Through the Zombie Glass - Showalter Gena - Страница 60
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He rolled me to my back and pinned my arms over my head. I bucked, but he weighed more than me, and I couldn’t dislodge him. Our gazes met, and tension smoldered between us, hot and strong and undeniable.
“Let me go,” I rasped.
“Never again,” he replied.
I was breathing so heavily my chest rubbed against his. Our legs were tangled, and I could feel every inch of him. I ran my tongue over the seam of my mouth, anger giving way to need.
“Tell me how you feel about me,” he croaked.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. If I said the words—I love you, Cole, love you so much I ache—he would keep his word to never let me go, and he had to let me go. “I told you. I’m no good for you right now. That’s the only thing that hasn’t changed, and I’m not going to risk—”
“So you’re not ready. Okay. I get it. We’ll revisit this subject later.” He lowered his head, until his nose brushed mine.
I breathed him in. “No. Not later.”
“Fine. We’ll finish it now. I want you, and you want me. For now, that’ll have to be enough.” He smashed his mouth against mine, his tongue thrusting deep, and I moaned at the perfection of it. His taste, his heat, his strength, his...everything. This was what I’d missed. This was what I’d craved. Us...together. Not out of anger or hurt. Just need.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched up, unable to help myself. He released my hands, and I immediately tangled my fingers in his hair.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together,” I said.
“Whatever you say, Ali-gator.”
The pressure escalated, almost unbearable, yet not enough—not enough, must have more—as his hands roamed over me, kneading my breasts, doing things to the centers...such thrilling things. With all the different emotions still rampaging through me, my skin became more sensitive, my blood all the hotter; my nerve endings hummed. I loved it. I hated it.
I loved him. Had to tell him. Couldn’t tell him. I had to stop this, but I wanted more. So much more. Desperate for as much skin-to-skin contact as I could get, I slid my hands under his shirt and scoured my nails over the ridges of his spine. He hissed in a breath.
“I love it when you touch me,” he said.
I did it again, and the kiss spun out of control, until we were nipping at each other, and he was pulling at my clothes, and I was pulling at his, and oh, this was going to happen, wasn’t it? Here and now, outside, in the cold. I wasn’t sure how much time I had left, so nothing would stop me from stealing this moment.
“O-kay. I should have guessed this was why you both took off so unexpectedly.”
Nothing except Frosty.
Dang it! I was so sick of interruptions!
Cole sprang away from me, assuming a battle-ready position.
Frosty rolled his shoulders, hard and intractable, and just as ready. “Don’t bother trying to get rid of me. I’m not leaving without Ali. Nana is worried.”
“Fine. But you will turn around,” Cole snapped.
Though he looked as if he wanted to protest, Frosty obeyed.
My cheeks burned, and my heart pounded as I sat up. Cole helped me right my disheveled clothing before righting his own. Our gazes locked for a long, strained moment, and we both knew there were a million things we needed to say, but couldn’t. Not now.
Later, he mouthed, hooking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I should tell him no again, that this was it, the end. I might be dangerous to his health, but he was dangerous to my self-control. Instead, I found myself nodding.
Cole kept his arm around me while we walked back to the house.
“So, listen, Ali,” Frosty said. “I know I haven’t been your biggest fan lately, and I’m sorry. I like you, I do, and I know you’re going through something tough right now, but I saw what you did to Cole and I imagined you doing it to Kat. I can’t let you do it to Kat,” he said raggedly. “She isn’t strong enough to survive.”
“I understand,” I replied. “I’ve been so careful around her. If ever I feel even the slightest urge come upon me, I leave her and dose up on the antidote. I don’t want to see her hurt, either.”
His nod was stiff, but it was a start.
* * *
“Ali, honey.”
Nana’s voice pulled me from a deep sleep.
“I’m headed to the grocery. Is there anything you need?”
“What time is it?” I asked on a moan.
“Eight.”
Too early. It was the day after Christmas and I didn’t have anywhere to be until five. I would have liked to sleep till four. I’d stayed up late, trying to taunt Z.A. into leaving my body and fighting me. She’d ignored me, and I’d finally fallen into bed. Now I was tired. So very tired.
“I’m good. Thanks, though.”
“All right, then. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
I put a pillow over my head. Heard footsteps. The whine of my door as it shut.
I wasn’t sure how much time actually passed before I heard cabinet doors banging shut, then silence, then the slam of the front door, as if Nana had left again.
I wanted to get up and investigate, but I just didn’t have the energy.
The doorbell rang.
I rolled out of bed, pulled a robe over my tank and shorts and stalked into the living room. Expecting Kat and a thousand questions about what had happened with Cole, since we hadn’t had a moment alone to talk, I opened the door. Gavin leaned against the frame, a formidable sight with his pale hair spiked back from his face and his eyes glinting ice.
He’d come over several others times, but I’d reverted to ignoring him.
“You need to stop avoiding me, and we need to talk about what happened the last time I was here,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, and moved aside. I could be brave. “Fine.”
He stomped his way inside, and I shut the door.
“Just...give me a few minutes first. I just got out of bed.” I raced into my room, brushed my teeth and hair, then threw on a T-shirt and jeans. I glanced at the mirror as I raced back out and gritted my teeth when I saw Z.A. grinning smugly at me.
I scowled at her. “Soon,” I told her. “We’re going to have a showdown.”
She smirked.
“You hungry?” I asked Gavin when I reached the living room. “You want some breakfast?”
He eyed me suspiciously, but said, “Sure.”
I put biscuits in the oven, fried bacon and whisked up some gravy. He watched me, but didn’t speak (or try to help). I didn’t push him. When everything was ready, I slid a plate in his direction.
“No eggs?” he asked.
“Wow. Your gratitude is humbling.”
A smile teased the corners of his mouth. “What? I like eggs.”
My lips twitched, as well. I hadn’t liked seeing him so formal. I sat beside him, and we dug into the food.
Finally he said, “I’ve been thinking about things, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was going on with you sooner...sorry I put my hands on you and tried for more than a few licks. I’ve gotten to know you over the past few months, and I should have realized you never would have made a move on me while your grandmother was a few feet away. And you did try to warn me.”
Wait. He was apologizing to me? Not what I’d expected. “Well, I’m sorry I tried to eat you.”
His lips stretched in a full-blown smile this time. “From anyone else, those words would be a turn-on. You, not so much.”
I laughed. “I have to admit, I’m a little surprised you didn’t kill me the moment you realized what was happening.”
“I won’t lie. I thought about it. I mean, I know you had pulled out of similar crazes before, but this was the first time one had been directed at me. Problem was, I would have had to go through Cole to get to you, and I would have had to kill him to get through him, because he wouldn’t have stopped shielding you any other way. That boy really loves you.”
I turned away to hide the elation surely shining in my eyes; someone else had noticed his feelings for me—and came face-to-face with Zombie Ali.
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