Taking Tessa Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aria Cole
current ran through his fingers, thunderbolts tore through my stomach, shredding my insides and shaking the cage around my heart. "You like this one?"
I adjusted myself in the mirror, feeling awkwardly conscious of every move I made, of his eyes eating up my reflection in the mirror, the way his sea-blue irises darkened with some exciting emotion that pulled at him from the inside out.
"I love it," I said softly, my eyes finally landing on his in the mirror. His fingertips twitched at my lower back, his other hand brushing away the soft hair falling over one shoulder. He snaked his nose up the curve of my neck. I swallowed, begging him to turn me into his arms and plaster a kiss on my lips. I wanted to feel his hard, ripped body pressed against every soft curve I had. My muscles ached to feel his skin against mine, to jump into his arms and kiss him until I was gasping for air, but I'd never been kissed, so no way could I attack him with my lips. He'd probably just push me away, horrified.
Cage's fingertips trailed along the line of my jaw, and for just a fraction of a second, I thought, this is it, this is my first kiss. Just as my eyes fell closed, my lips tingling with quiet anticipation, his breathless words washed across my neck. "I love it, too."
4
Cage
* * *
" Y ou look hungry ," I commented as we left the dress store. I knew I was sure as shit hungry, but not for food. I was having all kinds of inappropriate thoughts about Tessa, and considering she'd just come out of a dire situation, I needed to try my goddamn hardest to keep my hands off. I'd slipped in the dressing room, but that fucking dress. That back. A dress like that was made to drive a man crazy.
"I could eat." Tessa cast me a sideways smile. The way she did that, made my heart leap with just a single twitch of her lips, completely confounded me. Tessa was something special, all right, and it hadn't taken me long to realize she struck every long-dormant nerve I had. I'd made a point of avoiding women for years, the pressure of a relationship too much to handle when I was so focused on working. The only passion I'd ever felt before now was directed at one thing—catching assholes and doing my best to send them to rot away behind bars.
"How 'bout Cajun Cafe?"
"Cajun Cafe?" she repeated, the soft tinkle in her laugh like a vice grip to my balls.
"Have you ever had it? Might just be the best thing you ever tasted."
"No, I haven't." She grinned up at me, a smile so wide I thought it would crack my own chest wide open. "It looks disgusting, but I'm game."
My laugh echoed around the small food court. "Wait here."
I stood in line, one eye watching her, the other trying to pretend I wasn't a man obsessed. I couldn't leave her for a single second, she was too fragile, too new to this world. I didn't know why I felt the pull down deep in my gut to protect her, but it was there, and I was a man who obeyed his gut feelings.
"Two specials, please."
The young guy at the counter nodded, punching in my order. "Drinks?"
I paused, casting her a sidelong glance as I thought about running over to see what she liked to drink.
"Go ask her, I can wait. Can't have the wife upset when you bring her the wrong thing," he laughed.
"She's not—" I stopped. On second thought, I liked the sound of that. I turned to him and continued, "She's not my wife yet. And let's do a Sprite and a Coke."
I shoved him some bills, his words running a constant loop in my head. Wife. Wife. Wife.
Shit, I kind of liked the sound of that.
I turned and leaned a hip against the counter, giving her a small wave and a grin when her eyes caught mine. She waved back, her face lit with some sort of inner glow I'd never noticed before. The apples of her cheeks warmed up to a rosy shade, her eyes crinkled when she smiled like she was smiling from the inside out. I'd never met someone like that before.
"Here ya go, man. Good luck with the girl." The guy behind the counter pushed a tray of food
I adjusted myself in the mirror, feeling awkwardly conscious of every move I made, of his eyes eating up my reflection in the mirror, the way his sea-blue irises darkened with some exciting emotion that pulled at him from the inside out.
"I love it," I said softly, my eyes finally landing on his in the mirror. His fingertips twitched at my lower back, his other hand brushing away the soft hair falling over one shoulder. He snaked his nose up the curve of my neck. I swallowed, begging him to turn me into his arms and plaster a kiss on my lips. I wanted to feel his hard, ripped body pressed against every soft curve I had. My muscles ached to feel his skin against mine, to jump into his arms and kiss him until I was gasping for air, but I'd never been kissed, so no way could I attack him with my lips. He'd probably just push me away, horrified.
Cage's fingertips trailed along the line of my jaw, and for just a fraction of a second, I thought, this is it, this is my first kiss. Just as my eyes fell closed, my lips tingling with quiet anticipation, his breathless words washed across my neck. "I love it, too."
4
Cage
* * *
" Y ou look hungry ," I commented as we left the dress store. I knew I was sure as shit hungry, but not for food. I was having all kinds of inappropriate thoughts about Tessa, and considering she'd just come out of a dire situation, I needed to try my goddamn hardest to keep my hands off. I'd slipped in the dressing room, but that fucking dress. That back. A dress like that was made to drive a man crazy.
"I could eat." Tessa cast me a sideways smile. The way she did that, made my heart leap with just a single twitch of her lips, completely confounded me. Tessa was something special, all right, and it hadn't taken me long to realize she struck every long-dormant nerve I had. I'd made a point of avoiding women for years, the pressure of a relationship too much to handle when I was so focused on working. The only passion I'd ever felt before now was directed at one thing—catching assholes and doing my best to send them to rot away behind bars.
"How 'bout Cajun Cafe?"
"Cajun Cafe?" she repeated, the soft tinkle in her laugh like a vice grip to my balls.
"Have you ever had it? Might just be the best thing you ever tasted."
"No, I haven't." She grinned up at me, a smile so wide I thought it would crack my own chest wide open. "It looks disgusting, but I'm game."
My laugh echoed around the small food court. "Wait here."
I stood in line, one eye watching her, the other trying to pretend I wasn't a man obsessed. I couldn't leave her for a single second, she was too fragile, too new to this world. I didn't know why I felt the pull down deep in my gut to protect her, but it was there, and I was a man who obeyed his gut feelings.
"Two specials, please."
The young guy at the counter nodded, punching in my order. "Drinks?"
I paused, casting her a sidelong glance as I thought about running over to see what she liked to drink.
"Go ask her, I can wait. Can't have the wife upset when you bring her the wrong thing," he laughed.
"She's not—" I stopped. On second thought, I liked the sound of that. I turned to him and continued, "She's not my wife yet. And let's do a Sprite and a Coke."
I shoved him some bills, his words running a constant loop in my head. Wife. Wife. Wife.
Shit, I kind of liked the sound of that.
I turned and leaned a hip against the counter, giving her a small wave and a grin when her eyes caught mine. She waved back, her face lit with some sort of inner glow I'd never noticed before. The apples of her cheeks warmed up to a rosy shade, her eyes crinkled when she smiled like she was smiling from the inside out. I'd never met someone like that before.
"Here ya go, man. Good luck with the girl." The guy behind the counter pushed a tray of food
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