Elite (Eagle Elite) - By Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,50
why I always remember her. I know it wasn’t my mom because I’ve seen pictures and remember her face a bit.”
“What did this pretty woman look like, hmm?” Nixon released my hand and began massaging my neck.
I focused on the memory, begging for it to be more clear, but all I could remember were her eyes. “She… she had really blue eyes. Like yours.”
He stopped massaging.
“And she had a really pretty laugh, it sounded like…”
“Church bells,” Nixon finished.
I jerked away. “What?”
He very sadly dropped his head. “I read minds. Why what were you going to say?”
I didn’t want to tell him that he was spot on. But only because I remember actual church bells close by. Another one of my flickering memories. I bit down on my lip. I knew it was a lucky guess.
“Dance with me.” Nixon stood and held out his hand.
“In front of the cows?” My voice squeaked.
“Uh, yeah.” Nixon looked from the cows to me. “I don’t think they’ll mind. Why, what kind of dancing were you thinking of doing? Were you hoping to embarrass the cows and get them to moo?”
Narrowing my eyes, I swatted him with my hand.
“Come on.” My body was flush against his before I could protest.
Chapter Nineteen
Nixon smelled like hot guy. Seriously, they should bottle him up and put him in stores. He’d make millions, not that he needed it.
My stomach clenched. Everything he had done. I shook my head. It didn’t compute, why was he helping me, including me in his Elect group?
“Nixon.” Pulling away so I could look in his eyes, I stopped myself from throwing up from nerves and just blurted out. “Are you leading me on?”
His blue eyes widened and then he reached out and grabbed my shoulders. “What?”
“L-leading me on.” I looked down at my shoes again. There went my bravery. “I mean, are you doing all this so you can just — I don’t know, throw me to the wolves later?”
“You don’t trust very easily do you?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I don’t blame you.” Sighing, he pulled me back into his arms and began swaying. “And no I’m not leading you on. I’ve told you before. I want to protect you… in the beginning, you were just another new kid that I needed to show the ropes to, but now…”
“Now?” I repeated.
“Now you’re the girl who moos?” he offered, chuckling.
I tried to pull away from him, but it was impossible.
“You’re…” He stopped swaying and looked away from my face for a few seconds. “You’re beautiful… In a way, I’ve been searching my whole life for you.”
“Wow, easy on the corny movie lines.” I laughed.
He didn’t.
“I’m serious.” His eyes darkened and I was reminded again how protective and unpredictable he could be. “I just wish you would rem—”
His lips were on mine before he finished the sentence.
With a growl he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his body and laid me down against the blanket.
Nixon’s body hovered over mine. A moment of indecision flickered across his face as he pulled away and cursed. For some reason, I didn’t allow him to think about what we were doing. I just wanted to feel him. I wanted this moment to be ours, away from the school, away from the drama, away from everything.
My lips touched his. With a sigh, he leaned his forehead against mine and ran his fingers through my hair as his teeth grazed my lower lip.
“You have no idea…” He breathed across my lips as his hands moved to my neck and lifted me closer to his body. “How much I want you.”
My breathing was ragged as his lips crushed against mine. All I could taste was him. All I could smell was Nixon. A mixture of the outdoors and spice invaded my senses as his tongue slipped around mine, making my world explode with pleasure and sensations I’d never experienced before.
Shaking, I moved my hands to the loopholes of his jeans and tugged his lower body until it met mine with such force that I let out a gasp.
Taking full advantage of my mouth being open, Nixon’s mouth pressed against mine so hard it almost hurt. My fingers clenched against his hip bones as he settled between my thighs.
I’d never made out with a guy before, but everything felt so good I didn’t want to stop, nor did I really care that there were cows nearby or that we were outside on our first real date.