Page 36 of Pushed Through The Dark
My heart was hammering in my chest, but for all the wrong reasons. It used to beat for freedom. It used to pound for a chance at a brand new life.
And now it was pounding for him. For his warm embrace. For his rock hard muscles. For his fearlessness to keep me safe; even if it was just for his own pleasure. Hesavedme.
Turning to face him, I asked, "Why me?"
"What?" His fingers slid between mine as we pressed the dough and rolled it out.
"Why me? Why'd you choose me, and not someone else? There were a lot of girls to choose from."
Koa's lips closed as he kept his eyes on the ball of dough. "Because you didn't belong there." He turned his face to mine and we were nose to nose. There was hardly any space between our faces, our lips so close he could kiss me if he wanted to.
"There's no way for you to know that. You saw me from a distance."
"It was in your eyes, little minx. You can tell a lot about someone from just their eyes."
Squinting slightly, I peered deep into his gaze. "I don't see anything in your eyes."
"That's because you're not really looking. You see what you want to see, or you see what you think you know. But you'll learn, not everything is as it seems, sometimes you have look deeper."
His mouth parted, my lips opened. His tongue tempted the opening, lightly licking his bottom lip. I nibbled on my bottom lip, anticipating what I wanted to come next.
Kiss me. . .
I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to help me feel human again. To feel like a woman again. To feel alive again, like my life wasn't truly over, it was just beginning.
Our eyes were frozen on each other, his gaze penetrating me to the core. And as quickly as it happened, it was gone.
Koa pulled away, taking a step to the side and wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "Alright, I think that's good. We need to let it rest, and then we can roll it out and bake it."
He swiftly took a few steps back, diverting his attention from me to cleaning up the dishes.
"I can do that," I said. "Let me help."
"No, I got it. Why don't you go upstairs and I'll call you when dinner is ready."
Bowing my head, I backed out the door and head upstairs to my room.
What the hell was that? What is happening to me?
I was afraid of what was brewing inside me. Of the demons that were taking over and allowing me to feel anything for the evil that purchased me like a painting in an art show. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, taunting me with happiness before stealing it all way.
I knew better than that. I couldn't drop my guard for a guy like Koa.
He called me his minx. . .
I called him my nightmare.
