Where Lightning Strikes (Bleeding Stars #3)(125)

She giggled again, but this time it was a seductive sound. “What do you mean, want? Pretty sure you’re giving that a good go.”

A soft chuckle rumbled from my chest. “Can you blame me?”

She snuggled deeper into my hold. “How’d we get this life?”

I held her a little closer. God, she smelled so good, all cinnamon and spice with a dash of sweet.

“Think we were just meant to be. From the second I saw you, there was something pulling at me. Everywhere. Not sure I could have ever stayed away. Feel like one way or another, I would have found you.”

Her voice was wistful. “Or I would have found you.”

My lips caressed along the delicate slope of her neck. “Because you would have heard me calling…didn’t even know you, and already you were written in my songs.”

She threaded her fingers through mine, the words stamped across my knuckles on display where our clamped hands were pressed against her chest.

Sing my soul.

I’d thought it a curse.

Loving someone. Just making yourself susceptible to heartache and sorrow and pain.

All the burdened bullshit I could no longer bear.

“And I always would have heard you,” she murmured into the night.

But loving her?

This girl?

She eased all the pain.

Erased that overwhelming sorrow.

Filled up the hollow void.

Showed me how to live.

Once I’d thought her the worst kind of temptation. Destruction and blinding light. The kind of girl who could wreck every last thing I believed.

Blue…

Guess she was.

Temptation.

She’d tempted me to live.

Now, I was gonna spend this life living it for her.

With her.

She swiveled in my arms and hiked up on her toes, the girl so short she struggled to get to me. I could feel my smile where it was pressed to her mouth. So damned sweet.

Could feel her racing through my veins.

Fire.

This girl was a bundle of fireworks.

Waiting for a match.

I swooped her into my arms and carried her to our bed, set her in the middle of it.

Gazed down on this girl staring up at me.

Hard and soft.

Tainted and pure.

Vixen and angel.

She touched my face just as sure as she touched my heart.

She was every hue of color, reds and blues, the darkest black and blinding white.

Energy and life.

Boom.

The End