Blood Warrior (The Arcadia Falls Chronicles #4) Read Online Free Page B

and wrapped his right arm around me. “Seriously though,
you even have your shoes on.”
    “ I can’t help it. I’m not
comfortable here.”
    He nuzzled my neck. “I’m surprised you
don’t have your holster on too.”
    I reached my hand back and slid it
under one of the pillows. When I pulled it out I held my forty-five
up for him to see, giving it a little wiggle. “I drew the line at
wearing the holster, but you can never be too cautious.”
    He rolled his eyes and took the weapon
out of my hand, rolling over me and sliding it back under my
pillow.
    “ What about you?” I
countered, stopping him while his face was directly over mine. “You
can’t tell me you’re walking around in jeans and a tee shirt,
without a gun.” My hands went around his waist and pulled at his
shirt, I felt the gun tucked into the back of his pants and raised
my eye brows. “Ah, see! I knew it.”
    He tilted his head down until our lips
were lightly brushing each other. “Mmmm.” I murmured, lifting my
head to bring our lips to full contact. At the same time I reached
around and tugged the weapon away from his body.
    “ What are you doing?” his
words were muffled against my lips.
    “ What do you think I’m
doing?” I whispered. We had been together so long now that I didn’t
really have much shy girl behavior left when it came to us flirting
with each other.
    He pushed himself up with both hands
until his was hovering over the top of me. Then, his hand slid
down, touching the skin where my shirt had ridden up and my jeans
had been pulled down a little bit. His fingertips moved downward,
tracing over my hip, then my thigh and down the length of my leg,
until he reached my calf.
    Then he pulled up the cuff of my
jeans. “Well, well, well,” He taunted, “What do we have here?” He
slid the small blade I had strapped to my calf out of its sheath
and held up. The metal glinted in the lamplight for a few seconds
before he leaned over and set the knife on the table beside the
bed.
    I grinned beneath him and tugged the
bottom of his plain white tee shirt. He sat up on his knees and
finished the job by taking it off himself. I reached up and ran my
hands over the hard muscles of his chest and met his gaze as he
leaned over me again.
    He braced himself with one arm while
the other crept down my side, tracing the line of my body all the
way down to my jean covered thigh. I sucked in my breath and pulled
him further down onto me, wrapping my legs around his
waist.
    His kiss was slow and familiar. My
body relaxed and tensed all at the same time. His kiss was comfort,
it was therapy, and it was home. I had lost so much in the last few
years, but everything I had now all revolved around him. Drew was
my anchor in a seemingly perpetual storm. Even though he knew just
how to push my buttons, I couldn’t imagine him not being my first …
my only.
    But, he was always the one to stop
when things got to heavy during our make out sessions. Every time I
thought that the time had finally come, he would pull away and make
some excuse about it not being the right time.
    Now … this time, those soft, familiar
kisses became urgent and wanting. He pulled up on my shirt so I
happily obliged by reaching down and helping him take it off. Thank
god I’d worn my cute black bra with the lacey hot pink
trim.
    I heard the intake of his breath as he
hovered above me. “Chloe,” he ran his fingers softly over my cheek,
“you are so beautiful. Not just out here either.” His fingertips
trailed down my throat and over my shoulder. “It’s who you are that
I love.”
    I felt my face flush and reached up to
mimic his touches. “I love you too.”
    He kissed me again, pressing his body
into mine. The top halves of our bodies were skin on skin and still
I wanted him to somehow be even closer. We kissed until we were
both breathing heavily from lack of air and the rush of
adrenaline.
    When he pulled away this time, he
looked me directly in the eye. “I