“No. Because that’s another skill we should try to develop.”
“I guess that’s right.” She waited a moment before saying, “I get the feeling we’re not going back to the swamp.”
He found a small motel, where they checked in. When they’d brought their luggage inside and locked the door, she looked at him.
You want to try and figure out where to find that clinic.
Yes.
As he spoke inside his head, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms.
She let herself sink against him, simply absorbing the fact of being together. Every moment with him was precious because she knew how quickly it could all be snatched away from them.
We’re going to win.
She didn’t answer. Everything would either work out for them . . . or it wouldn’t.
Since when did you get so fatalistic?
Since people started coming at me with guns and thunderbolts.
We’ll beat them all.
She liked his confidence and knew she was in the hands of the man who had pulled himself up from nothing to become a prominent New Orleans businessman. He’d done it when the odds were against him, which made him a good man to have on her side. Still, she couldn’t let herself bet on them without more evidence.
Then we’d better get to work.
He gathered her to him, lowering his mouth to hers for a kiss that instantly started the blood running hotly in her veins. He’d kissed her like that out in the swamp. Now they were in a nice private motel room, where they could do anything they wanted.
Don’t get too comfortable, he warned, opening himself fully to her.
She made a strangled sound when she realized that he wanted to try juicing up their abilities, using the power of intimacy.
You devil!
Then you agree to my terms?
Reluctantly.
Since she didn’t have a good answer, she let him continue down the path he’d started on.
When he reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra, she leaned away from him so that he could pull the garment up and cup her breasts, gliding his thumbs over the crests which instantly hardened at his touch.
He unbuttoned her shirt, then slipped it off along with her bra and tossed it onto the chair.
When she was naked to the waist, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off before pulling her back into his arms, swaying her upper body against his, making her cry out at the erotic sensations.
Just as she thought she’d fall over, he lowered her to the bed.
Safer that way, he murmured in her mind while his hands stroked over her back while he nibbled at her ear with his teeth.
She closed her eyes and stroked his broad shoulders, trying to get as close to him as she could. Not just physically but mentally as well.
She was on fire for him, but they’d made a silent agreement not to satisfy their craving for each other. Instead they would let sexual need energize them without allowing themselves completion. Which was why they were still half dressed as they rocked together on the bed.
Take us back to the clinic, he finally said, his silent voice urgent inside her head. It was an audacious plan, but perhaps they could pull it off.
Arousal brought their minds together in a way that would have been impossible a few days ago.
