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I am continuing on the Soul Screamers journey this week and I am sharing a swoon from the second book. It is soooo hard to keep it short, so check it out!!
My Soul To Save
Soul Screamers #2
close enough that I could feel the warmth of his chest through both of our
shirts. But he didn't touch me. His head dipped toward my neck, and I inhaled
sharply when his breath brushed my collarbone.
I tilted my
head back. My heart slammed against my ribs, and I held my breath, waiting to
feel his lips on me. They would be soft, and hot. I knew it. I wanted it. But
it didn't happen.
His head rose
gradually, his breath traveling up my neck unbearably slowly. My pulse raced
faster with each hot, damp puff against my skin. "Nash…" My arms
rose, and my fingers hovered millimeters from his shirt when his warm hands
wrapped around my wrists. Holding me. Stopping me.
His breath brushed my ear then, and shivers shot up my spine, lingering in
pleasant places all over my body.
touch you." It came out as a moan, and part of me was mortified by the
need in my voice. But he liked it. I could tell, and that made it okay.
he murmured, his words indistinct, a groan granted the bare minimum of
consonants. The sound buffeted my earlobe. Scalding me.
I whispered. I couldn't breathe. Not until I could touch him. Or he touched me.
"Now. Please, Nash."
sure?" His words surged over me like a wave of heat, pulsing with barely
controlled desire. Power. Compulsion. Considering his particular talents, he could
probably have talked me into anything he wanted me to do, and that knowledge
scared me and thrilled me at the same time. But he wouldn't do it. He wanted me
to want him on my own.
Oh, and I did.
I wanted him so badly every part of me ached, some places worse than others.
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