She dried herself off and placed the wet towel in the laundry bin. As she turned around to grab fresh clothes from the closet, the door to her bedroom swung open. Surprised by the sudden invasion, she let out a small gasp.
“I made pasta, if you’re–” Jack froze in the doorway, his lips parted and eyes went wide, then darkened.
For a split second, she swore her heart stopped, just before it began pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. A hard rush of adrenaline pumped through her veins. Never in her life had she so willingly exposed her body to a man, but there was no shame standing in front of him, only undeniable need.
He inched towards her, his gaze devouring her body. His eyes gleamed with a wicked, sensual hunger that had her aching for his touch.
Desire and fear flashed through her. She didn't move. Couldn't. She was trapped by an overwhelming need to be with him. To mate–become one.
He didn’t touch her, though she swore his energy reached out and began caressing her skin, making her body shiver in response. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything.
“Fight me, witch, or get the fuck away. Far, far, away. Run. Now.” His voice was a harsh, broken whisper. He clenched and unclenched his fists, and the small knot on his jaw twitched.
Every cell in her body screamed to make love, but another even stronger desire took precedence.
It was time to fight for what she wanted.
“I’ll fight.” She licked her lips and jutted her chin. “For you, I’ll fight.”
He inhaled sharply and took another step closer. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, the intoxicating energy that flowed around him. He gripped her hips, pulling her hard against him. The tips of her breasts tightened as they brushed against the rough material of his shirt. Adrenaline surged, racing through her.
“If we start this–”
“I know.” She placed her hands on his chest. The need for his touch overpowered all rational thought. “I’m ready.”
His hand slid slowly over the curve of her breast, and his gaze locked on her, sending flares of exquisite pleasure racing across her skin. His head dipped towards her, capturing her mouth with a kiss. This time nothing was held back.
Her hands were in his hair, pulling her to him, desperate for more. His tongue met hers. Licking. Stroking. Caressing. His kiss was pure energy. She shivered and arched towards him.
His body exuded his essence in a wild electric current that surrounded them both.
She was on fire. Ecstasy laced with lust took over every rational thought.
“Fight me,” he growled against her lips.
She whimpered when he pulled back. She conjured a tennis-sized ball of energy and thrust it into his midsection. He didn’t even flinch.
“That’s not going to do it, Zoe. Don’t toy with me. I’m hungry. I need you. All of you.”
He placed a palm blast just below her belly and she gasped in pain and pleasure. Damp heat spilled between her thighs.
She inhaled deeply and gathered the electrons around her, then threw a blast into his chest.
Wind and energy blew around them. A photo fell off the wall and crashed to the floor. The curtains blew and tangled as the wind picked up.
“Holy fuck.” Jack stepped back with a shocked expression and she laughed. He paused with a little grin. “Oh, you aresogoing to pay for that.”
He strode over, cupped her breast and his heat poured into her. The energy was like a magnet. Her core opened wide for him, calling to his thickness to end the madness. She throbbed so badly it was hard to stand.
“Do you want me, Zoe?” Jack smiled arrogantly, his eyes blazing and dark.
“Yes,” she whimpered. More than she had ever thought possible.
“Then stop holding back.” He kicked his power up to full and sent a searing bolt straight into her core.
She stumbled back. Heat infused her body, an inferno of sensation that completely overwhelmed her. She gasped for air.
“Fight me, Zoe.” His voice stroked over her senses. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
