Angelina

Chapter 19

     “I haven’t seen this movie but Lucas said it was good.” She held the movie behind her back, hesitant to show me.

     It was hard to look away from the playful smile on her face. I looked to the empty spot she pulled the DVD from; it was an easy guess.

     “Zombieland, Dax has mentioned it.”

     She looked incredulous. “How did you know?”

     “Very few movies begin with Z.” The doorbell chimed and I got up to answer it. Her light footsteps followed behind me.

     Angie popped the lid seconds after I set the hot box on the kitchen counter and smiled. “Yummy”

     I took a plate from the cupboard and set it before her. She put three slices on the plate.

     “What would you like to drink?”

     Angie took a glass and mixed two juices together. “Apple-pineapple.” She said with a content grin.

     We watched Blood and Chocolate first. Angie was so engrossed in the movie that she consumed only half a slice of pizza. Her warm body pressed against mine and her head rested on my shoulder as I casually draped one arm across the sofa and her.

     Her heart beat in time with the highs and lows of the movie. This entertained me more. A romantic scene was playing out on screen, her hand, which rested on the small space between us now rested on my chest. How is it that such small things filter pleasure through me?

     I moved my arm to her shoulder, drawing her even closer. She looked up at me and our eyes stayed connected for a few seconds too long. As much as I tried to resist the intense intimacy between us, it seemed inevitable.

     Her lips begged for mines. I reached down and she reached up, the result was an explosion of desire. She opened her mouth to me so sweetly. I could not get enough of the taste of her. Her hand slid under my shirt exploring my chest and abdomen.

     Next, Angelina straddled me and our kiss broke apart. I was unsure about her new position. She leaned down and kissed my jaw and neck rocking her body forward. My hands immediately flew to her hips, gripping her firmly.

     “I’m not afraid.” She whispered.

     Her hand loosed the cord of her robe and it fell open to reveal her nude body.

     “I want to feel your hands on me.” She said pointedly.

     I clamped down on the out of control feeling threatening to break out inside of me. If I allow it to escape, anything could happen. No vampire or human has ever affected me so deeply. I had to stop it, stop her. I lifted her off me, placed her on the sofa next to me, and stood.

     “Rogue, I don’t need time. I need you.” She insisted.

     “You’re a distraction. I need to focus.” I told her and left the theatre.

     She made me weak. It was not a physically weakness but mentally I could not think of anything else but the feelings she invoked in me. My desire for her was a raging intense feeling; I wanted to do things to her that she could never handle.

     When she offers herself to me like that, it is becoming more difficult and near painful to refuse. Once again, she made me wild with frustration. Will she never stop tormenting me this way? With inhumane speed, I fled to the back of the house where a log structure a short distance away caged some beasts. I set a full-grown black bear free.