“I knew you wanted me! Stop messing with me.” He needed to get the pressure off his dick. He unfastened his jeans, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and opened his arms wide. “Go ahead. Throw everything you have at me.”
“Dammit. What part ofnoare you not getting?” Her mouth curled down and she scooted into a corner of the daybed, as far away from him as possible.
Was that fear he saw in her eyes?
Something was off. He’d heard all the stories of mating from his brothers, friends, and even his father. Every woman was different, but at some point, they turned as lusty as the male. But fear was never a part of it. What was going on? He’d give her anything she asked to feel that vortex rock his balls again.
He crossed the room and tried a different tact. “Give me your hand.”
She slid further into the corner, but after a moment, she held out a tentative hand.
The hair on his arms stood on end as he gathered all the spare electrons in the room to him. He laced the energy with his fierce lust, his dreams, his everything. He put his whole heart out on the line as far as it would go. This moment was the most important one of his entire life and he wasn’t going to blow it. He gave her it all.
Her eyes went round, her legs fell open, and her head fell back. She panted and gasped for breath. He forced another surge of erotic energy into her body and a keening wail tore from her throat.
He smiled at the lust that infused her eyes. “You want more?”
She nodded hesitantly, biting her lip.
Thank fucking God. He pulled her down on the bed, under him. Through her thin shorts, he could feel her wet heat against his bare waist. The air sizzled around them. Desire, a living, breathing entity that pushed him close to the edge.
She was trembling, shaking against him. Her mouth opened in invitation. It was all he needed. He covered her lips with his, and the whole world exploded. His fingers clenched in her hair, and he tasted her. Sweet, perfection.
His brain was dazed with the overload of sensations. It was so fucking good, but not enough.
Barely able to pull away, he rasped, “What are you waiting for, angel? Fill me with your energy. Fight me.”
Her brows creased. “Fight you? I thought you said you wanted me.”
“I do." He gritted his teeth and pushed himself off the bed.What game was she playing?"But not like this.”
“I don’t understand." Her lips trembled.
Why wouldn't she fight him?
She tucked her hair behind her ears. Her eyes wide, innocent, and yet filled with cock-swelling lust.
He moved quickly, boxing her against the wall, his palms firmly planted beside her head.
“Stop playing around and fight me.” He counted the awful seconds that felt like eternity.
“What the hell?" Anger glittered in her eyes and flushed her face. "You said kiss you or fight you off. I kissed you.”
“You’re serious, aren't you? You really don’t know?” He gave a hard shake of his head and stared back at her incredulously. The tips of Jack’s ears throbbed and his gut wrenched. He’d tried cocaine once as a teenager. His heart had raced, his hands had shook, and he’d wondered how the hell to get more… and then more. This was so much worse.
He took a fist and hit the drywall beside the bed, creating a gaping hole. The pain in his hand eased the one clutching at his gut.
Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, tears swelling in her eyes.
Great. Can I fuck this up any worse?
“Dammit all to hell." He wiped his hands over his face and fought for control. "You’re not a healer. That vortex is a warrior trait. It’s for fighting enemies, not curing headaches."
“What?” Her voice squeaked up an octave.
“Know how long I’ve been looking for you? Ten years. Ten fucking long years and I finally find you and you’re clueless. I could’ve killed you. You could’ve killed me. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid and try to start this up again.”
Jack tore out the front door and let his cursing bring up a fierce storm. He stayed on the beach until the frigid pelts of water doused his raging lust.
