Page 59 of Blood Match
He’s not giving up.
Fuck, he’s a persistent bastard.
“I heard that.” Another chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking, remember?”
“If you’re in my thoughts, why don’t you figure it out?” Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
He doesn’t answer for a while, and then I hear a low hum.
“Rowan.” He says my name like he’s swirling it around on his tongue. “Your name is Rowan Blackwood.”
I freeze.
God, now he knows who I am.
And suddenly, all of this feels more…intimate.
“I think things were pretty intimate before.”
“Ugh!” I clamp my hands over my ears, which is pointless because he’s in my head. All I do is unbalance my glasses. “Would you just stop it?”
“No. I want to talk about it. I want to talk about how you felt beneath my fingertips…Rowan. How you tasted to me.”
Millions of tiny hairs rise up on my arms. “Stop,” I whisper. But there’s a flood of heat between my legs that makes me press my thighs together.
“Your flavor lingered on my tongue for hours after I woke.”
I screw my eyes closed, trying to shut out the images. It’s ridiculous because there were never any images in the first place. It all happened in my head.
“Not in your head, Rowan. In your dreams.” He laughs. “I’m the man of your dreams.”
“Not anymore, you big jerk!” I say abruptly. “I’ve locked you out. You’ll never get in again.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I cross my arms over my chest and huff.
“Let’s put that to the test, shall we?”
“What do you—?”
There’s a sound like fingers snapping. “Sleep.”
I gasp as the air sucks away from me and pulls me into a vacuum. When I open my eyes, I’m standing in a hazy swirl of fog.
“Hello, Rowan.” He’s shrouded in the mist, prowling toward me. His voice isn’t inside my head anymore, but it still feels like it’s touching me.
“Wait! How…how…?” My voice shakes as I take in the sight of him. I reach up to push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, but they’re not there anymore. Yet my eyesight is crystal-clear…and once again, I’m struck by his unearthly beauty.
My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a flutter in my chest that’s growing disturbingly familiar. His presence is overwhelming, a force that seems to pull me in despite my better judgment – not that I have much of that anymore. I can’t help but drink in every detail – the sharp angles of his face, the intensity in his eyes, the way he seems to radiate a power that’s like a magnet to me.
Control yourself!
He flicks a wrist. “You think you can keep me out with a few simple spells?” He looks around. “If I want to be here with you, I will.”
I swallow hard, my lips moving, but no words are coming out. There’s no way of getting away from him. We’re stuck together, and he doesn’t seem to be that interested in ending this “connection” thing anymore.
Are you that keen to end it either, Ro?