Meant to Be

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

He pivoted, his body facing me, and he just stared. The boys he had been talking to before were waving a hand in front of his face and trying to get his attention, looking in my general direction as well. I withheld a blush as his gaze never wavered from my figure.

I had enough spying on him from the corner of my eye, so I turned to Christina, “This is my first bonfire ya know?” I tried to make conversation, but I could just feel his gaze on me. And, if I didn’t know any better, he might also be listening to our conversation.

“Really?” Christina raised a brow, turning away from the fire to look at me, “We have bonfires almost all the time!”

“Enjoying the party ladies?” A husky voice spoke next to me, and I was left with a delighted feeling as I smelt his scent of the forest.

Christina’s mouth was agape and she slapped him on the head, “What are you doing here Nathaniel? Go away!”

I wanted to growl at her, I mean an honest-to-goodness back-off kind of growl. It caught in my throat though when the mischief shone in their eyes, they started slapping each other playfully and bantered like siblings. Christina didn’t want to hurt him. He’s mine… A voice growled possessively in my mind. Then I froze in shock, Wait! Whoa! What the hell did I just say?”

“And you must be…” My dream guy spoke to me, turning away from his little play fight to look at me.

“Luna.” I suppressed the feeling to giggle like a schoolgirl, but batted my eyelashes at him.

“Nathaniel.” He took both hands in one of his and brought them to his lips, fireworks setting off at his light touch. He looked deep into my eyes as he brushed his lips lightly over the back of my hands, “But everybody calls me Nate.”

As soon as I had looked into his ocean blue eyes I knew I was stuck, and I couldn’t look away if my life depended on it.

His touch had sparks flying and left me craving for more, the thought of his lips to my skin driving me mad with unknown lust.

Before I knew what was happening he was leading me away, and I was happy just to be holding his hand, though my mind was reeling with dirty thoughts. He took me somewhere, I couldn’t make out where since my eyes were occupied checking out his yummy (AND TOTALLY FORESHADOWED) eight-pack clearly showing from his thin white shirt. He had me backed up against the wall, and I could smell his scent even stronger than before, and all I wanted to do was bottle it up and use it as my favorite perfume, but I could do that later.

I was painfully aware how close he was to me, and how close his lips were to my shoulder. My breathing became heavy as the air around us that I thought that was already charged became even more so, and the rest of the world dropped away. I noticed he seemed to look at my bared neck with an urge to do something I couldn’t explain. For some unknown reason the word Marked. Reverberated in my head, but I shook it away.

I was feeling breathless, and he pressed himself against me in a way that made me want to whimper with want and need. He looked into my eyes, and how I wished to freeze this moment and stay like this forever and evermore. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and I memorized his facial features, from his deliciously sexy blonde hair to his sinful lips. Oh how I wanted to kiss him so badly.

His eyes flickered to my lips, and I made the move that closed the distance, not able to wait any longer. Our lips had molded into one, fitting perfectly together as if they were made to. My hands raked through his hair and gently tugged, earning a groan that made me quiver with anticipation.