Excerpt Seven

This is dedicated, and written for, Ryan.


Midnight eyes. That's what he had. They were black and sparkling like onyx in the sunlight. Beautiful.
They were deep like the ocean. One might get lost in their depth.
Filled with passion, secrets. They say the eyes are windows to the soul. Which they were, though his were tinted; one might see out with ease, though seeing in was done with difficulty.
His lips. Sweet. Smooth like satin or velvet. Hard and demanding against hers.
He was warm. So warm. He gave her goosebumps where his fingertips touched the cool skin of her neck.