Adult Excerpt (the following is intended for a mature audience):
He
shoved his hair back. “You still don’t trust me.”
She
did, more than any man in her life, except for Mike. However, when people got
rattled or drank, they sometimes blurted stuff they shouldn’t. Not their fault,
but it didn’t make things better. “If by chance you ever say anything about my
power, I’ll deny it. I’ll make you sound like a loon. That’s a promise.”
“You
think I’m that much of a prick?”
She’d
never met a finer man. With him, she felt comfortable and safe. He’d protected
her after the tree incident and tried to stop her from behaving like a maniac.
Today, they’d become friends without even trying. She should have been scared
at the notion and for breaking one of her work rules. Instead, relief washed
over her. She wasn’t alone in this. “You’re the man. How many times do I have
to keep telling you?”
He
chuckled. “God, you’re something.” He searched her face. “Are you all right?”
Her
insides still trembled. She suspected from doubt and unease about Pope, and at
having Lucian here, close and alone with her. “I won’t lie, I’ve been calmer.
Maybe a beer will help. Can I get you one?”
“Yeah.
Thanks.”
She
delivered the brew, along with damp dish towels to clean their faces and hands.
Once they were finished, she dropped the things onto the cocktail table and
gestured him to her cloth sofa, large enough to seat four or serve as a
makeshift bed for an overnight guest. They sat on adjoining cushions. She
didn’t mind having him near. His proximity, scent, and heat unsettled her in a
good way. She gulped her beer, hoping it would help her forget the bad stuff.
Lucian
sipped his drink and regarded her.
Her
throat and face stung with heat. “You’re staring again.”
“Do
you mind?”
“Maybe.”
“Then
stop making it so easy.”
She
lowered her face and smiled. “There’s dust on your shirt and pants.”
He
looked and shrugged. “I don’t care, if you don’t.”
His
deep voice soothed. His big body promised excitement, comfort, refuge from a
crappy world. Stuff she shouldn’t want, at least from him. Work relationships
always got complicated no matter how she controlled her feelings. Throwing
attraction into the mix made things worse. She gulped more beer.
“You’re
sure you’re all right?”
Bubbles
tickled her nose. She rubbed it and wanted to lie, tell him to go home, she was
okay and didn’t need him here. The words wouldn’t come. She looked at him.
He
lifted his shoulders. “What?”
Never
had she wanted a man as she did him. “Screw this.” She put her bottle on the
cocktail table and crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs. “Don’t talk,
please.” She cupped his face. “Unless you don’t want me.”
His
eyes rounded. “Are you joking? Hell yeah, I do.”
“Shhh.”
She didn’t want words. She needed intimacy and fitted her mouth to his.
He
smiled. So did she, their lips lifting together, seeking each other.
The
room spun. A ride like no other. His stubble rasped her cheeks and chin. His
lips couldn’t have been softer or warmer. Better than what she’d experienced in
her dream.
He
pulled her close and speared his tongue into her mouth.
She
lost her breath. This was past epic and straight into legendary. Even her
fantasies weren’t this good.
They
kissed with abandon and stark need, each pressing nearer, trying to eliminate
any separation between them. His strength thrilled, showing her his power, yet
it also felt like a caress.
He
growled and tore his mouth free.
“No.”
She cupped his head to pull him back to her. “I’m not through.”
“Neither
am I.” Holding on to her, he leaned forward, put his bottle on the table then
twisted around and pushed her to the sofa. The cushion whooshed from her
weight. “Not a word, understand?”
Several
locks had fallen over his forehead. His eyes were bright with lust. Face
flushed. Fucking gorgeous. “Yes,
sir.”
He
laughed and captured her mouth with desire, using it with skill. His kiss was
savage and unrestrained, tongue burrowed deep, giving her no chance for words.
Wild sounds poured from them, more animal than human. It fueled her lust.
She
clawed at his shirt and pants, wanting them off.
He
pushed up her blouse and tugged down her bra then claimed her breasts. His
hands were heavy, hot, and in command. The best thing she’d ever felt.
Reason
and good sense fled, replaced by carnal instinct feral in its intensity,
nothing timid or gentle about the act.
They
rocked and rolled, dry humping, deep kissing. The sofa jerked on the hardwood
floor.
He
broke free again.
Fuck.
He had to stop doing that. She grabbed his hair. “Come back here.”
He
hauled her up then pushed to his feet.
She
wrapped her legs around his lean hips, her arms about his shoulders.
“Where’s
your bedroom?” He looked right, left.
“Behind
you.”
He
pivoted, carried her across the room, and halted. “Shit. Where’s Rápido?”
“By
the chair. Give me a sec.” Using her power, she transported him to his tank.
There he could take a soak or bask beneath his warming lamp. Turtle heaven.
“What are you waiting for?” She squeezed Lucian’s shoulders. “Get going. I’m
about to die.”
“And
I’m not?” Huffing, he raced into her bedroom and brought her down to the
mattress with him. Springs popped. The frame creaked.
Their
mouths were welded together, their kiss long and lingering, deep and wet. The
best kind.
He
jerked free. “Wait.”
“No.”
She kept kissing him.
He
pulled away. “We have weapons.” He left the bed and put his Glock on the
bureau.
She
was right behind him and placed hers next to his.
Grinning,
they tore at each other’s clothes. Shoes, pants, tops, and underwear flew.
This
time, she pulled him onto the mattress.
Naked,
he crawled over her, his rigid cock brushing her thigh. He clasped her wrists.
“Don’t even think about moving.”
She
liked his alpha side. “Want me to play dead, huh?”
“No
way in hell will you ever do that with me.” He slid down her, gripped her
knees, and pushed them to her shoulders, exposing her cunt.
Her
breath spilled out.
He
buried his face in her pussy, his tongue on her clit, flicking it.
Indescribable
pleasure shot through her, tingling her inner thighs and mound. Colors dimmed.
Sounds faded. The world slipped away, leaving nothing except his hands and
mouth on her.
Erica
yielded, craving this and him.
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