a bratty kid knocked me over. He had said it in the exact same way, making my stomach flip like it did back then.
Something electric switched inside me, blindsiding everything else. This had happened several times since I’d become immortal but never in a vehicle in an empty parking lot where there was a chance we could get busted by a patrolling cop.
I could have stopped it, I suppose, but I didn’t. Instead, I released the caution from my thoughts and submitted to the heady swarm of lascivious feelings, allowing it to possess my senses. I stared at the curve in Nathan’s mouth, and then his lips, imaging them molding to mine.
A fiery sensation swelled inside my belly, and the sound of my quickened breaths stilled the world around us. I lifted my gaze, and Nathan’s eyes were extraordinarily bright, an indicator in immortals that frankly meant, they were horny for you. The next thing I knew, we were in the backseat kissing. I yanked his shirt up, and he took it off. He had a magnificent body, perfectly muscular with a smooth chest. He unzipped my hoodie, pushed my flimsy tank top up and unsnapped the front of my black lace bra. His lips found mine again, and I looped my hands around his neck, my legs around his waist, pulling him on top of me. Our kisses became deeper, more hungry, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I softly moaned when his hand slid down my stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Half a minute later, I was breathing erratically as Nathan’s mouth slowly roamed my neck, causing parts of my body to throb. He knew my sensitive spots and what sent me over the edge. My soft moans grew louder and my breathing faster as his fingers, tongue, and mouth manipulated places only he had access to.
A while later, I was in his arms. My whole body tingled, and my muscles felt like jello. I thought about when Nathan and I first got together–before I knew he was immortal–and he had pulled away from me several times after our kiss when I’d clearly gave him the signal I wanted more. Not that I was a slut or anything. I mean, I was still a virgin then, but I couldn’t help how much I’d wanted him. Anyway, he’d been a perfect gentleman, even though his frustration was plain on his face. And now that I thought about it, I realized how difficult that must have been for him. I looked up, and he smiled blissfully at me. The setting sun cast an orangish glow in the truck, illuminating him as if he were an angel cast in a fresco painting.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I said, breathing out a pleasant sigh.
He kissed my cheek. “I hear ya; however, if you want to get your cell phone tonight, we better go now before they close.”
“Oh . . . right.” Why had I been in such a hurry to get a cell phone? Nathan shifted under me, and I sat up. “Maybe we can--”
“Besides, after what happened with the little girl, I’m anxious to see Ameerah,” Nathan said, dispelling the mood.
My muscles tensed as soon as he mentioned her name. I scrambled to the front seat while he stepped out of the truck and back into the driver’s seat. I wasn’t jealous of Ameerah, but what he just said reminded me of our present situation and him not inviting me along. Now I remembered why I wanted my cell phone and planned on giving Tree my number so he could give it to Brayden. I knew Brayden would never exclude me from anything.
“I wanted to tell you earlier before we got passionately involved,” Nathan purred, trying to ease the tension as he drove out of the parking lot. “A dark spirit knows the emotional triggers it sparks in some immortals when they inhabit a soulless kid. They do it out of spite and entertainment. So try to keep that in mind if you ever encounter one again.”
Even though I knew he was right, I winced at the thought of killing one. I didn’t want to think about it, so I changed the subject. “I was wondering if that dark spirit happened to be the same one in my
Something electric switched inside me, blindsiding everything else. This had happened several times since I’d become immortal but never in a vehicle in an empty parking lot where there was a chance we could get busted by a patrolling cop.
I could have stopped it, I suppose, but I didn’t. Instead, I released the caution from my thoughts and submitted to the heady swarm of lascivious feelings, allowing it to possess my senses. I stared at the curve in Nathan’s mouth, and then his lips, imaging them molding to mine.
A fiery sensation swelled inside my belly, and the sound of my quickened breaths stilled the world around us. I lifted my gaze, and Nathan’s eyes were extraordinarily bright, an indicator in immortals that frankly meant, they were horny for you. The next thing I knew, we were in the backseat kissing. I yanked his shirt up, and he took it off. He had a magnificent body, perfectly muscular with a smooth chest. He unzipped my hoodie, pushed my flimsy tank top up and unsnapped the front of my black lace bra. His lips found mine again, and I looped my hands around his neck, my legs around his waist, pulling him on top of me. Our kisses became deeper, more hungry, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I softly moaned when his hand slid down my stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Half a minute later, I was breathing erratically as Nathan’s mouth slowly roamed my neck, causing parts of my body to throb. He knew my sensitive spots and what sent me over the edge. My soft moans grew louder and my breathing faster as his fingers, tongue, and mouth manipulated places only he had access to.
A while later, I was in his arms. My whole body tingled, and my muscles felt like jello. I thought about when Nathan and I first got together–before I knew he was immortal–and he had pulled away from me several times after our kiss when I’d clearly gave him the signal I wanted more. Not that I was a slut or anything. I mean, I was still a virgin then, but I couldn’t help how much I’d wanted him. Anyway, he’d been a perfect gentleman, even though his frustration was plain on his face. And now that I thought about it, I realized how difficult that must have been for him. I looked up, and he smiled blissfully at me. The setting sun cast an orangish glow in the truck, illuminating him as if he were an angel cast in a fresco painting.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I said, breathing out a pleasant sigh.
He kissed my cheek. “I hear ya; however, if you want to get your cell phone tonight, we better go now before they close.”
“Oh . . . right.” Why had I been in such a hurry to get a cell phone? Nathan shifted under me, and I sat up. “Maybe we can--”
“Besides, after what happened with the little girl, I’m anxious to see Ameerah,” Nathan said, dispelling the mood.
My muscles tensed as soon as he mentioned her name. I scrambled to the front seat while he stepped out of the truck and back into the driver’s seat. I wasn’t jealous of Ameerah, but what he just said reminded me of our present situation and him not inviting me along. Now I remembered why I wanted my cell phone and planned on giving Tree my number so he could give it to Brayden. I knew Brayden would never exclude me from anything.
“I wanted to tell you earlier before we got passionately involved,” Nathan purred, trying to ease the tension as he drove out of the parking lot. “A dark spirit knows the emotional triggers it sparks in some immortals when they inhabit a soulless kid. They do it out of spite and entertainment. So try to keep that in mind if you ever encounter one again.”
Even though I knew he was right, I winced at the thought of killing one. I didn’t want to think about it, so I changed the subject. “I was wondering if that dark spirit happened to be the same one in my
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