Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I think he was telling the truth about not being with
another woman since he met me.
He’s so hungry for me, he’s about to snap in two.
He’s the first to break the kiss again. When he does, he
buries his face in my hair. He inhales deeply, then exhales with
a sigh.
I whisper, “For a guy who claims to be such a bad scary
criminal, you’re a big softie.”
“Only for you.”
His voice is thick and his hands are shaking, and holy hell,
I’ve never felt this electric in my life. He makes me feel like
I’m made of crack cocaine. Like I’ve got fire running through
my veins instead of blood.
Like anything is possible.
“Kage?”
“Yes, baby?”
Baby. I’m dead. “Tell me your last name.”
“Porter.”
“Thank you. Look at us, making progress already. Pretty
soon, I’ll know all your darkest secrets.”
He lifts his head and gazes at me. My smile is happy and
wide.
Looking very serious, he brushes my hair off my cheek.
He says in a husky voice, “I’ll have to make you fall in love
with me before I tell you all my darkest secrets.”
“Make you fall in love with me.” He keeps upping the ante
in this conversation. I thought I was dead ten seconds ago, but
now I’m buried six feet underground.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“So you won’t leave me…even though you’ll want to.”
As I stare deeply into his eyes, my smile fades. A hot,
prickling sensation, like a current of electricity, runs through
me. The ground seems to be shifting underneath my feet.