See How She Fights (The Chronicles of Izzy #2)(6)

Kennan consumed me. We became one as our clothes magically melted to the floor in a blur of hands and lips. He trailed kisses down my body leaving me writhing and breathless. I needed more of him. I would never get enough. I grabbed him and pulled him up my body so that I could crush my lips against his. He moved inside of me making me cry out. I was lost to him.

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We spent the next hour devouring one another until we were both breathless and boneless. I lay next to him panting.

“This is why I sleep until eleven, woman. You destroy me,” he said through breaths.

“Not my fault,” I barely uttered.

“We should go get some food. I think there may be a PF Chang’s down by the Parthenon. You interested?” he asked as he started to get off of the bed.

“Do you really need to ask?” I hurriedly reassembled my clothing. PF Chang’s was my favorite Chinese food in the entire world. Their double pan fried noodles were next to heaven in my book.

“I suppose I really didn’t need to ask,” he said with a smirk as he started to put his shirt back on. I walked over to him and rubbed my hands over the ridges of his abdomen. His tattoos stood out in stark contrast to his skin. I wanted to devour him once more.

“You keep touching me like that and we won’t be going anywhere,” he growled. My stomach responded with its own growl.

“Fine, but only because my stomach wants to eat itself right now. I will get back to that later.”

We headed out and made our way down to the Vanderbilt campus side of town. I realized on the way that Nashville was bigger than it seemed, it just didn’t have an overabundance of skyscrapers. Just as Kennan had promised, PF Chang’s sat directly across the street from Centennial Park and the Parthenon. We pulled into the parking garage and made our way down to the restaurant. My stomach growled the whole time.

Dinner was delicious. I spent the entire time shoveling food into my mouth like it was my last meal. I was convinced Kennan was going to leave me one day just based on my horrible tendency to inhale my food. I looked up at him sheepishly as he laughed.

“You never cease to amaze me at what you can consume. How you stay so small is a wonder,” Kennan snickered as he got back to his massive pile of food.

“I am only small to you because you are so freakishly large,” I snickered.

“These people don’t think so,” he said with a sly grin.

“Yeah, because you used your Guardian mojo on their brains. For all I know, you have made me appear to be a seven foot Amazonian,” I snickered. It would be really funny to try that sometime.

We finished our meal and headed over to the park. Unfortunately, we got there too late for Kennan to see the statue of Athena. It looked as though we would have to come back and see it again. Not that I minded. Nashville was a gorgeous city that was filled with uncommonly nice people. We meandered around the columns as Kennan told me about the real Parthenon and how it exploded when a weapons cache caught fire.

We walked around the lake and sat in a swing overlooking the water. The ducks floated by aimlessly. I allowed the peace of the moment to wrap around me. I knew that this was probably the last peaceful evening I would have for a long time to come. After an hour or so I started to yawn and Kennan called it a night.

When we made it back to the hotel I was too tired to keep my promise of ravaging him. Instead he put a block on my dreams and we climbed into the bed. The king bed was hardly big enough. I had to curl into his body just to have some room. Not that I minded. Being wrapped up in Kennan’s arms was my absolute favorite place to be. He was my home and my safety.

“I love you. More than anything else in this world,” I whispered as I sank into sleep. I felt Kennan’s lips brush my forehead as the last of my awareness slipped away.

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CHAPTER THREE




When I woke up the next morning, I was a bit discombobulated. It had been a long while since I had woken up in a strange place. Once I got my bearings, I looked over at the clock to see what ungodly hour would greet me. It seemed five a.m. was the winning number.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking how dumb it had been for me to tell Molly we would be there this morning. I should have said afternoon. If we were going to make it to Chicago before noon, we needed to leave soon.

I shoved Kennan’s shoulder, trying to wake him up. It did absolutely no good. He was an immovable mountain. I decided to resort to another tactic. I grazed his ear with my lips and started to kiss my way down his chin to his neck. I let my lips trail down his torso until he finally started to stir awake.

“We need to get going,” I said as I abruptly stopped.

“Oh no you don’t, woman. You are gonna finish what you started,” he growled as he rolled me over and pinned me to the bed.

“But we told them we would be there this morning. We have to get going if we want to make it before noon,” I said pleadingly.

“This won’t take long,” he said with a grumble as he started kissing my neck.

“But, morning breath!” I squealed.

“Hush, I am working here,” he said as he took my mind off of everything but him. I could not think of anything but our bodies anymore. I needed him. I gave in and rode the wave of his pleasure until its apex. When it crashed down around me, I was left feeling simultaneously empty and complete.