He wondered how many men had shared her body. It bothered him to think of her with anyone else. Neanderthal as it was. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was tight as hell.
“How long has it been?”
“Hmm?” Zoe ran her fingers along his abs, and zapped him lightly with energy. He wasn’t even sure she knew she was doing it.
“How long since you last had sex? You were so tight, so mine.” Jack turned onto his side and blew a cool blast of air on her sweat-damp skin. Goosebumps formed. Her eyes widened and dilated for him. She licked her lips and waited for his kiss. He touched his lips gently to hers. “How long?”
“What does it matter?” She arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“It matters to me.” Jack nipped at the sensitive skin along her neck. She would answer his question now or in just a few minutes screaming out his name. His hand covered her taunt nipples and he rolled them between his fingers, then squeezed. She responded with a moan.
“It’s been years.” She rolled on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, hands on either side of his head. “You’re not the only one who gave up. I never got anything from it. I thought maybe I was broken. The big ‘O’ never happened during sex. Seriously. I had to resort to something with a battery.”
He stared into her face, thinking she was pulling his leg, but her expression was guileless. He moaned her name and pulled her down to him.
They made love again, but this time he played with her with gentle magic and touches. He needed her to know, to understand, all the sides of mating. Every place he explored and shared his power, she responded fully to him. It would take him years to find which places she liked best.
She was an eager learner and damn fine at turning the tables on him. It wasn’t long before they were lying, panting, completely sated.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen. There were a few bruises starting to show on her arms where he'd grabbed her too tightly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Did I hurt you?” She smiled, raised his arm, and pointed out a few scratches on his side.
Jack kissed her nose and chuckled. “Not at all.”
It was almost impossible to keep his hands from moving all over that smooth, soft, and sexy skin. Her stomach grumbled, and he frowned.
“C’mon.” He sat up. “We haven’t eaten or slept well for days. Let’s go down and I’ll make us some pasta. Then we’ll come back up.” He kissed her nose and winked. “I promise.”
He moved off the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor.
“You’ll be able to beat them now, right?” She twisted on the bed and eyed him from head to toe.
“They won’t have a chance.” Jack opened his palm, visualized Zoe’s vortex, and it appeared. A small fire burned within the green and violet wind. Damn. It felt so much like her, he might have to have her again before going downstairs. She opened her palm and it moved to her like a magnet. He’d never seen anything like that, either.
“Whoa, you got that from me? Cool. I can’t wait to see what I got.” She jumped up and down on the bed on her hands and knees, looking as excited as a kid on Christmas. She raised her hand.
“No.” Jack pushed her hand down to her side. “Not in the house, and not without the city fire department parked out front. You’re air, I’m fire. Together, the two are pretty potent.”
“Fine.”
“I mean it Zoe. You could blow up the entire house if you don’t know how to control it.” Jack tried to frown at her astonished face but couldn’t. Not with that beautiful naked body, and her on her hands and knees. His mind went where any normal male mind would go.
“You go down first, I need a shower. I’ll be right down.” She made a cute little pout and slid her feet off the bed.
His eyes followed her perfect little ass into the shower. She was tan, lean, with runner’s calves. No wonder they could lock so tightly around him. What harm would it do if he followed her in there? He sighed. As leader of the clan, he had a duty to inform the family that he had successfully mated. Not just mated, but brought a new line of power into their clan. That hadn’t happened in centuries.
When he jogged down the stairs, he found his sister Kathy in the front hall, juggling the baby on one hip and a diaper bag on the other.
He frowned. “What are you doing here?”
“Dad called a meeting.” She shoved the bag at him. “The rest of the family are on their way.”
“Shit.” So much for time alone with Zoe. He followed Kathy into the kitchen, and put the bag on a stool. “A phone call would have been nice.”
“Josh has been calling for the last hour.”
