My Soul to Save
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Nashs knees touched mine and he took my hands in his, letting them lie in the hollow between our legs. I know, but Sophies turning into a real pain.
He was right about that.
Sophie didnt understand what had happened the night her mother died. My cousin had awakened from what wed told her was a simple loss of consciousness due to shockbut was actually her own temporary demiseto find her mother dead on the floor, and me holding a heavy cast iron skillet like a baseball bat.
Though the coroner had said Aunt Val died of heart failure, Sophie remained convinced that I was somehow responsible for her mothers death. But I couldnt really blame her, considering how confusing and scary her life had recently become. My cousin had no idea that the rest of her family wasnt human, or that the world contained anything more dangerous than the ordinary criminals on the FBIs most-wanted list. But she knew there was something we werent telling her, and she resented us all for that.
She knew better than to blame me openly, or to even throw a hostile word my way on family dinner nights, but at school it was open season on Kaylee. And Nash wasnt the only one who had noticed.
A metal clang rang out from the kitchen, and I laughed. I couldnt help it. My father wasnt much of a cook, but he was really trying.
Whats for dinner? Nashs thumb stroked the back of my hand, sending shivers of anticipation through me.
Lasagna and bagged salad.
Sounds good. The browns and greens in his eyes swirled lazily, wickedly. And I already know what I want for dessert. He leaned forward and his lips met mine, softly at first. Then eagerly.
I tilted my head for a better angle and kissed him back, loving the feel of his lips on mine, his hand at the back of my neck. My fingers found his chest, trailing lightly over his shirt to feel the firmness beneath.
My heart raced, adrenaline pulsing through me in a steady, charged rhythm, leaving my limbs heavy, my body eager. My mouth opened beneath Nashs, and he moaned. The sound of his need skimmed lightly over my skin like a shadow given form, warming me as it slid down my neck, over my collarbones, and between my breasts to burn deep inside me.
He pulled me onto his lap and I crossed my ankles at his back, holding us tightly together while his lips moved over my neck. I could feel what he wanted through both layers of denim separating us, and my head swam with the knowledge that he was excited by me.
Nash Hudson could have had just about any girl he wantedand hed already had more than a fewbut he was with me.
Its because youre a bean sidhe. some traitorous voice spoke up from deep inside me as I tangled my fingers in a handful of his thick brown hair. Youre a novelty. New prey to chase. But once hes truly caught you, thegame will be over, and hell move on to the next hunt.
And Id have no one to help me control my wail.
No. Nash wouldnt do that. He wouldnt help me help Addison if he was just trying to get my pants off. I wasnt that much of a catch, and there were easier ways to get laid, especially for him. And he hadnt even really pushed the issue.
Not that much, anyway.
Nash pulled my head down until our mouths met again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my doubts aside. His hands found my hip, squeezing as our kiss intensified. Deepened. His fingers traveled up gradually as his lips slid down my chin and over my neck, singeing a path toward my shoulder. My head fell back, my mouth open, each breath slipping in and out silently as I concentrated on the pleasure of his skin on mine.
He pushed aside the neckline of my T-shirt, and his lips closed over the point of my shoulder, sucking gently. Nibbling just a little. My hand tightened around his biceps. Not stopping him. Not urging him. Justwaiting.
I inhaled softly as his other hand slid up my side, under my shirt. He kissed my shoulder again, his lips hot against my flesh, and his thumb brushed the underside of my right breast. My breath hitched, my heart pounding as infant flames of longing licked lower, deeper.
My skin felt flushed, my body pulsing with sudden awareness, impulsive craving.
Dont stop on my account.
I jumped, and Nash leaned away from me so fast my head spun, my skin suddenly cold in his absence. Damn it, Tod! he snapped as I straightened my shirt, my cheeks flaming.
Avoiding the reapers eyes, I climbed off Nash and pushed my bedroom door the rest of the way closed; my dad probably wouldnt hear Tod, but he could definitely hear the other half of the conversation. I glared at my uninvited guest. If you dont learn to knock like regular people, I swear Illtell your boss youre abusing your reaper skills to pursue a life of voyeurism and debauchery.
Tod shot us a wry grin. He already knows.
I huffed and sank onto the bed with Nash, relaxing into him as his arm went around my waist. Whats up? And make it fast. My dads home. And as grateful as he was to Tod for helping save Sophie, my father wasnt very comfortable with the idea of me hanging out with a reaper, oras he called themone of deaths minions.
And honestly, sometimes neither was I.
Tod rolled his eyes and glanced at the door, then his gaze slid back to me. I just talked to Addy and shes arranged for some privacy tonight at eight-thirty, for an hour at the most. In her room at the Adolphus.
