Free True Connection (The Soul Mate Series) by Rachel Walter Page A

okay?” he asks me slowly, like if he talks too fast I might run away. He has his arms crossed over his chest.
    His muscular arms, over that perfect... Stop it already!
    I squeeze my eyes shut. “Umm…well…” I take a deep breath, open my eyes, and look at him. Gathering whatever courage I can conjure up, I bite my lip on purpose.
    He shifts a tiny bit and licks his lips.
    It really was him in my head! I wasn’t hearing things! I was hearing him!
    He takes a step towards me, and I take one back. But I forget about the log and end up landing on my ass with my legs draped over the log. I burst out laughing, and Seth laughs, too.
    He reaches out his hand to help me up. With him laughing this hard, it’s easy to knock him off balance and pull him down to me. So I do.
                  It feels nice having him like this, the pressure of his body on mine. I have one hand on his chest, the other grips his bicep.
    Suddenly, we aren’t laughing anymore. We’re just staring into each other’s eyes. He leans down towards me, and I bite my lip again. He groans and closes his eyes as he gets closer to my mouth.
                  “I heard you, Seth,” I whisper against his lips.
    Because I’m an idiot, I had to ruin this amazing moment.
    His eyes pop open. “What?” he whispers back, his eyes searching mine.
                  “In the car, the reason I had you pull over.” I sigh and wiggle out from under him. I sit up, and he sits on the log in front of me. He looks as confused as I feel.
                  “I said a lot of things in the car, Jaz,” he says.
                  I nod. “Yeah, but what I heard, you didn’t say . Seth I heard you when you didn’t speak!” I stare into his widened eyes, and he swallows loudly.
                  “What exactly did you hear?”
                  “Well, I’m nervous, and I was biting my lip. And I heard a voice, in my mind. But not just any voice, Seth. It was your voice, in my head. You said, ‘The way she bites her lip makes me want to pull the car over and…’” I’m stopped by his lips crushing to mine.
    His lips are firm, yet soft, and he tastes like honey. He snakes an arm around my back and moves a tingling hand to my jaw, angling my face how he wants it. I kiss him back as I press myself closer to him, one hand on his chest, the other going into his soft hair.
    My entire body is tingling.
    I sigh, a little girly-like, and he moans into my mouth. When he pulls back, we’re both breathless.
                  “Wow,” I say, breathlessly and press my face to his chest. “I really have gone crazy.” It comes out like a mumble, which is totally fine because I’m talking to myself.
                  “No, you’re not crazy. You’re completely sane,” he says, with conviction in his voice, then grabs my chin and tilts my head back so I’m looking at him. He gives me another tingly kiss. “Let’s head to the lake.”
    He stands, and pulls me to my feet. I stand on my tippy toes and give him a quick peck.
    I enjoy the tingling sensation on my skin.
                  “Sorry, I just wanted one more,” I half-heartedly apologize. I swear I can hear him growl as I climb back into the car. I like that I can affect him like that, too.
                  After we park in the gravel lot, he reaches over and slowly moves his hand down my arm to lace his fingers with mine. My whole arm, and now my hand, is tingling. It feels strange, yet incredible at the same time. It’s like when a limb falls asleep and starts waking up, just without the pain or stiffness, like a buzz.
                  “I shouldn’t be doing this. At least, not until you know everything,” he sighs. “But I can’t seem to help myself.” He leans over and kisses my neck and then my cheek. My heart and breathing are embarrassingly loud. I huff through my nose and my