Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
oddball011:
omg I never expected Joe wouold be in on this
lol Jowil only has his mind on one thing right now lol
Elven_Song:
>.> Poor Jowil... He's going to get himself killed at this rate! xD
dangermouse:
I love the line "His brain was stuck in sex mode". Brilliant!
Great update, can't wait for more
Mandie:
His intuition started to scream at him as he closed the door behind him. Looking down the street, he saw nothing amiss, but something was wrong. “Run!” He shouted as he grabbed Mael’s hand and took off down the street. A loud whistle echoed through the air behind them, and the building they had just left imploded. Any doubts he might have had about Mael’s safety disappeared in that cloud of mortar.
Mael watched in horror as the building collapsed. All her courage deserted her, and all of a sudden she knew that she could not go home until this menace had been dealt with. “No,” she whimpered, afraid of what her future now held for her.
Jowil grabbed her arms, making her look into his eyes. “We have to go. Be brave, love, it will be all right. I promise to take care of you.”
His calming words had the effect he desired, and she wordlessly nodded, some hope glimmering in her eyes. Both individuals studiously ignored the name he had called her, but the souls rejoiced at the turn of luck. He grabbed her hand, and the two of them raced down the street.
As the raced through the underbelly of the city, Jowil started to reconsider his idea of dragging anyone else into this deadly mess. Obviously their pursuers were a lot more intelligent than he had given them credit for. He had a sinking suspicion who or what they were. If he was right, not only were he and Mael in deep trouble, but they would be bringing potential death to anyone they contacted.
Mael’s lungs were burning. When Jowil came to an abrupt stop in front of her, she nearly embraced him, she was that happy to stop. Placing one hand on a nearby house, she leaned over slightly and gasped for air as she watched Jowil pace back and forth in front of her. He seemed to be deep in thought, worrying his bottom lip with his pearly white teeth. Warmth furled deep in her belly as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. How she wished to taste his lips again. Wait a minute, what was she thinking? She shook her head as she turned her eyes from him again.
After thinking it over, Jowil decided that he was not willing to risk someone else’s life by involving them in their mad flight. Shelter would just have to be procured by some other means. There were other, better hidden safe houses. Perhaps one of them would work. As he was considering this, the sound of an oncoming motor startled him into realizing where they were. Gasoline engines were almost obsolete, and Jowil worried that the noise might be their pursuers coming up on them. In a flash of inspiration, he grabbed Mael and pushed her back lightly against the wall. As she looked up at him, anger shining in her eyes, he knew he had to keep her quiet. Without thinking twice, he leaned over and took her lips with his. While it might have started out as a method to keep her quiet, it developed into something so much more.
His tongue dipped between her parted lips. With a gasp, her mouth opened more, and he continued his leisurely exploration, tempting her to respond. Shyly, she did, tangling her tongue with his. Her eyes had fluttered shut, and all the sounds around her seemed to dim. All of her senses were concentrating on this man, this moment. His crisp masculine scent, the salty-sweet taste of his lips. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat, her stomach filled with butterflies. Between her legs, she could feel heat, moisture, and tingles zipping through her body. Her hands slipped over his arms up around his neck, tangling in his hair. His hands pulled her hips toward his own, allowing her to feel his own desire. Unconsciously, she rubbed her aching center against his erection, moaning with desire.
The sound dumped cold realization over Jowil, and he pulled away from her, breathing heavily. Ashamed that he had forgotten the danger that surrounded them, he said the only thing that came to his mind. “They’re gone.”
Her eyes, while still half-closed with desire, were filled with confusion. “Who is gone?” She breathed while subtly tightening her arms around his neck.
“Whoever just drove past us.” Jowil tried to act unaffected, ruthlessly ignoring the bulge in his pants. Kissing her had almost made him forget the danger that surrounded them, and to him, that was unacceptable. He made an oath to himself not to touch her again.
Cold realization replaced the sensual heat that had filled her body. She had responded to his kiss like she never had with anyone else. Sure, she had been kissed before, but it had never been like this. Now, she found that he had never meant it. All expression fled from her face as she calmly released her hold on him. She mentally hardened her heart against him, promising herself that if he touched her again, she would break his hand. Slowly brushing her hand down her clothes she blinked slowly. “Oh, well, that’s a relief then.” Her tone was flat, showing no signs of her seething anger.
Jagerjaques:
He's dead meat. Great update!
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