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The map was what I needed.
Collin possessed a map showing where the Croatan Indians had thought their gods lived. If it was accurate, and the gods and spirits really dwelled there, maybe I could perform some sort of preemptive strike. Collin might not want to give the map to me, but I needed it more than he did. In any case, the map had helped land me on Marino’s most wanted list. Might as well have Marino after me for a reason.
For the first time since the gate had been opened, I felt like I had some sort of plan. I hadn’t figured out how to defeat the spirits yet, but it was something. I closed my eyes and felt some of the tension slip away. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep that I decided to let myself rest for a moment.
When I awoke, something warm and comforting was pressed against my cheek. The overwhelming feeling that I was safe seeped through my skin, rolling through my entire body. I turned my head to the side, drawn to whatever was next to me, and then opened my eyes.
This had to be a dream.
Collin stood outside the open truck door, his face only a few feet from mine, awe and wonder in his eyes as they traveled across my face. His hand cradled my cheek, and I sensed the desperation and the need in his touch.
I felt the same way.
“Ellie.” His mouth lowered to mine as his hand slid behind my head, lifting me toward him.
It felt so right, like a missing piece of myself had been replaced…and yet it wasn’t enough.
His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth, coaxing my tongue to join it.
My arms wrapped around his neck. My heart exploded with urgency, and hot desire rushed through my body. I needed more.
His other hand grazed up my leg and under my skirt, skimming my ass. He turned me sideways so that my legs hung over the side of the seat. He moved between them, pressing me against his crotch. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his mouth and tongue drove me crazy with want. Lifting the bottom of my T-shirt, he pulled it up and over my head, his mouth breaking contact for only a second before claiming mine again. The lack of contact was agony to every nerve ending in my body that was crying out for more.
My body craved his with an unnatural, unstoppable need.
One of his hands tangled in my hair as the other lifted my skirt to my waist, exposing my panties.
I wanted him like I’d never wanted anything in my life.
His hand cupped my breast before his fingers dipped inside my bra to caress my nipple. I moaned as a jolt shot straight to my core. I reached for the button of his jeans, frantic for him to fill the missing part of me and make me whole.
He pushed me back on the seat, pulling my panties off and throwing them to the floor of the truck. I watched him strip off his shirt and his jeans, the sight of his strong shoulders and rippling abs rushing heat through my veins, making my skin feverish. His underwear was next, and then he was standing there in the open door of his truck, stark naked and ready to claim me on the side of the deserted road. Both of us were so frenzied we didn’t care.
This is wrong.
But the insane part of me pushed the thought aside. I needed this man. I was empty without him.
He leaned over me, moving between my legs, lifting my thigh to his waist as he paused.
I stared into his agonized face. Nothing had ever felt so right, had made me feel so complete as when we were joined, body and soul.
His right hand reached for mine, ready to press our marks together as he prepared to enter me…
Something in the back of my head screamed:stop!
My body resisted the warning, desperate to see this through.
No!
My conscience clawed to the surface, pushing past the raw physical and supernatural urgency, begging for my attention.
This was the man who betrayed me.
My body stiffened. What the hell was I doing?
Claire’s words echoed in my head.Don’t let him fuck you. That’s exactly what I was about to do.
Confusion flickered in his eyes as he saw the change in me, but he still lowered himself over me, our palms inches from touching. I jerked my hand away, surprised that it was so hard. Our hands were being physically pulled toward each other by a force that wasn’t from either of us, like a strong magnet clinging to its polar opposite.
