Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 30

Bella's P.O.V.

Lucien holds my hand while we walk back to camp, and he suddenly stops to kiss me deeply. No longer am I worried he's playing some sort of game with me. I know he's attracted to me by the way his very blue and expressive eyes turn dark when he looks at me, not to mention the obvious sign of his desire pressed firmly against my stomach. He pulls away from my mouth, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his neck to pull him back. I love how it feels like he is devouring me with his kiss, like my entire soul is being sucked into his body, but then he tells me we have to talk before anything more physical can happen. What in the blazes does he want to talk about? Okay, maybe he realizes I've never had consensual sex, and is worried I will reject his advances. I have a sinking feeling Lucien's never been rejected by a woman before, so I doubt that's what is worrying him. Maybe he thinks he's rushing me into having sex with him, but I know he's caught me checking him out, my attraction to him is not a secret. He is gorgeous - the way his broad shoulders stretch the tee shirt he is wearing, and how his thick thighs taper down into perfectly sculpted calves...he is unlike anyone I've seen before. I glance at my hand completely encompassed by his large one as we walk, and the contact is causing a pool of warmth to collect in my belly. How is this possible? He is only holding my hand for crying out loud! I suddenly realize that every glance, every touch, every time he offers his help, soothes something in my soul and makes me desire Lucien more that I probably should, especially now since he seems to be erecting a road block between us. Maybe I can come up with a plan to crumble the wall he seems to be building...I'll have to ignite him past his ability to control himself...perhaps I'll climb onto his lap tonight while we're sitting by the fire, or maybe I will zip our sleeping bags together to create a two person cocoon, rendering us skin on skin all night. Then I'd like to see how long he can stick to just kissing. Wait a minute...he is pretty astute, so I bet he understands I'm not interested in being another notch on his bedpost, and he certainly does not seem like a relationship kind of guy. That must be what he wants to talk about. 'Oh well,' I think morosely to myself as I attempt to keep my face neutral, 'it was fun while it lasted.'

"Umm, okay, let's talk," I acquiesce because I'm not really sure what else to say. "Shall we eat first?" I ask, trying to prolong the time I am allowed to touch and kiss him before the inevitable conversation we need to have rends us apart. I have a sinking feeling what I want from him is something he is not able to give me, and I refuse to be just another one of his many conquests.

He chuckles. "Sure, then lets go on a hike together," he says with a wink. Ohhh, my inner Goddess just gave me a high five. That wink looks like it could hold a lot of promise. Maybe I'm worried about nothing, and maybe, just maybe, he is as worried about my revelations as I am about his.