Free Caustic by Morgan Black Page B

stuck on you. And I can’t control that any more than you can control the fact that you have a dark childhood.”
    “A dark childhood? I’m a death magnet. And I’m going to stay away from you.” It was the only way to keep her safe. I couldn’t be her next heartbreak. I wouldn’t do that either of us.
    I turned and walked away, headed for the kitchen. The storm raged outside, its mate locked inside my mind. But, just as I reached the doorframe, she called out to me.
    “I don’t want to stay away from you.”
    I turned and looked at her over my shoulder. “What?”
    “I don’t care what rules we set last night. And I don’t think you’re dangerous, you’re protective. There’s a difference, I don’t care what any shrink set about you. You’re not crazy.”
    I turned around and studied her face for some flicker of understanding, but, instead, she stood there defiantly. She wouldn’t let me tell her how to feel or what to think. In the very short time that I knew her, I had already learned that, whether I wanted to admit it or not.
    “Everyone is a little crazy, Skye. If we weren’t, we wouldn’t do the things that we do. We wouldn’t be the people that we are. Craziness makes you live life. It makes you do things like this.” In just three strides, I was across the living room, and my hands were on her soft cheeks. I pulled her into me, kissing her roughly, and pushing myself onto her. It only lasted a second before I broke away. I shouldn’t have broken our rules; it wouldn’t help us get anywhere. When I pulled away her eyes were closed and her lips extended like she was trying to catch her breath. When they fluttered open, and I looked into the dark green pools I had becoming accustomed to, I knew I had to walk away, because if I didn’t, I would have to kiss her again. I liked it too much, I cared about her too much. I was bad for girls like her, and Skye, with her sweet tone and unraveling nature, was just as dangerous for me as I was for her.

FIFTEEN
    SKYE
     
    “We shouldn't be doing this,” I whispered to him, even though I wanted to. I had attempted to hide my feelings the night before. To shoo him away, and lock my affections inside. But, today, by the firelight, suddenly as forbidden as it seemed, I didn’t care. I wanted him.
    He bit his lower lip like he was contemplating the repercussions himself. “I know we shouldn't.”
“So?” I inquired, hoping he'd have an answer. I needed him to make a choice, this time to make it for me as well.
His eyes locked with mine, and, for a moment, I knew it was going to happen. He was going to kiss me again. To push his rough lips onto mine once more. And I'd fall in love with him if he did that. I knew I would. I was in deep, and I couldn't get out. Not if he kissed me again. He was protective, angry, and dangerous, and I wanted him so badly it hurt.
    His thumb brushed across my lip before he kissed me again, this time even rougher than before. I fell into him, and he wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me to the couch. He sat down so that I was on top of him. I raked my fingers through his dark locks, settling on his stubbled cheek. He nipped at my lower lip, turning me on even more. This was so new, he and I, and that just made it more exciting and enticing.
    I felt him tug at my shirt, and he lifted it away with ease, exposing my light pink bra underneath. He unclasped it, releasing my breasts hidden beneath the think pink fabric. His lips left mine and trailed kisses down my neck and onto my collarbone; he stopped and pulled away, admiring my exposed flesh.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    I didn’t respond, just trailed my finger along his jawbone, willing him to continue. He didn’t need instruction; he simply pushed my hair to the side, and began suckling my skin. Eventually, his mouth found my nipple and he bit it lightly. It wasn’t playful though; it was just