“Wow! What was that?” she asks a little scared of the answer. “That was your first infusion of power. Tonight, Noel and I will tell you and Michael the rest of the story. Any questions?”
“Yes,” she asks softly after they climb into the sleigh. “Can I drive?” she asks hopefully.
They laugh together as he hands her the reigns, “Women always love the sleigh!”
Chapter 8
Nick drops Serenity and promises to be back in time for dinner. Standing looking at the log cabin she finds she isn’t ready to see Michael yet. How can she look at any of this as real? Is she going crazy? Is she sick? Did they drug her? When she’s with Michael, it feels real and God help her, she wants it to be. There is a connection between them that is intense, and she wants time to explore it. The experiences she has had since she went to Noel’s shop, can’t be explained away.
She bends down and rolls up a snow ball then begins rolling it through the snow, like she did as a little girl. Bigger and bigger it grows until it reaches her hip. Serenity breathes hard, and looks at it with a critical eye, “Bottom, next.” She repeats the process for the middle, making it a little smaller than the last.
Michael stands behind her and watches with a smile. When she goes to lift it, he asks softly, “Want some help?” Serenity doesn’t jump, she was expecting him. Unable to look at him yet, she nods and moves away to begin the head. She rolls a perfect head and finally speaks to him in a soft voice.
“I grew up in North Carolina, near the beach. Bailey and I used to pray for snow. Beach snow men are not the same, are they?” She says standing back to look at their work.
“Serenity? Are you okay?”
“No, but I will be. I need to see my sister. Can you take me home, Michael?” she asks finally allowing her eyes to meet his. Her emotions are high and for a moment her eyes flash purple with the image of a snowflake swirling inside them.
“Yes, I can. You are safe with me, Serenity,” he says. “But first, our snowman needs something. Got it!” With a snap of his finger, the snowman shifts into a snow queen. With a wave of his hand, Serenity is carved in ice, with a tiara glittering on top. The sculpture wears a gown carved to match the one his mother gave to her. Held snugly in her arms is a small child protected by her loving embrace.
Serenity walks towards it in awe. Afraid to touch the image he has created, she whispers, “Is this how you see me, Michael?”
“I see you, Serenity. All of you. Your smile and your kind heart. I would like a chance to get to know you better. Will you give me that chance?” he asks.
When the first tear drops he moves close to catch it. He cups her face in his hand and lifts her mouth to his. “Just a chance, Serenity,” he whispers before his mouth claims hers.
Michael’s mouth slowly moves towards hers and her body goes up in flames. Her hands move up his strong chest and sink into his hair, pulling him to her. He smiles as he kisses the corner of her mouth softly, nibbling her bottom lip before brushing feather light kisses over her mouth. Her growl of frustration causes him to pull her closer. Serenity sucks his lower lip in to the hot cavern of her mouth groaning softly. His teeth tug on her lip biting gently, his tongue strokes along her lips coaxing her to open for him. The moment his hot velvet tongue pushes inside, dancing waves of energy pass between them. She breaks away for a moment to look at him with shock.
“More!” he demands. Possessive now, he kisses her as though starving for her taste. Serenity presses her body into his and holds on tightly, following his lead. His hands are everywhere claiming her. Hot, his mouth is so hot, it’s a wonder there is any snow left around them. Michael knows he needs to slow things down, but he can’t seem to stop. Serenity hears warning bells in her mind and forces herself to tear her mouth from his. No other man had ever aroused her like Michael.
She pulls her hand away from his and attempts to slow her own heart down. “Michael, you should not kiss me again!” she says trying to slow her heart down.
“You taste like heaven, Serenity,” he whispers still reeling from the intensity of her touch.
“I should go home now.” Staring down at her swollen mouth and eyes full of desire, he smiles.
“Probably a good idea.” He steps toward her, tugging her close.
“Michael?”
His smile tells her she is safe. “As a son of the Saint, I have certain privileges. I can move through space at will. I need only see the image and I can take you home.”
“How will you see the image, Michael? I have no picture with me?” He pulls her close and whispers softly.
“Give me your thoughts, Serenity. Open your mind and show me your home. I can see the images you wish, but you control what I take. Trust me.” His skilled mouth is so close and his body heat envelopes her. The thoughts running through her mind right now are not thoughts of home!
“That could be a problem, Michael.” she says smiling into his eyes. Michael seeks her mind and finds images of them ripping each other’s clothes off. He groans, “Serenity!” Her giggle catches him off guard.
“Sorry Michael, but I am only human you know! Okay I can do this, picture my home. Not you and me rolling around in the
