BLACK ANGELS MC, #3
'I went to step away, sure I had some coffee in the cupboards, but I barelt made it two steps before I felt my feet stop dead in their tracks.
I could feel the rough callouses against the inside of my arm, the way the long fingers wrapped arond me, the way his muscles were wrought with tension. But I didn't look at it; my eyes travelled further behind me than that. They moved to him.
Instead of me, his own eyes were glued to his hand. Surprise was etched into the cracks of his expression, into the wrinkle of his eyes and lips, and the heavy fall of his dark eyebrows only darkening the extension of white around his pupils.
I became all too aware of his silence, the soft pulsing rustle of the corn feilds washing in through the cracked window like a sitant wave lapping across the shore in the sound of a soft hush.
A never ending moment...'
'I couldn't get it out of my head. The way she looked at me; the soft sob I heard as I was stepping out the door; he perfectly still silhouette, sitting on the bed, watching me leave.
What had I done?
I had done the very thing I had wanted to do for a long time. And the one thing I had been dreading to taste. A taste that had been exactly as I expected it would be. A taste I hadn't had enough of...a taste I wouldn't be able to satisfy. A taste I knew I had to have taken.
The same taste that I never should have let touch my lips...'