I’ve only heard whispered in the darkest corners.
