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almost succeeded.”
A growl rumbled from Steve. “You are the most passionate woman I know.”
“Me?” She hooked a knee up, turning in the seat to study him.
“I’m a were, Fay. Discipline can hide passion from human senses, but not from mine. I smell your emotions. I feel the intensity of your emotion. Compassion, anger, sensual indulgence.”
“I don’t indulge…in anything.”
A smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “Do you remember the beach in Sierra Leone, after the first demon banishment? We were all hot, sweaty and sticky with dirt. The sun was setting, great golden lines of light across the sea, as if we could walk on them. You kicked off your boots, unbraided your hair and walked into the ocean. When you walked out, your shirt and trousers were plastered to you. You were fully covered and the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. You laughed at the ridiculousness of what you’d done, and I wanted to tear your clothes off with my teeth and bury myself in you while you surrendered to me the way you’d given yourself to the sea. Your sensuality is disciplined, Fay, but it’s there. I want to let it out to play.”
He flexed his fingers, loosening his too tight grip on the steering wheel. “Four days ago I spent the flight back from the Congo fantasizing about joining the mile high club. It was pure torment sitting next to you, wanting you, believing you were indifferent. And then, in the cab…”
“You nuzzled my throat.”
He shot her a swift glance. “Did you like that?”
She swallowed, forced the word out. “Yes.”
“Be sure, sweetheart. I’m raw, tonight. It wouldn’t take much encouragement for me to take what I want.”
Her body pulsed with desire, and his were senses had to be telling him that. He knew she wanted him, but he needed the words. She pressed her hands down her thighs. “What do you want?”
“You.” Stark, definite.
She’d had three days in Australia, resting, thinking, discovering something of her own dreams. Perhaps envying what Yolanthe had found with Jim: peace as well as passion, the confidence to trust. There was no point in resigning from the Collegium if she lacked the courage to reach out. Steve wasn’t promising forever, but maybe she couldn’t handle forever. She had to take what she could. “I want you, Steve.”
The car swerved to the side and stopped. He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over Fay and smiled.
He was hunger and passion and total male beauty.
Excitement beat a tightening rhythm low in her stomach. She put a hand to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, waiting for his kiss.
He pushed aside her collar, bent and bit the soft curve of throat and shoulder. Teeth, tongue and hot breath combined to create a shivering inferno. He pulled back long enough to study the faint mark and his smile held a feral edge. “Mine.”
It wasn’t foreplay along the lines she’d expected, but she lived for challenges. Her mouth curved. She pulled at his shirt, exposing tanned smooth skin, and bit him as he’d marked her.
The flavor exploded against her tongue: salt, musk and addiction.
His heart thundered under her hand. He was hot, so hot, and so was she. The seatbelt cut maddeningly across her chest, restricting her instinctive move closer.
“Old fashioned bench seats,” he muttered. “That’s what we need.”
He captured her mouth, kissing her as she’d dreamed. All hard demand and assured seduction. But his hand, gentle against her face, had the faintest tremble. He pressed his cheek against hers and she felt the scratch of stubble.
“The front seat of a borrowed car. I had plans, Fay.” It was a half-desperate, half-humorous plaint.
“Tell me.” She smiled, breathing in the scent of him. “Show me.”
“I intend to.” He nipped her ear before sitting back in the driver’s seat. “But I don’t want us interrupted by a golem or whoever powered it. I want your full attention.”
“Egoist.”
“Ah, but
A growl rumbled from Steve. “You are the most passionate woman I know.”
“Me?” She hooked a knee up, turning in the seat to study him.
“I’m a were, Fay. Discipline can hide passion from human senses, but not from mine. I smell your emotions. I feel the intensity of your emotion. Compassion, anger, sensual indulgence.”
“I don’t indulge…in anything.”
A smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “Do you remember the beach in Sierra Leone, after the first demon banishment? We were all hot, sweaty and sticky with dirt. The sun was setting, great golden lines of light across the sea, as if we could walk on them. You kicked off your boots, unbraided your hair and walked into the ocean. When you walked out, your shirt and trousers were plastered to you. You were fully covered and the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. You laughed at the ridiculousness of what you’d done, and I wanted to tear your clothes off with my teeth and bury myself in you while you surrendered to me the way you’d given yourself to the sea. Your sensuality is disciplined, Fay, but it’s there. I want to let it out to play.”
He flexed his fingers, loosening his too tight grip on the steering wheel. “Four days ago I spent the flight back from the Congo fantasizing about joining the mile high club. It was pure torment sitting next to you, wanting you, believing you were indifferent. And then, in the cab…”
“You nuzzled my throat.”
He shot her a swift glance. “Did you like that?”
She swallowed, forced the word out. “Yes.”
“Be sure, sweetheart. I’m raw, tonight. It wouldn’t take much encouragement for me to take what I want.”
Her body pulsed with desire, and his were senses had to be telling him that. He knew she wanted him, but he needed the words. She pressed her hands down her thighs. “What do you want?”
“You.” Stark, definite.
She’d had three days in Australia, resting, thinking, discovering something of her own dreams. Perhaps envying what Yolanthe had found with Jim: peace as well as passion, the confidence to trust. There was no point in resigning from the Collegium if she lacked the courage to reach out. Steve wasn’t promising forever, but maybe she couldn’t handle forever. She had to take what she could. “I want you, Steve.”
The car swerved to the side and stopped. He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over Fay and smiled.
He was hunger and passion and total male beauty.
Excitement beat a tightening rhythm low in her stomach. She put a hand to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, waiting for his kiss.
He pushed aside her collar, bent and bit the soft curve of throat and shoulder. Teeth, tongue and hot breath combined to create a shivering inferno. He pulled back long enough to study the faint mark and his smile held a feral edge. “Mine.”
It wasn’t foreplay along the lines she’d expected, but she lived for challenges. Her mouth curved. She pulled at his shirt, exposing tanned smooth skin, and bit him as he’d marked her.
The flavor exploded against her tongue: salt, musk and addiction.
His heart thundered under her hand. He was hot, so hot, and so was she. The seatbelt cut maddeningly across her chest, restricting her instinctive move closer.
“Old fashioned bench seats,” he muttered. “That’s what we need.”
He captured her mouth, kissing her as she’d dreamed. All hard demand and assured seduction. But his hand, gentle against her face, had the faintest tremble. He pressed his cheek against hers and she felt the scratch of stubble.
“The front seat of a borrowed car. I had plans, Fay.” It was a half-desperate, half-humorous plaint.
“Tell me.” She smiled, breathing in the scent of him. “Show me.”
“I intend to.” He nipped her ear before sitting back in the driver’s seat. “But I don’t want us interrupted by a golem or whoever powered it. I want your full attention.”
“Egoist.”
“Ah, but
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