“How did you find me tonight?” The glow from the fire flickered over her slightly upturned nose and the small mole above her lip that moved as she spoke.
“Because I’ve had so much of your blood, I can not only hear you, but I learned if I really concentrate, I can see your surroundings with my mind’s eye. I am highly aware of your energy trail—the energy of your life force. When it’s disrupted or disturbed, it ripples inside me and that’s how I knew something was wrong. I tuned into you immediately when I felt your worry. I recognized the part of town you were in and raced to find you. I can’t believe how close?—”
“Shhhh. My energy trail? My life force?” She snuggled in closer. “It sounds so science-fictionish. But I like it. I want our life forces to get together again. The feeling is out of this world.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Her humor and comfort with him lifted the heaviness anchoring him down.
“If I had more of your blood, would I be able to hear and feel you better?”
“I’d imagine you would.”
“I’d like that.”
Was she crazy? She turned her face up to his. Her eyes burned with an intensity hotter than the embers at the base of their driftwood fire. Being with her felt so natural, so easy.
But he had a plan for his life and love had never been a part of it before. As he leaned in to kiss her, the flickering light glinted on her earrings, and he pulled away.
She frowned. “What?”
“Your earrings. They’re silver.”
With a few flicks of her fingers, they were gone. “Better?”
“For me, but maybe not for you. You probably should have kept them on.”
“Stop worrying. Does your head vibrate a little when you hear my thoughts?” she whispered as his lips hungrily sought out hers.
“Yes, and when you’re nearby.” Her kiss was warm and spicy, tasting faintly of oregano.
“Mmm. Me, too. And do you hear two heartbeats until we’re closer?” she asked.
He slipped the robe off one shoulder. When he ran his fingertips under her breast and caressed a thumb over her stiffened nipple, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips “They mesh into one sound when our air mingles. And your heart becomes mine when I’m inside you.” She sighed heavily, and he breathed her air into his lungs.
Without a word, she slid a hand to his face and stroked her thumb over his temple. The vibration in his head as their energies mingled swept him into another dimension. Over the sound of the waves lapping and retreating on the rocky beach, nothing existed any longer except the two of them.
I want you like I’ve never wanted anything else before.
Her words. Blood pounded between his legs when he heard them in his mind. He took her mouth with a fervor that surprised him.
Pushing her down on the blanket-covered sand, he peeled off his jeans and his erection sprang free.
She held her arms out to him and opened her legs.
My proud, beautiful savior.
He groaned when he heard her words and covered her body with his.
Mackenzie let Dom spread her knees apart with his thick thighs as he settled over her. His erection probed her hip and inner leg searching out her entrance. She arched herself to help him. Waiting for his thrust, she was surprised when he pushed up on his forearms and looked into her face. His hair hung over his forehead and his eyes were dark in the flickering glow from the fire.
“What?” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Not now. I need you, Dom.” With secrets gone and questions answered, she wanted to feel the truth of him.
“I love how my name sounds on your lips,” he said as he kissed her. His erection stood poised, ready to enter her. Did his teeth just graze her neck? She wanted him so badly that a little part of her died each moment he wasn’t inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing the broad tip inside. But still he didn’t rock forward. She impatiently slid her hands to his buttocks, digging her nails in deep, but he didn’t go in.
“Please. I’m dying here.”
His laughter vibrated against her chest. “Are you always so impatient? Maybe I want to just lie here and look at you for a moment. To sear your face into my memory and compare it to how it looks after I make you come.” His large palm slid down to massage her hip, as if he were getting ready to take hold, and her breath stopped halfway in her throat.
“Stop testing your willpower. It’s much stronger than mine.” She needed him. She needed this. She was suffocating without him.
