Air: Elementalist Book 1 by Rebecca Wolf (christmas read aloud .TXT) 📗

“Listen, while we’re on the topic-”

“So just to conclude this horrifically personal-” we started talking at the same time.

“You go first,” I said in embarrassment. “I think I’ve dominated the conversation long enough with my sad tale of woe.”

“No, you go first,” he said chivalrously “It's better if  you  conclude the story now so that you feel you have closure.”

“Wow, were you a psychologist in a past life?” I joked,

"what man uses words like closure when speaking of emotions?”

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share of therapy sessions. I guess I’ve picked up the linguistics,” he said laughingly “please finish what you started saying.”

“Well, I guess if it isn’t obvious, I loathe elementalists. I know it’s ridiculous because technically I AM one, but after what they did to my mother, both her own family and my father, I am quite certain I want to have nothing to do with them.”

“Oh” he said, his voice sounding a little strange. “What about your mother’s family though? Aren’t they involved in your life at all? I mean, how else did you learn to use your element?” When I looked up at him, I thought I saw a flicker of unease pass across his face.

I mentally hit myself over the head, ‘duh’ I thought  ‘he is probably worried about my family finding out about us. Elementalist’s didn’t take kindly to their own marrying out, and most norms didn’t want to draw the attention of the elemental elite. Generally, when they were noticed it didn’t go well for them. “Don’t worry about the elementalists,” I said reassuringly,  “trust me when I say they don’t even have an inkling about me, k? And I didn’t need their help to learn about my element. My mother knew enough to guide me through the basics.”

He nodded slowly in response “What about your dad, does he know about you?”

“That sperm donor?” I scoffed, “not a chance. Anyone who knows is either dead or sworn to secrecy.” I sighed, “ok, your turn, what did you want to say?”

He hesitated for a second. “I’m taking you out to lunch tomorrow," he said taking my hand, threading our fingers together and giving it a kiss.

“How about twelve pm? you can dress to dance.”

“Who says I like to dance?” I challenged.

“Babe, I can tell from your kisses you want to dance,” he said with a wink. I shook my head, smiling. His ego was going to be his downfall.

“Ok, twelve pm tomorrow,” I reiterated.

“Yes. I’ll pick you up” he said, standing from where he sat at the kitchen table. “I have to get going, I’ve got a hot date tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep,” He winked at me and smiled before leaning down and giving me a gentle kiss. “Thanks for telling me everything,” he said, and I could tell by the look on his face that he meant it. I walked him to the door and gave him one last kiss before he left. I squealed to myself. Someone was taking ME dancing.

Chapter 10

He picked me up from my place at twelve on the dot. He drove a motorcycle, which I stared at for a second, before turning around and heading back to the house. He jumped off his bike after me, a confused look of alarm on his face. “Wait… where are you going?” I gave him a look that said, “seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. We haven’t even gone anywhere, and you’re already leaving. I haven’t even gotten to do anything inappropriate yet!”

“Aiden, I’m wearing DANCING clothes. a short dress that flares up when I twirl and your motorcycle? That is a recipe for showing the world wayyy more of my body than they deserve to see.”

he still had a confused look on his face

“I’m not ditching you,” I reiterated, I’m just going to put leggings on.”

“put on LEGGINGS?” He said in horror, “hiding legs like yours should be a criminal offense! I could feel him moving up behind me as I neared the door. He reached me as I gripped the door handle, pushing me up against the door so that my chest and pelvis were flush against the hard, cool wood paneling. He kept me there with his thigh and hip pushed up against mine. Reaching around me he grabbed my arms and held them firmly  behind my back with one of his hands.

“Shall I make an arrest?” He asked, teasingly, his stubble tickling my ear. His voice had an edge to it that I hadn’t heard before.

“Or we can take my car...” I said partly appalled at his reaction, partly alarmingly aroused.

“I think I need to do a strip search,” he said, his voice sounding low and husky. He slid his thigh between my legs, nudging them apart. Heat zinged through my body as he slid his free hand up under my dress along my inner thigh.

“Or we can just not go at all,” I countered, feeling in way over my head and determined to bring things back under control. “Good idea,” he muttered, “at last she sees reason.” He moved to turn my door handle and found it locked. “Aren’t you going to let me inside?” He whispered, kissing me right behind my ear.

“Nope.” I said breathlessly.

“Are you sure?” he asked, promise filling his tone. He lifted my leg up to the side, and pushed up with his thigh against my center.

“Yes!” I cried…" I mean... I’m sure,” I said, trying to steel my resolve.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing if he pushed I would probably relent and let him in. He let out a breath. “Ok fine, we’ll take your car.” He let go of my hands and backed up reluctantly.

I turned around and faced him, my back against the door. “You drive since you know where we’re going. Also, that way your hands will be where I can see them,” I stated, giving him