Free Pierce My Heart (Women of Willowbrook Book 1) by Kelsey Jensen Page A

his smile was something, his eyes are beyond .
    My breathing starts to stick when I feel his hands move on me, but when I catch his eyes I’m gone.
    I can’t breathe.
    I can’t move.
    I can’t see anything, but him .
    Total tunnel vision.
    Lashes, I fear will kick up a gust if he blinks, and laugh lines that radiate from the slight downward angle of his eyes make his appearance all that more pleasing; knowing that he’s seen plenty of laughter in his life. The color and the depth of them is what draws me in. A grayish blue that I know I could lose myself in just by searching out and counting every fleck of navy that dots the iris, but there’s more to them than just a pretty color with interesting details.
    His face hadn’t shown much emotion other than the tightness of his mouth (whatever that was about), his eyes, though, had shown everything .
    And right now they’re showing humor and an edge of something I can’t read.
    Something that would’ve sucked all the air in my lungs out, if there’d been any left.
    Something that started to push its way through everything I’d built up around me over the last couple years the moment I caught his smile, but the look in his eyes only cements the fact for me.
    Something that makes me yearn for more, but that leaves completely unsure.
    “Are you okay?”
    I jerk at his voice.
    Rough and deep, but warm. Almost…soothing.
    “What?” I whisper.
    I watch his eyes change. The something I couldn’t read becoming more pronounced, making me definitely yearn but all that more unsure.
    “I asked if you were okay, sweetheart.”
    I blink, take stock of the situation, notice his hands haven’t moved and smile a little on the inside as I push away the doubt.
    “Other than my raging success at setting the record for the clumsiest moments in one lifetime, I’m peachy. How about yourself?”
    My response earns me a smile that reaches his eyes, and the shock I have over my answer is forgotten as I take in his smile.
    A smile that was great from a distance but is downright beautiful to watch up close.
    I lean toward him, not in control of my body, and his thumb at my neck starts stroking softly. My eyes flutter, my pulse spikes, and I feel a tingle worm its way through my body.
    It’s been so, so long since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself intimately, and he’s able to draw that reaction from me with a simple thumb stroke. I can only imagine what effect a full blown caress would have on my senses. Part of me is dying to find out while the rest of me wants to run, but I know I won’t, can’t , do that.
    There’s something about him that draws me in, even if a part of me is trying to convince myself otherwise.
    “I’m doing much better now,” he says quietly.
    A small blush touches my cheeks.
    When he sees it, his hand leaves my chin but only to swipe his thumb along the pink of my cheeks, acknowledging it, knowing it’s because of him, and if his smile that turns a little lazy has anything to say, likes it.
    I blush harder.
    His eyes get lazy too.
    “Mothereff, woman, are you okay?”
    His eyes lose the lazy and his smile drops, an annoyed look flashing so fast I’m sure I imagine it, before he takes a step back from me.
    I don’t move.
    Inside I’m having a small freak out at the realization that the chill I suddenly feel move through me is from the loss of him and not the shifting of the seasons, while on the outside I’m trying not to show I’m having a small freak out as I keep my eyes locked with his.
    Crimeny, my body is going haywire. And he’s the culprit who crossed my wires.
    Reluctantly I shift my focus towards Evan.
    “I’m fine, Ev,” I say, plastering a smile on my face.
    I hear a grunt and my eyes swing back to him to see a look of amusement on his face.
    Why, I don’t know. It’s not like he can read my mind.
    Can he?
    I shake the thought off.
    Of course not.
    God, his presence is wreaking havoc on my sensibility too.
    “Well, are we