Page 53 of Protected in Darkness
“That I like the way I feel when I’m with you.”
“I know the feeling. It’s… You don’t think this is weird?”
He turned his head, tried to look down at her. “What?”
“I mean, we just met.”
“You make it sound like that’s a problem.”
“Isn’t it?” Her hand disappeared as she moved her hair out of the way. “For all you know, I could be some harlot seeking a sugar daddy.”
“Are you?”
Her hand returned to his stomach, his cock twitching in response.
“No. It’s definitely not money I’m after.”
“So whatareyou after?”
Penelope laughed. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not that I’m timid or anything. I just… I don’t want to move too fast. Ruin what might be a good thing.”
“So, I don’t have to worry about a jealous ex wanting to challenge me to a duel?”
“Not sure what man would be up for that challenge.” She giggled. “And no, I haven’t had a boyfriend in… Well, the truth is, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Not anything that lasted more than a couple of days, anyway. And that was back in high school.”
“Why not?” he prompted, curious.
“Good question. I don’t know, really. I’ve tried dating, but it’s so tedious. Like I said, it’s not easy to be around people for too long. And a guy I’m interested in … not exactly romantic when I can feel their intentions, know what they’re after.”
“And me?”
“Maybe that’s what’s throwing me off. I can’t read you. I think it scares me.”
“Ever think that maybe we’re exactly where we’re meant to be?”
Penelope’s head rose slightly. “No. I’m not sure I believe in fate or karma or the universe’s plan.”
“But you have a fascination with the supernatural?”
She chuckled. “Touché.”
Her head lifted, and even in the pitch-black room, he could see her clearly. His eyesight allowed him to see better in the dark than in the light, hence the reason he was sensitive to the artificial light.
“I should be running for my life,” she said softly.
Shifting so that he was facing her more fully, Obsidian met her eyes in the darkened room. “Why?”
She stared at him, seemingly entranced by his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s just … I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Anything like what?”
“This connection, like I’ve known you my entire life. Or from a past life, maybe.” Her hand moved to his cheek. “And then … I can sense something different about you. Not just your eyes. It feels surreal, Obsidian. Like my mind’s playing tricks on me. Like it’s not real.”
“Trust me,ayreme, it’s real,” he assured her, leaning forward, dropping a soft kiss on her mouth.
His hunger for her was all-consuming, and with every kiss, every touch, Obsidian wanted one more, and then another. He couldn’t resist her, didn’t want to. The way her soft lips moved against his, those sweet mewls sounding in her throat, they spurred him on, made him want to—
Forcing himself out of his thoughts, he shifted away from her.
