HeartBeat

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Chase

I rock digging into me wakes me up. I grunt, turning away from the pain, only to stop moving all together, feeling a weight on my body. I look down and blink at the beauty on my chest. Breath whooshes out of me, at the sight of the woman that lays with her hair splayed against my chest, and slightly parted lips, that were still kiss swollen.

Her face is relaxed, as she slept. Her shirt was risen just beneath her breasts. I follow the trail of exposed skin, leading down to her bare legs, only her panties, ripped slightly from our bouts of sex over the last few hours. I watch her sleep for an embarrassingly long time, not moving any more, despite the pebble now glued to my shirtless skin.

We had attempted to put on our clothes, after one of the many rounds of sex, only to fall on top of each other again, like two rabbits in heat. I smile, feeling aches in my body from the short nap on the ground, and the erotic positions done before that.

I grin up at the, thankfully still lit sky, the sun still high enough, that it showed, we still had time to get off the cliff before someone came looking for us.

I really wasn't expecting my day to go like this. I glance over at the sleeping woman, her hazel eyes hidden beneath their lids. I trace the angles of her face, feeling my stomach do funny dances. I feel heat crawl up my neck at that, and I let it meet my cheeks, unwilling to hide my embarrassment, at how quickly, and strongly I was willingly falling for a woman I barely knew.

I was honest with her earlier, when I told her that I just wanted to get to know her, but it was like I was possessed. I wanted her in ways, I've never experienced. Those layers of hers, had pealed away, in the midst of pure pleasure. Giving me a glimpse of more. So, fucking much more.

I sigh and rest a palm on my face. Gio is going to kick my ass. My eyes switch from the bright sky to the woman I can't seem to get enough of.

Our bodies had met so many times, here in this meadow, a place I had found so long ago, where I came to think, and hang out with my brother. I had never even thought about having sex here, but when those hazel eyes looking at me, so wide, and tempting, I lost all the good sense my mother had given me.

I reach out a hand in her direction, needing to feel more of her. I gently push her bangs out of the way, giving me more of a glimpse of the intoxicatingly gorgeous woman before me. Charlotte whimpers, and I quickly retract my hand. But another comes again, this one more torture. Her face titghtens, her eyebrows furrowing into a crinkle mess.

I reach for her again. This time, tugging her closer. I smooth her cheeks, before tracing up to her eyebrows, and rubbing the crinkled skin. I want to take all her pains and help her fight all the demons that plague her. I wanted to be her knight that rode in, white horse and all. I wanted to be better for her. An urge that I was sure a telltale sign of madness. My horse would be as black as night in reality. A demon on horseback, that would be me. Even so, the instinct to wash away all her pains, and fight all her demons, lingered, stifling the breath in my lungs. It is often that it takes a demon to kill a demon.

I lean down, bowing a bit awkwardly, as I press kisses onto her face. Handling her gently, as she's cradled against me. I continue to smooth her features soothingly. Too lost to my instincts, to know that I was being incredibly intimate with a woman who barely concealed her hate for me a few days ago.

When I lean away, I'm met with those hazel eyes, I was beginning to see even in my dreams.

"Hey Hazel Eyes." I'm unabashed as I lean and press a kiss to her mouth, still stroking her face.