Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

Lorecan, I don’t know, he’s too calm. You always have to watch out for the quiet ones.”
    He lifted a brow. “The loud ones are dangerous too, always masking something.”
    “And you’re neither.”
    “You do get me,” Kenson said with a sly grin.
    “No I don’t. I don’t know what I am to you.”
    Something changed in the energy around them , it became heavier. The playfulness evaporated in an instant.
    After an awkward moment she spoke again. “And your silence…it speaks volumes.” She moved past him. “I didn’t mean to spoil our escape.”
    When she felt him reach for her arm she sucked in a deep breath, sensing that surge of energy swarm through her body awaken an unclaimed sensuality.
    “I don’t want to terrify you.” His voice was quiet, deep, so smooth.
    “I’m not terrified of a broken heart . I’ve been expecting it.”
    His grip tightened on her arm. “That’s not what I meant.” He urged her to face him . She did, but she stepped back, stayed hidden in the water. Kenson let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re innocent…you’re perfect. Someone like me, telling you that you’re everything—that would terrify you.”
    “Everything?” she repeated with wide eyes, eyes that the moon was basking within.
    “Everything. I’ve loved you from the first glance. I felt you before I arrived. I inhale your presence each day. I plot. I plan. I want nothing more than to make you mine and I will, one day. But I know that the gift of you, it doesn’t come without patience. It’s a gift that will test me.”
    “You love me.”
    Kenson clenched his jaw, unable to read her expression. He cursed himself for speaking his mind. It was inevitable, though. Each night before a coming battle he tended to do such things, yet usually that was him telling his men how much of an honor it was to know them. He’d never once told a woman anything even remotely close to this. “I do.” His stare moved over her angelic face. “You can run if you want. I get it.”
    She didn’t run, she lunged across the water at him, molded her lips to his, just before parting them with sheer passion. The moment she felt his tongue move against hers she moaned.
    Kenson wanted to stop, wanted to point out that she was very nude, that her body was wrapped around his like a vice and testing any and all restraints a man could be asked to have but he didn’t, couldn’t. No, she was life, and she was clinging to him.
    Beneath the water he let his hands slowly move across her, felt himself smiling against her lips with the sound of her responsive moans. His touches were innocent thus far, but hearing those sharp breaths would lead you to believe they were anything but.
    His lips broke away from hers, biting her bottom lip as they did so . Utterly slowly, his lips moved down her neck. That alone was wreaking havoc on Reveca’s emotions, her body, but when she felt his hand slide down her back, squeeze the flesh of her ass before moving lower, she quivered with a deep want that she had never felt before. The second she felt him slide his fingers within the heat of her, her entire body tensed. His lips halted on her neck.
    “You feel that? ” she gasped.
    She could have sworn she felt his lips smile against her neck.
    She rocked her hips forward. “Not this.” Her hands reached for his face, then moved down his shoulders. “That hum.”
    He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “That’s us, love. That’s us coming home.”
    A gasping smile came to her just before her lips crashed into his. Her body rocked with his hand, and she fought not to let his lips leave hers, but when his lips moved down her neck, past her shoulders, when they claimed her chest she decided he must be a God, had to be. He was everywhere all at once, stimulating, pushing, awakening every inch of her mind, body, and soul.
    She felt that hum began to build, growing and growing . It was like a flame, one that was meant to