Enchant Me by Anne Violet Page B

his
parents. I wanted to solve the mystery of why I was having this
vision, if a vision it really was. 
    “Christian, could I ask you a question?”
    He peered down at me, his smile easy. “Sure,
what do you want to know?”
    I looked down and away. “What happened to
your parents?”
    He was staring at me--hard, and he pulled his
arm away from my waist. I could feel him withdraw mentally just as
much as the physical and it actually hurt. He was vibrating with an
odd intensity that I couldn’t figure out.
    When he finally spoke I shivered. “Why
are you asking that?” He asked, his voice gravelly and dangerous
sounding.
    I drew my jacket tighter around myself now
that I had lost his body heat. I had always sensed there was
darkness to him but I never thought that it would be directed at
me. It didn’t make sense. Why was he so defensive? I stopped next
to an outcropping of boulders that blocked some of the light from
the street lights on the hill above. Part of me wasn’t surprised
when he whirled around and placed himself barely a foot in front of
me. He was being deliberately intimidating. I tried to gauge the
emotions in his eyes but his face was completely in shadow and I
had to remind myself that I truly did trust him. 
    “You’ve never said what happened,” I
whispered.
    “Maybe because I don’t like to talk about
it,” he growled. 
    Fighting the urge to step back, I bit my lip
in dismay. How to fix this? My heart squeezed painfully even though
we were mere inches away. Emotionally it felt like worlds apart. It
was definite now, that there was something about his parents’
deaths that needed to be brought out or dealt with, but it was also
obvious he wasn’t going to let me in to help. I dropped my head and
tried to ignore my pained thudding heart. 
    “I’m sorry,” I breathed and started to turn
and step away.
     Only to be hauled back and pressed
against the large boulder behind me, his arms a cage around me. As
he leaned over me I could feel his warm breath against my face and
his delicious cologne writhed about me. I looked up to meet his
eyes, and even in shadow I could tell they were
smoldering. 
    He brushed the side of his face along mine,
his lips grazing my cheeks, my chin. I almost didn’t catch his
whisper. “Why are you asking, Alexis?”
    I shivered with desire instead of fear. What
did he want to know? I tried to think of a response that didn’t
include--I’m a psychic and I have been having visions of you and
your parents. But it was getting really hard to think, he was
making me dizzy with lust.
     “Lex?” he murmured, still apparently
expecting a response. 
    Placing my hands gently on his chest I tried
to gently nudge him back but he wasn’t moving. I shook my head; I
needed to tell him something…
    “I was just curious,” I breathed. 
    He pressed his hard body against mine while
his lips started to cruise down my neck and I couldn’t stop from
wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I tilted my head to give him
better access and suddenly felt his hands skim down my body, grip
my thighs and lift me up and press me against the rock. While one
hand still gripped my thigh supporting me, his other hand clasped
my chin and I felt his teeth slightly graze my neck before he
suddenly nipped at me, slightly sucking at the spot, marking
me. I gasped, “Christian.”
    He pulled a couple inches away, pinned me
with his dark eyes. “I don’t ever want to talk about this again,
ok?”
    I thought I nodded my head but I couldn’t be
sure. Then his lips crashed down upon mine, hungry and intense. I
could feel the darkness that cloaked him, and I embraced I,
returning every angry, desperate kiss he gave me. Running my hands
through his hair, I lightly grasped the strands and pulled his head
away from mine. I breathed deeply of the scent at his neck just
before I nipped him, and left a little mark of my own at the spot
between his neck and shoulder. Even with his hard