Destiny Gift (The Everlast Trilogy) - By Juliana Haygert Page 0,62
is involved in our problems, I guess. But this world doesn’t bother me. I even like the dark. What I don’t like are these pains and the impression I’m missing something, that I’m still missing some part of me.”
It made sense. Though how could he not care that the world was drowning in darkness and every living creature was in the path of death?
The image of his possessed face as he killed his parents’ killer flashed before my eyes.
I approached him and, careful with my words and tone, said, “What happened when you killed those men?” At his raised eyebrow, I hurried on. “I mean, in the vision, you looked … not yourself.”
“One more question to which I don’t know the answer. Like you said, I wasn’t myself. The sight of my parents dead beside me was too much. I was out of control.”
Like when he had attacked me in my closet and almost strangled me. I don’t know if he could also read minds, but he looked up at me, regret flickering in his black eyes. “I’m sorry about the way I acted at your apartment. I was trying to get you out of there, safe and sound, and you were making it so hard. I don’t know what came over me.” His eyes were focused on mine, causing my breath to catch. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded. “It’s okay,” I whispered before disappearing into the bathroom. Besides dying for a shower, I needed to get away from the temptation of lying with him in that bed.
When I went back to the room, the temptation grew. Micah wore only jeans, which left his chest and chiseled muscles apparent. And his tattoos sucked me in. He had a coiled snake on his left shoulder, four lines of Hebrew writing over his chest, and tribal drawings to the side of his abdomen, which spread onto his back.
I averted my gaze, my cheeks growing hot.
“Hi, darling,” he said, deliberately provoking me.
I stopped in front of the mirror to comb my hair. “It’s not that warm in here.”
“I know.” He chuckled, adding to my irritation. “I need your touch and thought being shirtless would make the deal more attractive. Plus, you would want me more.”
With my jaw practically on the ground, I turned to him. “Want you more? Are you insane?”
“No.” He sat at edge of the bed near me. That was when I saw his hands shaking. “Could you come here and help me?” he asked, his tone nicer but more urgent.
Disregarding his gigantic ego, I walked the few steps to him and extended my hand. Even if I wasn’t tempted, he needed me to become healthier. He grabbed my hand and, with one corner of his lips curling up, he pulled me closer, resting my palm on his brawny chest.
The cold shock spread from my skin to his before I could protest. For a moment, I forgot I was touching his body, and relished the refreshing sensation that came with the healing ability. It was like a relieving twinkling sensation crawling under my skin, taking me over. Pressing my hand with his, he moaned, eyes shut and head tilted back.
The cold diminished slowly, until it was gone. Still holding my hand to his chest, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me—through me.
“Are you better?” My voice broke, my breathing uneven.
Nodding, he gripped my other wrist. He pulled me until I was standing between his legs, less than two inches from him. His gaze never left mine as he stood, brushing his body against mine. My heart skipped a beat.
He leaned into me, but I pulled back. He put his hand behind my neck. “You want this,” he whispered, his breath, mixing with his scent, poisoning my mind.
“No,” I said, putting my arms against his chest to push him back. Who was I kidding? He was super hot and into me at this exact moment. Of course I wanted this. But, would I still think I wanted this when I saw Victor the next day? Until I met Micah, the Victor in my visions had been the only guy in my life.
Micah pulled me to him and leaned down. He wasn’t as subtle or gentle or slow as Victor was in my dreams. He was direct and rough and damned sexy. His lips brushed against mine, but a knock on the door made me jump back.