Her kiss had a soul. It had a vision. It was vibrant enough to breathe life into me. It reached in deep and awakened something I was unaware lived so vibrantly inside me. She controlled my heartbeat, and the rhythm of the roaring beats rose through my blood and danced atop my skin, the magic warming me from the inside out.
She drew away, pouring her gaze into mine, keeping me pinned to the sensual exchange.
Desiree was the universe poured into a single body. A woman that stole away the essence of who I thought I was and made a better, tamer version of me come alive.
I had known more about death than I did life, but she had been the only person that possessed the power that awakened me from the nightmare I had chosen to live in.
She leaned in and recaptured my lips. Her kiss possessed the power to carry me into flight, and I drifted on the beauty of it and relished the fullness of her gifted caress. She reignited the spark of light within me that had been doused by my harshest darkness.
When she eased back, I managed to reclaim a small part of myself, but I eagerly accepted the changes taking place within me, only for her. My heart thundered in my chest, and my head swam with unrelenting emotions that made me sway. Observing the way her tongue slid over her lips after tasting me added fuel to the heat she had stroked.
“Lit matches and gasoline don’t belong together,” she whispered against my mouth, in such a seductive tone, it intensified the situation in my pants.
Desiree had delivered a message, letting me know that she had her own brand of chaos that had the power to make me bend to her will. She could take whatever the hell she wanted from me, and I would let her.
Her lingering departure captured my gaze until she disappeared from sight. I’d never had a stronger desire than the one I had for her. She had turned that desire into a raging need so strong that I was giving serious consideration to my role in her life.
It had to have been the strength of growing up as an Evans that had allowed her to accept my wicked revelations. Any other woman would have reported me to the cops, after dragging a gun from a shoebox to shoot my ass with.
The plan to drive Desiree away had backfired, and I believed I had inadvertently drawn her in further. However, a beacon flashed through the hailstorm of emotions she had flooded me with. Arjen. I couldn’t ignore the glaring fact that she was my brother’s fiancée.
How was I going to get through this? How was I supposed to resist what was irresistible?