Hunted Sorcery (Jon Oklar Book 2), B.T. Narro [digital book reader txt] 📗

hands. “I think that’s the sweetest thing a boy has ever said to me.”

I showed my confusion. “I don’t know how that’s possible. There are many more wonderful things about you than that, and I figure you’ve met many boys who like you as much as I do.”

“You should stop. I’m starting to blush.”

I got the hint that she didn’t actually want me to stop, though, as she continued to look into my eyes and held my hands. The next words jumped out of my mouth.

“You’re beautiful, you train hard, and you’re somehow even more beautiful the more sweat you work up while training. I honestly don’t understand it.”

She laughed. “I think you’re actually being honest. You’re not just saying that?”

“You know me well enough by now to know I don’t just say things. I’m surprised it took this long for me to tell you how beautiful you are, because I’m not good at holding back my words.”

I noticed her gaze drifting down to my lips again. Her breaths became heavy as she suddenly appeared nervous. She put her hand on my cheek for a moment, only to drop it again.

She looked at the door, then at me again. Her cheeks were burning red.

My heart climbed toward my throat as my pulse increased.

I could feel that something was about to happen. I had not planned for any of it, my heart already on the verge of trying to give up. But as I realized there still might be a chance, my feelings came flooding back with twice the strength.

“Kat, you don’t have to go just yet. Nobody knows we’re here together.”

She bit her lip as she looked at me. I knew this was a moment I might always regret if I did not act.

My heart was beating so hard that I barely heard her speaking as I stepped up really close to her.

“I wish you weren’t so damn handso— ”

Her words were cut off, Kataleya’s lips rushing to meet mine.

My passion exploded through me as I cupped her back and pressed her into me. She fisted my shirt in her hands. I couldn’t believe the feeling of her lips, her body pushing against mine as if yearning for more.

But it only lasted a moment before she pulled away with a smack of our lips. She rushed toward the door of my room.

Horrified, I thought she might run out, but she turned the lock instead, stilling my heart.

Then she walked back toward me, yet went right past me as if I didn’t exist.

“Kataleya?” I asked breathlessly, my trousers heavy.

She threw the curtains closed at my window, then turned back with a fiery look in her eyes.

“This is a mistake,” she said as she slowly came toward me.

“Then stop,” I suggested as I took a step in her direction.

“I’m going to.” She came closer.

“When?” I asked.

We halted in front of each other.

“After you show me how beautiful I am to you.” She jumped up and wrapped her legs around me as she devoured my mouth.

CHAPTER THIRTY

When we were finally done, I gathered my clothes and stepped into my pants while Kataleya remained in my bed. She had my sheet pulled up to barely cover half of her bosom as she lay in exhaustion, her blonde hair matted against her face, her cheeks red from our passion. It was this sight that had lured me back into bed after the first time we’d both fallen over the edge.

“Don’t,” she said with a laugh, as she saw me looking. “I can’t handle anymore.” She blew out a breath as she fanned herself with her hands.

“All right,” I said, and started to slip my shirt over my head.

“Wait,” she said. “Let me have one more look.”

I stood and posed for her. She bit her lip seductively. I felt like she was exaggerating, but I appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

“You should really get back to the courtyard,” she said.

“You’re not coming?”

“I’ll be a little behind so people don’t see us returning together. Do you mind if I leave your door unlocked?”

“I can come back and lock it later.” I sat on the bed and took her hand. “When can we do this again?”

Her mouth twisted.

Uh oh.

“We can’t,” she said. “I thought you knew? We can’t ever speak of this, either. I don’t want word to reach my family, which it certainly would if Reuben found out.”

I pulled my hand back from her hold. “Even after what just happened, you’re still not interested in continuing this relationship?”

She sat up, pulling the sheet to keep herself covered. “Being with you was everything I’d hoped for and more, but it can’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry. Please understand.”

I was confused. I had done it many times with Joanne, but it had never felt like it did with Kataleya. But part of what made my heart soar during the incredible experience was thinking that she and I would be together afterward. I had seen the way she looked at me. I had heard the pleasure from her stifled moans. I had watched her enthusiasm build as she edged closer and closer to satisfaction, encouraging me not to stop. My heart fluttered just remembering those moments.

I didn’t know how she could deny her feelings for me. I couldn’t do the same for her, especially now. She was even more beautiful than I had realized, with a sharp curve of her waist accentuated by her shapely bosom that drove me mad. We’d moved together as if there was no better way it could’ve happened. I couldn’t imagine never doing this again, never seeing her in my bed again, never being this close to her again.

I stood up from the bed. It was as if my heart couldn’t decide to fill my body with rage or sadness, so a mixture of both flowed through me.

“Jon,” she said, probably sensing my feelings. She was too damn intuitive, or perhaps I was just too damn obvious.

“It’s fine,” I choked out and started toward