Eight-thirty? That only left an hour and a half for dinner and the drive into Dallas. Wed never make it.
He was right about that.
Sophie didnt understand what had happened the night her mother died. My cousin had awakened from what wed told her was a simple loss of consciousness due to shockbut was actually her own temporary demiseto find her mother dead on the floor, and me holding a heavy cast iron skillet like a baseball bat.
Though the coroner had said Aunt Val died of heart failure, Sophie remained convinced that I was somehow responsible for her mothers death. But I couldnt really blame her, considering how confusing and scary her life had recently become. My cousin had no idea that the rest of her family wasnt human, or that the world contained anything more dangerous than the ordinary criminals on the FBIs most-wanted list. But she knew there was something we werent telling her, and she resented us all for that.
She knew better than to blame me openly, or to even throw a hostile word my way on family dinner nights, but at school it was open season on Kaylee. And Nash wasnt the only one who had noticed.
A metal clang rang out from the kitchen, and I laughed. I couldnt help it. My father wasnt much of a cook, but he was really trying.
Whats for dinner? Nashs thumb stroked the back of my hand, sending shivers of anticipation through me.
Lasagna and bagged salad.
Sounds good. The browns and greens in his eyes swirled lazily, wickedly. And I already know what I want for dessert. He leaned forward and his lips met mine, softly at first. Then eagerly.
I tilted my head for a better angle and kissed him back, loving the feel of his lips on mine, his hand at the back of my neck. My fingers found his chest, trailing lightly over his shirt to feel the firmness beneath.
My heart raced, adrenaline pulsing through me in a steady, charged rhythm, leaving my limbs heavy, my body eager. My mouth opened beneath Nashs, and he moaned. The sound of his need skimmed lightly over my skin like a shadow given form, warming me as it slid down my neck, over my collarbones, and between my breasts to burn deep inside me.
He pulled me onto his lap and I crossed my ankles at his back, holding us tightly together while his lips moved over my neck. I could feel what he wanted through both layers of denim separating us, and my head swam with the knowledge that he was excited by me.
Nash Hudson could have had just about any girl he wantedand hed already had more than a fewbut he was with me.
Its because youre a bean sidhe. some traitorous voice spoke up from deep inside me as I tangled my fingers in a handful of his thick brown hair. Youre a novelty. New prey to chase. But once hes truly caught you, thegame will be over, and hell move on to the next hunt.
And Id have no one to help me control my wail.
No. Nash wouldnt do that. He wouldnt help me help Addison if he was just trying to get my pants off. I wasnt that much of a catch, and there were easier ways to get laid, especially for him. And he hadnt even really pushed the issue.
Not that much, anyway.
Nash pulled my head down until our mouths met again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my doubts aside. His hands found my hip, squeezing as our kiss intensified. Deepened. His fingers traveled up gradually as his lips slid down my chin and over my neck, singeing a path toward my shoulder. My head fell back, my mouth open, each breath slipping in and out silently as I concentrated on the pleasure of his skin on mine.
He pushed aside the neckline of my T-shirt, and his lips closed over the point of my shoulder, sucking gently. Nibbling just a little. My hand tightened around his biceps. Not stopping him. Not urging him. Justwaiting.
I inhaled softly as his other hand slid up my side, under my shirt. He kissed my shoulder again, his lips hot against my flesh, and his thumb brushed the underside of my right breast. My breath hitched, my heart pounding as infant flames of longing licked lower, deeper.
My skin felt flushed, my body pulsing with sudden awareness, impulsive craving.
Dont stop on my account.
I jumped, and Nash leaned away from me so fast my head spun, my skin suddenly cold in his absence. Damn it, Tod! he snapped as I straightened my shirt, my cheeks flaming.
Avoiding the reapers eyes, I climbed off Nash and pushed my bedroom door the rest of the way closed; my dad probably wouldnt hear Tod, but he could definitely hear the other half of the conversation. I glared at my uninvited guest. If you dont learn to knock like regular people, I swear Illtell your boss youre abusing your reaper skills to pursue a life of voyeurism and debauchery.
Tod shot us a wry grin. He already knows.
I huffed and sank onto the bed with Nash, relaxing into him as his arm went around my waist. Whats up? And make it fast. My dads home. And as grateful as he was to Tod for helping save Sophie, my father wasnt very comfortable with the idea of me hanging out with a reaper, oras he called themone of deaths minions.
And honestly, sometimes neither was I.
Tod rolled his eyes and glanced at the door, then his gaze slid back to me. I just talked to Addy and shes arranged for some privacy tonight at eight-thirty, for an hour at the most. In her room at the Adolphus.
Eight-thirty? That only left an hour and a half for dinner and the drive into Dallas. Wed never make it.
