I finally summon up the courage, and with trembling hands, I push open the door to the full glowing sun casting beauty on the full blood dripping sex appeal. His lean body is straddling his bike as he leans over the handlebars of his sleek, black ride. His dark jeans perfectly tapered to his body remind me of all the times they slapped the floor in our numerous homes. His black shirt hangs off him with seduction as it whips in the wind, giving me a peek at those mouthwatering abs my hands once scoured without hesitation. His firm, stunning skin basks in the light of the full glowing sun.
I almost feel like I should wipe drool from my mouth, and his devious smirk lets me know that’s exactly what he was trying to do to me. I roll my eyes while walking to him, and he rests his helmet on the handlebars while leaning back on the beast ready to be cranked.
“Since when does a full blood need a helmet?” I tease to lighten the air.
“I thought it might be a good idea to keep the women from going crazy when they see this,” he says while motioning to his face. “It might be too much for them to bear in the full glow, and considering we changed the tinting times to be lesser, there’s a lot more sun out these days.”
I can’t help but laugh, and he smirks while pulling my hand in his and my body closer.
“You look amazing,” he says with that beautiful smile distracting me.
“You look like you’re leaving,” I softly retort, straying from saying, you look like sex on wheels.
“I am. I’ve got to head out to spread the cure around for my kind. We’re doing it in smaller intervals to keep people from storming the gates here at Seminole. I’ll be heading up the clinical side of things, making sure there are no side effects we need to know about of course. Then I’m off to see some places in the world I’ve only ever dreamt about seeing under the sun without the shadow cast from the red-orange sky.”
I smile at his elation before staring down at the ground, and he tilts my chin up so my eyes meet his again.
“I don’t like the contacts,” he grumbles. “It hides the true beauty of your eyes.”
“Well, people might accept me for a lot of things, but an emergent’s daughter is still not something they’re ready to risk. Maybe one day though,” I murmur hopefully.
“Things are changing pretty quickly. It may happen sooner than we think. I for one will be an advocate for emergents.”
“They’d never allow it if they knew what all I’m actually capable of. I still don’t fully know the extent of my abilities. I can’t blame them for exercising fear and caution.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” he interjects rapidly. “I never have been… ever.”
“I know,” I mumble shyly.
“Do you? It’s important to me you do. I know what an amazing woman you really are no matter where you came from. I know you’d never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it no matter what state of mind your in. Your savage has even started liking me a little,” he says with a touch of humor on the end.
I let a laugh escape, and he kisses the back of my right hand.
“It’s hard not to like you,” I joke while letting my thumb stroll over the back of the hand holding it.
He sighs, and stares at my rings, the same hand that once held his ring of promise. After a few silent seconds, he looks up to meet my eyes again.
“I’ll be checking in on you and your baby as often as I can. If you ever need me for anything at all, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you. You know that don’t you?”
“I do, Brazen,” I say while staring back into those pale eyes.
“Good. So don’t lose my number.”
I laugh again, and his arms wrap around me as he pulls me to his body. He slides me into his lap, and I feel his body along with the metal of the motorcycle beneath us as he clutches me almost too tightly.
“I love you, baby,” he coos, his soft, cool breath finding my cheek.
I’m torn about what to say, but he puts his finger to my lips before I let anything come out.
“Don’t. Just let me say it for now. You can say it in… hmm… say seven hundred years or so?”
I roll my eyes at his morbid humor while he snickers at his own line.
“Well, can I kiss the bride?” he chirps when his light laughter subsides.
I smile and turn my cheek to meet his lips, but he pulls my face front as his lips firmly press against mine. I let the kiss go on, knowing it’s the last he’ll have for a really long time if he holds true to not finding anyone else to fill the void.
It’s so soft, his lips intertwining with mine, his tongue lightly slipping through my parted lips. It gets a little steamier, and his grip tightens. I pull my hand behind his head to let him know this is hard for me too.
