Free Protector by Cyndi Goodgame Page B

against me.
    My body was petrified so quickly from the warmth of her, but just as swiftly I melted into her curves and the forcefulness of her lips.  She urged my mouth open to her.
    I had kissed girls, but no one had ever initiated a kiss, nor ever once demanded such action.  I hoped she didn’t feel how my body shook from her hands moving up and over the edge of my hairline giving me a numbing feeling that was slowly moving in a downward spiral as she twisted her fingers through the loose strands.  And I sure hoped she didn’t feel what she had made happen with her abrasive desire that had been building in my own body for years.  Every girl before was just a girl.   Every girl is her.  I knew that now.
    I had searched for years for someone to replace her.  Make me forget her.  It never happened once.
    I felt along her bottom lip with my tongue and parted her now closed lips in the midst of pulling her closer still to invade my own personal space past what was already there.  When our tongues collided I knew in that moment I would never let her go.  Couldn’t let her go.    Her mind was open like my own and simultaneously a collective inner sigh was felt and heard by the both of us.  She didn’t want to stop, and I didn’t offer.
    The closeness of her body made me lock everything else out. 
    For someone so small and fragile at most, she incinerated any evil in my life and inexplicably took my breath away.  Risky moves now were not good, but I wanted more.  Touching her anywhere was like meeting the sun, warm and all consuming.  She flinched at first when my hand went into the small of her back and then relaxed into me, pushing even like she needed more.  Please make me stop?
    Yank!  Panting and full of something she shouldn’t see in me yet, she half thought of the supposed “yellow flecks” she saw in my eyes and yes, wanting more.  I was in heaven and hell.  I told her, I can’t hurt you.  I will not!
    Halfway across the room she jumped out of my arms and the cold hit me like a brick.  I couldn’t feel her and it was painful.   
    “Hurt me?” she panted.
    “Not what you think.  I wouldn't hurt you.  I meant,” I panted back.  Our breath’s in unison, “I mean I don’t want you to do this and then find out more and hate me tomorrow.  It will hurt you.  My selfishness kissed you back.”
    “You didn’t want to kiss me?”  A tear slid down her swollen cheek that I had just tasted, and I wanted to kiss it away. 
    Such a dang girl, she cursed herself for crying.
    “Anastacia Anat, I have never wanted anything more in this life than to have you or your lips or your thoughts or, heck, I want everything.”  I covered her with kisses and hands and ...too much.  My brain told me it was too much. 
    “Stop!” she yelled.  “Like everything I have never known, I want you and I have no idea why.  But I have to know.  Will you hurt me?”
    Still too far away from me, she adjusted her dress and kept her eyes away from mine halting at my shirt line.  Oh, her eyes sought out my mark. 
    “I will never hurt you!  No one will ever hurt you.  Didn’t you you hear me?  I've protected you for a decade and vowed death before anyone harms you.”
    “Death!  Why?” She was at least listening.
    “Anastacia, you are the sun.  I had to wait this long for you.  I found you.  I will be in a thousand pieces if you die.  And that will not happen.”  My anger mixed with her own, but I couldn't figure where her anger surfaced from.  She liked hearing her name.  I decided she felt my anger and let it run into her.  We were already merging in some way.  I liked that but not the anger.
    The ring loose she asked, Why have I not been allowed to know you?
    I told her the truth.  I would always tell her the truth no matter how much I left out.   I was made to stay distant.  If they got me too, they would have killed all three of us a long time ago.  Your father’s cleverness