Falling to Pieces by L.T. Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

us both a glass of the golden tinged liquid and placed the stem of the champagne glass in my hand before raising his index finger to my eyebrow, brushing his finger over it. My lips parted at the contact, and I mirrored his furrowed brow. My insides squirmed and my skin buzzed as he traced his finger down my cheekbone and across my parted lips before cupping my chin.
    “You are so beautiful, Teagan.”
    “Thank you,” I murmured, unable to break the intense gaze between us. My stomach somersaulted and I wanted to glance down at his lips but I realised if I did I’d be unable to refrain from kissing him. I wanted him to kiss me first, call it womanly pride—I still had that, despite all my years of life.
    He dropped his hand away from my face and took a deep breath as if he were trying to hold back just like I was.
    “We’re going to miss the view,” he said.
    ‘ I think the view I’ve got in here beats the one outside .’
    I smiled at my thought and turned to look out of the convex window. I bent over and rested my forearms on the cool metal railing that ran around the inside of the capsule, sipping my champagne and enjoying the bubbles popping in my mouth before swallowing.
    The Eye was lit up in blue that night, casting a magnificent reflection on the murky black waters of the Thames.
    Marc stood beside me, his thigh pressed against mine. My heartbeat throbbed in my throat as he started running his fingers up and down my exposed back. My fangs started to peek out, and I willed them back in as I concentrated on the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben’s glowing face as a distraction.
    As we reached the top, the dim light from inside blinked out making lit-up London seem that much brighter.
    I inhaled a deep noisy breath. I was in the darkness with the most exhilarating man I’d ever met in my long life, and he was touching me.
    My insides swirled, the only sounds were the thundering sound of my heartbeat and Marc’s ragged breathing.
    His fingers rested on my elbow, lightly tugging at me. I turned my head to meet his burning gaze. I placed the champagne flute on the floor.
    I missed the split second before he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. His lips found mine like he’d spent an eternity mapping out the route. His mouth tasted of the champagne, sweet and intoxicating. His excited tongue probed my mouth. My insides hummed and turned into dampness between my thighs. My entire body was a mass of wanton nerve endings begging to be touched, stroked and caressed. His soft full lips burned against mine, but all I could think about was them trailing over every inch of me.
    If he dared to take this kiss to second base, if his fingers dared to brush against my throbbing clit, I was certain I would have collapsed into a writhing, moaning heap on the floor. But his hands remained buried deep in my hair, clutching it at the roots. My fingers were clasped at the back of his neck, pulling his kiss deeper and harder.
    The dim light flickered back on. Marc drew back from the kiss and relaxed his grasp on my hair. My palms slid over his neck, ran over his collarbone and stopped on his solid chest. The definition beneath my fingertips did nothing to stem my desire. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. I studied his eyes, certain they appeared more golden than they had before.
    ‘ What are you ?’ I thought. Maybe I didn’t want that information?
    We both started giggling, which was a struggle for me because my fangs had extended more than they should have in pleasant company. I buried my head in his chest in a silent prayer they would soon retract fully.
    He took his hands from my hair resting one on my hip and smoothing my ruffled red locks with the other.
    “Sorry, I messed up your hair.” He’d lowered his head and whispered into my ear before landing a lingering kiss on my jaw. I smiled into his bright white shirt. We seemed to be erring on the side of behaving like teenagers.
    A thought sprang into