Page 10 of Shock to the Heart
"What if you ended up with a local tradesman?" I ask gently. "Whose only claim to fame is that his dad is a well-respected master electrician? And that my only talents outside of work are the ability to sing a handful of campfire songs and my impeccable taste in women?"
We're leaning closer together, sparks flying as we stare into each other's eyes. "I'd say that's none of their damn business," she breathes.
"Good answer."
Her lips are soft as they meet mine, our bodies shifting slowly toward each other. My right arm scoops under her knees to set her on my lap so she can wind her arms around me. Feeling her curvy ass against my thigh instantly makes me hard as steel. Her lush breasts press against my chest, almost taking my breath away. Our kiss deepens, and her tongue plays with mine the same way her fingers play in the back of my hair: gentle and curious and searching.
I fist the back of her long hair, angling her mouth against mine with a savage, wild hunger. It's as if my sex drive has been hovering at forty percent power my entire life, and now it's redlining.
Electra kisses me back with just as much ferocity. Just as much intensity. Her soft moans and gasps fill me with hope that this beautiful girl might be mine.
Sure, there are going to be some delicate conversations with her apparently intense parents. And my dad is going to wonder what the hell I'm thinking, getting mixed up with "those nutbar showbiz people".
None of that matters. We belong together, I can feel it. My heart is unlocking for her and only her.
Electra is the one.
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ELECTRA
My heart is racing as Trey's fingers creep into the back of my hair, pulling me against him in a way that tells me very clearly that he wants me. All of me.
Yet he doesn't make a further move, simply kisses me hard and deep until we're both breathless.
Kissing Trey makes me feel so many things at once. His warm, masculine scent fills my senses as I listen to every ragged breath, every moan. His right hand presses to the top of my chest, but instead of moving lower, it wanders up, caressing my throat, then the side of my face.
How am I making out with a guy I only met yesterday? Mind you, this isn't like a giant city, where you might end up having coffee with a serial killer and not even realize it. Ray Harrison is well respected in Sandersville, and if there were something terribly wrong with his son, I would've heard about it by now.
"You're delicious," Trey growls softly, as his thumb glides along my cheek.
He makes me feel like a woman. Everyone in my circle has known me since I was small, and I've been treated like a little girl for so long. I love that Trey only knows me as an adult. The thought gives me the courage to caress the back of his neck with one hand, as the other drifts around his shoulder, then across his thickly muscled chest.
Our deeply intense kiss transforms, becomes lighter. Playful. He nips at my bottom lip, then kisses me again before pulling back. His thumb grazes my mouth. "Is that shock all healed?"
Staring into his molten chocolate eyes, I can barely breathe. "It's turned into a different kind of shock. I never expected this."
"Me either." He lifts my legs, setting me back beside him. Then he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and tucks it around us before handing me the remote. "You must've been terrified when that outlet sparked, worried about your family studio. The healthiest thing would be to turn your brain off for a couple of hours so you can sleep well tonight."
"Good thinking." How can I ever thank him for taking such good care of me?
"Plus, you're going to need all your energy for singing tomorrow." He grins, nudging his shoulder against mine. "Are you excited?"
I start flipping through the movie selections, my body instinctively cuddling against his. "Wow. I guess I am…yeah." I'm blown away by how curious he is about every step of my process. "At first I was just nervous to be touching the gear, for fear I might, you know…breathe on something wrong."
"Well, with a giant hole in the wall, I guess you've gotten that phobia out of the way," he chuckles.
"Seriously. But yeah. I really am excited about singing." I pause, as he waits patiently for me to organize my thoughts into words. "Even though the demo is just for me, there's a huge difference between singing quietly to the wall in your room, and singing with your full strength and energy into a professional mic."
Trey nods. "I could see that. It's not really the same, but my work is completely different if I'm alone compared to having Dad in the room, or if the client is breathing down my neck."
I pull his t-shirt down over his collarbone, and lean in to breathe across his throat.
"Gorgeous, you can breathe down my neck as much as you like. Except for right now, when you need to be spacing out to get some mental rest." He takes the remote from me, clicking through movies quickly. "Have you seen this?"
"No. What is it?"
He reads from the screen. "A wrestler turned actor is now the keeper of the time travel key, and has to beat up underground mob bosses throughout his allotted fifty-year time zone."