The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free

the ceiling falls down soundlessly, bringing with it a square fire pit.
    “A fire place in the ceiling?” I ask him and he smiles.
    “I’ve always wanted to make love in front of a fire place. Something about heat on my bare back.” He gives me a hungry stare and I look down at the remote again, trying to distract myself.
    “What’s this one?” I look at him again, pointing to the lilac, blue, green, and red options underneath the FP button.
    “Press them. It’s more fun getting to see the surprised look on your face.” I indulge him and press the lilac option down. The fireplace erupts into hearty flame, but this flame burns with a beautiful purple haze.
    “Purple fire?” I ask him and he nods with a smile on his face. “You want me to get some money so we can use it for kindling, or is there a button for that too?” I tease him and he pouts.
    “If I’m building a house and going to the trouble of buying the land, getting damn human planning permission, and hiring a team of construction workers, I’ll have whatever colour fire I damn well please,” he growls in an authorative tone. He claims he doesn’t have the capacity for leadership, but with every stroke of his dextrous hands, every step of his purposeful stride, and every order barked from his lips, I know he is wrong.
    “So where’s the kitchen?” I query, changing the subject.
    “Turn around.” I notice now that the great room is an L-Shape and as I look back over my shoulder I notice an expansive kitchen. I rise from the couch and pad over to behind the square kitchen island. Everything in this culinary oasis is black chrome and stark white granite which is speckled with silver flecks. The double doors of the fridge are cold as I pull them open and find the fridge full of food.
    “Wow. There’s so much junk food in here.” I say to him with a concerned look.
    “Don’t look so worried, it’s not like we can get fat. We only eat three nights a month… why not eat something that doesn’t taste like processed grass.” Orion smiles.
    “You like junk food?” I ask him feeling surprised.
    “When I was a human, all I had to eat was olives, salad, fish, and this oatmeal grain crap. The way I see it the Goddess blessed me with a long life so I could experience the Twinkie.” As this sentence hits the air a bubble of high pitched laughter escapes my lips.
    “You like Twinkies? You just wait until I order you Dominos. Or even better, In-N-Out burger.” I say to him and he raises his eyebrows.
    “Dominoes? Like the game?” As I stand in the state of art kitchen I see a certain naivety rise in him and I love him just a little bit more.
    “No… it’s pizza,” I explain and he smiles.
    “I like pizza,” he reveals. I am reminded in this simple admittance that even after four months there’s still a lot I don’t know about him.
    “Me too. My favourite is pepperoni feast.”
    “That sounds good.”  
    “You’re not the only one who’s a traditionalist.” I shut the fridge door.
    “Do you want to see the rest of the house?” He inquires, holding a hand out to me. I skip to him, slip my palm into his, and smile.
    “Yes… Where’s the bedroom?” I inquire as innocently as I can but as the final word falls between Orion and me, something within him switches on and a sense of urgency visibly clutches him.
    “Come.” He commands the one word. Leaving no room for argument.

    
    CALLIE

    In the bowels of the house I expect the décor to become less staggering. However, i’m completely off base. A transparent spiral staircase leads down into the lower levels, which have been carved out of the supposedly immovable rock.
    “This is the lower level, which holds a game room, a library, and the master suite.”
    “Can I see the master suite first?” I ask him, once again feigning innocence with my thick lashes, fluttering them like the wings of butterflies, thrumming with sexual anticipation.
    “Of course. Patience.” We