More of You (Confessions of the Heart 1)

Oh God, she almost whimpered, nearly losing it when his tongue darted out and tangled with hers.

Wet and demanding and full of heat.

Lightheadedness swept through her head. Through her heart.

Those butterflies took flight, lighting from her skin.

Flapping all around them as he kissed her.

Sweetly and somehow desperately.

A kaleidoscope of color filled her mind. Touched her spirit. Her hands were shaking when they searched the lines and curves of his face, touching him, exploring him, making their way into his soft, soft hair.

Feeling his shoulders.

Fluttering down his chest.

He gasped out a strained sound, rocking away when the only thing in the world she wanted was for him to get closer.

Touch her in places she’d never wanted to be touched before.

She shivered, and he set both of his hands on her face, holding her by the cheeks, pants tearing from his lungs as he carefully peeled himself back.

He swallowed hard, leaning away only far enough to be able to peer at her face. “Fuck . . . I can’t believe I just did that. I’m sorry.”

Her fingers came up to feel the heat that blistered her lips, awed as she brushed them across the sensitive skin. Then she turned and did the same to his, her fingertips grazing across his flesh, his mouth swollen and red.

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Just tell me you’ll do it again.”

Disbelief filled his slow smile.

Her heart ached, a crater of bliss and need carved out at the center of her, filling full with that same feeling she’d never felt before until the day this boy had banged into the school office and barged right into her life.

Right then, she was sure she’d been waiting for him all along.

He fluttered his fingertips across her face, her brow and her cheek and over her lips. “You’re so damned pretty. I don’t have pretty things in my life, Faith.”

She heard the pained warning flow out with the words.

She peered up at him, staggered by the intensity in his eyes. “That’s funny, since you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You saw what my life is like.”

She knew what he was referring to. The office and behind the bathroom. Again in the cafeteria.

She frowned up at him. “And you think that makes you a bad person? That I’d like you less?”

He blinked and his tone filled with the same hardness he’d used on her when he’d backed her up against the wall in the school courtyard. “There’s an ugly spot inside me, Faith. I will do anything, whatever it takes, to take care of my brother and my cousin. They don’t have anyone else.”

She glanced away into the thick foliage that separated the house and the old trailers down by the river.

“And what about your mama?” she chanced, peeking back at him, knowing she was crossing into a territory where he wouldn’t want her to go.

But she didn’t want the rumors. She wanted the truth. She wanted to know this boy.

“My mama doesn’t give a fuck about us, so I don’t give a fuck about her.”

She nodded slowly. Resolute as she lifted her chin and said, “Okay then, we don’t give a fuck about your mama.”

She met those roiling eyes, praying he’d see in hers that she was with him. For him. That she didn’t care about his situation. The only thing she cared about was him.

He laughed out a strained sound. “You are something else, you know that?”

“Fine, go on and call me weird just like everyone else.”

He chuckled and then sighed before rushing a hand through his hair and shifting in indecision. Then he reached his hand out for her. “Can I walk you home?”

Faith slipped her hand into his, leaned into his side, and let him lead her back down the steps and down the drive.

And she knew right then she’d follow him anywhere.

Eighteen

Jace

I jerked my head up from where I was lying facedown on the pillow, the bed like freaking paradise, or maybe it was where the bed was that made it feel that way.

Either way, I’d been out cold.

I hugged the pillow to my chest as I lifted my head and squinted against the harsh rays of early sunlight that streaked in through the cracks in the drapes.

I searched into the early morning light that awakened the stilled room.

Motes tossed in a frenzy, the tiny particles floating before they’d quickly shift, stirred by the charged atmosphere.

My eyes narrowed farther, trying to figure out what it was that’d shocked me from sleep when everything was so damned quiet.

Instantly on edge.

Ready to go toe to toe. Blow to blow. Bullet to bullet. Whatever it took.

Then those dark, dark curls crested the edge of the mattress.

Bailey.

“Breakfast,” she said, peeking up over the mattress and grinning wide. She was looking at me. All kinds of hopeful that I would hop out of bed to feed her.