Desire: #4 Brightest Kind of Darkness by P.T. Michelle Read Free Book Online Page B

insides quiver. Smiling, I run my tongue along his collarbone, saying, “Mmm, you taste really good right here. I wonder if you taste different in other places…”
    Ethan groans and lifts me upright, his eyes blazing with heat. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
    I frown. “Why would you say that? I thought you’d love the idea of—”
    He shakes his head, a frustrated look on his face. “I have to go get Samson soon. Remember?”
    I smile and flip my hand. “Well, never mind then.”
    Strong hands flex on my waist. “Oh no. I’m holding you to that promise.”
    My eyebrows shoot up. “What promise? I don’t remember making any.”
    Ethan’s face reflects determination. “The next time I get you alone, I’m going to tease you non-stop. I’ll lick and nibble and kiss you from head to toe…”
    I feel my face drain of color. I know firsthand just how good he is at teasing. I shake my head quickly. “No, Ethan.”
    Pulling me forward, he whispers next to my ear, his voice full of merciless intent. “Be ready to want me desperately . That scar on your palm is going to be working overtime soon, Sunshine.”
    I involuntarily clamp my hand tight, thinking how easily his touch on my scar sends my hormones into overdrive. Leaning forward, I whisper back, trailing my fingers over his shoulder and down across the top of the sword tattoo gracing his shoulder blade. “You know…ever since you told me this tattoo is sensitive to my touch, it only makes me want to explore it even more.”
    Ethan hisses in my ear and grips my hand. Lifting it off his shoulder, he laces our fingers together and grunts. “Truce?”
    I give him a saucy smile. “For now.”
    Ethan chuckles the entire time we’re getting dressed in the backseat. While I tug on my shirt, he catches my elbow a split second before I ping him in the eye. Then he quickly diverts my foot from hitting a sensitive area as I shrug into my skinny jeans. Settling back into the seat, I offer an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Seemed like a lot more room a few minutes ago.”
    Shaking his head, he smiles. “It feels good to laugh. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything in the world, Nara.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “Moments like this with you are priceless.”
    I’ve never seen him so laidback and happy, and I’m glad I had a little something to do with that. Once we’re settled in the front seat, he threads his fingers with mine and rests our clasped hands on his thigh, and then we drive out of the woods, heading back to Blue Ridge.
    He’s so relaxed, I realize now might be a good time to tell him what Michael said. That maybe he might be open to hearing the truth if his guard isn’t quite so high.
    Rubbing my thumb over his, I say, “Michael told me something else while we talked downstairs.”
    He glances my way. “He did? What did he say?”
    I take a breath and plunge on. “He said that Fate was being meddlesome, but that he wasn’t lying. You are the Master Corvus.”
    His fingers flex against mine and the car lurches forward, suddenly accelerating. “The Corvus inside me would know if he was the Master Corvus.”
    I watch the speedometer climb to eighty, then eighty-five. “Ethan, please slow down.”
    His hand cinches tight around my fingers. “It’s not true,” he says, raising his voice.
    I yank my hand from his and yell, “Slow down, right now!”
    Ethan shakes his head and blinks as if he’s shocked to hear me scream at him. Finally his foot eases on the pedal. We both breathe heavily and stare at the windshield.
    After several minutes of silence, he says, “I’m sorry I scared you, but what you’re saying can’t possibly be true. I would’ve known that Danielle lied to me and that she’d gone dark. I would’ve known that I created all the other Corvus out there. I would’ve known where they’re located. I would’ve known what happened in the past with the Order—”
    “That’s just it, Ethan. Something happened