Page 41 of Crowned In Blood
I held my breath with him. We were completely tense, still, and then I fired. One moment everything was calm, the next, my target was completely engulfed in flames.
It wasn't large and unruly like the movies, but it was wild, unique,beautiful.Excitement coursed through my veins as Marco smiled softly, and if I weren't still holding the bazooka, I would have thrown my arms around him and kissed him.
The thought was absolutely ludicrous, ridiculous,crazy, and yet the want was still there.
Would it be so bad if I just?—
I mentally shook my head.Absolutely the fuck not.That would never happen,never.
"Feel better?"
My voice came out as a whisper. "Yes, thank you."
Marco was still standing far too close to me, the heat of his body invading every bit of sense I had left, and yet I couldn't pull away.
He had given me the best gift I'd ever received, an experience of a lifetime that made me feelalive.I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so much joy and it was tied to him, like an extension of him that lived within me.
Whether he knew it or not, Marco had just seen a part of me no one else had, one I didn't even know I was capable of. His thoughtfulness brought that out, and though I'd never tell him, I was grateful. He had not only offered me a light to guide me through the darkness surrounding me, he'd yanked me out of it.
He cupped the bazooka, and I slipped it into his arms carefully, then took a step away.
"What are you doing?" he asked, slipping it inside its case before pulling out a fire extinguisher. "We're not done."
"What?"
He put out the fire, then walked back to me and opened another case holding an RPG.
As he had with the bazooka, he walked me through how to hold it, and the targeting system. He warned me about the weight and checked twice to make sure I was comfortable with it. Then he stood behind, but to the side to support me.
And when he wrapped his arm around me, my stomach flipped. I had to swallow to soothe my scratchy throat, hoping he wouldn't somehow see my hard nipples beneath my clothes.
I was terrified he'd find out the truth—that no matter how much I fought it or what I said… I wanted him.
I thought it would go away as soon as I fired the RPG, that the pretty explosion would calm me down and distract me. But when I turned around and looked up at him, he looked so pleased with himself, with how happy he'd made me, that it only grew.
We went through a similar cycle with the next weapon—a machine gun. Every shot I fired had our bodies bumping, vibrating against one another.
I'd never been so turned on in my life.
I all but shoved the gun back into his hands. If this was some type of seduction, it was workingfartoo well and no matter how much I wanted to resist, I couldn't.
After all I'd gone through, I thought I'd never want a physical relationship with anyone ever again. The idea of a kiss or sex being pleasurable seemed like a fantasy to me. I'd had sex. It hurt, it left me empty, and I didn't understand why people craved something so painful.
But if Marco touched or flirted with me again, no matter how much I knew I shouldn't, thatweshouldn't, I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me.Especially, if he wanted to fuck me.
I wanted to know what it would be like to feel his warmth on every inch of my skin. I wanted him to kiss me, to hear him moan and grunt in my ear. Feel him thrusting inside of me. Iachedfor it. I was so fucking wet that I was dangerously close to begging for him to do something,anything.
Marco put away the machine gun while I took several deep breaths to center myself. I glanced his way, but he was looking at everything else but me.
Was he just as affected as I was?The thought pleased me far more than it should have and I bit my lip.
His eyes met mine, then slid down to my bottom lip as I released it from my teeth. A tic started in his jaw and I grinned.
Good. I hope you'll have to take a cold shower too.
Then I imagined him naked.
Fuck.
