“Stop.” His grip on her hair tightened with a firm tug that shot sparks right to her breasts. Well, that was interesting. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. I’m not gonna ask again. Who sent you to find me?”
She blinked. “Take off your glasses.”
He paused. “You want to play? We’ll play.” He slowly whipped off the glasses, revealing gray metallic eyes that shouldn’t exist in the real world. It had to be some type of genetic mutation. “Talk.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged. “Your eyes. They reallyaremetallic.” How was it possible? She’d seen him just like this.
“You’ve seen a picture of me?” His eyes went cold. Flat. Frozen metal.
She swallowed and tried to move away, but he held her firmly in place. Heat blew through her.
His pupils narrowed, and he leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching hers. He forced her legs apart and moved in. Watching her. Studying her. Awareness lightened his unreal eyes. “Maybe I won’t have to get violent.” He nuzzled her mouth and nipped her jaw, twisting her head to place a gentle kiss behind her ear.
Fire lashed from that small touch, zinging to her breasts and then farther down between her legs. She shuddered, and she could feel his firm lips form a smile against her skin.
“There we go.” The rumble of his voice rolled throughout her entire body.
She’d opened her mouth to speak, to say something, maybe even the truth, when his mouth took hers. Shock thrilled through her as she realized what was happening, and her eyelids closed on their own. If she could have moved, she would’ve swayed toward him. Instead, with him holding her in place, she just let herself feel. His lips pressed against hers, demanding a response, and she gave it to him. Tentatively at first, she let instinct rule and followed his lead.
Pleasure oscillated through her, scorching each nerve on its path to her core. She grabbed his shoulders and fell into passion, stilling when his tongue swept inside her mouth. Her eyelids opened to find metallic gray watching her. Not wanting to lose the heat, she closed her eyes again and met his tongue with her own. It was decadent. Like triple-chocolate melted lava cake mixed with fine wine. She moaned, wanting more. So much more.
He partially drew back. “Who sent you?”
“Nobody.” She leaned forward and kissed him, wanting to keep going wherever that feeling went.
He returned her kiss, pushing her head into his hand. “Who wants me dead?”
“Nobody who’s ever kissed you.” Just speaking against his mouth, her lips moving over his firm ones, shot tingles beneath her skin.
His grip tightened, and even that slight pain was erotic. Then his hand was on her breast.
She gasped, leaning back, her face heated. The sensations were so much stronger than she’d read about in those novels.
Through her blouse and bra, he pinched her nipple. Pain and pleasure flashed together, and she cried out, arching even closer to him. She ached. Between her legs, she needed more. Him.
Deep color stained his cheekbones, making him look more dangerous. Like a predator that had just trapped prey. “How do you know me?” He flattened his hand and caressed her breast, taking away the pain.
“I dreamed about you,” she said honestly. “I did not believe you to truly exist.” At least in her more realistic moments of thinking. A girl could always wish, however.
His chin lifted. “Dreamed about me?” His fingers trailed between her breasts and down her torso, lighting fires along the way.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Just once, but you saved my life. Or the image of you did. I didn’t think you were real.” He reached the button of her pants and flicked it open. Was she going to let him do this? Her body angled closer to him. These feelings were good, and they were temporary. She truly didn’t have much time left, and she wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity. It was her mantra. “I would say it’s a coincidence, but he was you. You were him.”
“Right.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck, his hand sliding easily inside her panties.
She gulped. Even though she could understand his not believing her, she didn’t care right now. She held her breath, and her abdomen tightened.
“You want this?” His fingers found her, easily sliding through her wet folds. She was so wet. How did that happen?
“Yes.” She didn’t know what he meant, but whatever it was, she wanted it. Was pushing into his hand for it.
His grin was feral. “So this is how? You’re supposed to seduce me?”
“No.” But if she knew how, she definitely would. His finger slid inside her, and the other one pressed on her clitoris. Electricity sparked through her. Oh, she’d studied anatomy carefully just like all of her subjects, and she understood what a clitoris was, but she’d had no idea what it could do. Or maybe it was just Garrett. He flicked her, and she jerked, her thighs quaking. “I don’t want you dead.” Never.
“Right.” He leaned in, licking her neck. Then he inhaled, his powerful chest moving. He frowned. Keeping his fingers right where they were, he leaned back slightly to stare at her. “You’re human.”
Even in desperate need of something she didn’t understand, amusement filled her. Life was bizarre. “Yes. I’m only human, Garrett. Not immune to your charm or abilities or bad-boy vibes. You’re human, too.” And by the size of the bulge in his jeans, her lessons on anatomy hadn’t prepared her for much at all.
