False Gods: The Show Jumper's Challenge

You have a nickname I don’t know about?” Kevyn acted shocked. “What is it? C’mon, give it up.”

“It’s Cory. That’s my nickname.”

“Cory’s not your real name?”

“Nope, it’s Coraline. Horrible, huh? I guess everyone has something to hide.” Cory looked up at Kevyn under a fringe of dark lashes and he brushed a stray hair away from her face. “So what’s your big secret?”

“Maybe you need to work harder to uncover it.”

He pulled her close and placed his lips gently against hers. His mouth was so warm, so inviting as he sucked gently on her bottom lip. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pressing her into his hardened flesh. She ran her hands along his arms and slid them behind to the small of his back and pulled him closer so she could feel his hipbones against her. He drew back a moment to look at her, his face so close, then pulled her head toward his lips again. Cory felt she was drowning, melting, disappearing. Her atoms had spun off their orbits, reformed, and were now mixing totally with his body. A knife-like sweet pain rose up through her middle, followed by a sense of something opening up like a budding flower. A flow of thick, warm desire melted down along her insides. She heard Kevyn murmur “Coraline,” and for the first time in her life, she adored the sound of her name.