Page 104 of Claim Me
I move toward him immediately, adrenaline and reckless courage crashing through my chest. Slowly, carefully, I raise one hand between us so he can place his hand into mine, while my other hand slides gently behind his back until it settles between his shoulder blades.
Suddenly we’re standing incredibly close, his body nearly pressed against mine, and my lungs completely forget how to function.
Then he places his small hand into mine and…
…something slams through my entire body so hard I make a gasping sound out loud.
Warmth. Electricity. Relief. Hunger. Every nerve inside me lights up at once like a nova star.
I’m trembling.
What the hell was that?
I immediately fight down the insane thought trying to explode inside my head because there is no way this just felt like a First Touch between Fated Mates.
That’s impossible.
Completely insane.
Me? Matched by Fate with Blue Lowen himself?
Nope, silly.
I bite the inside of my lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to pull him closer and drown in the smell, the sensation of energy that is saturated with it. I’m literally shaking.
His fingers tighten around mine too. Are they trembling a bit too?
Does he feel it?
This rush, this unbearable pleasure, this weird euphoric Pull between us?
I lower my gaze, searching for his eyes, but Blue’s lashes are closed now. His breathing has gone deeper, rougher.
My fingers against his back drift lower almost without thinking, tracing tiny slow circles along his spine through the fabric of his clothes.
His breathing catches harder. His eyes stay shut, like something inside him is struggling to stay under control.
We’re not even pretending to dance anymore. We’re barely moving at all. This isn’t dancing. It feels more like standing inside each other’s gravity.
And somehow it all finally makes sense to me now. Everything does. Blue gives it meaning; my life seems like a straight, light line now… when he’s near. All the puzzles fit.
Divine shivers race down my spine, my desire for him, my desperate need for him, rising exponentially… I know he has to feel how hard I am, but I’ve completely lost control over my body at this point.
Then suddenly he lifts his face slightly. His eyes are open again, pupils huge, almost eclipsing the whole sapphire irises.
His lips are parted, plump, soft. Warm breath brushing against my mouth, carrying the faint taste of mint.
I hesitate there on the edge of complete disaster, swaying between pulling away and giving in because if I lean down and kiss him right now, I might destroy this entire fragile, beautiful thing that just happened between us.
But then I feel something else pressing lightly against my thigh.
Oh.
Oh wow. Seriously?
The realization slams into me like a bull. I’m not the only one affected here.
Blue is hard too.
