Something sizzled in those eyes. Something dark and unidentifiable. “You’re fucking human. I don’t sense any enhancements.”
Enhancements? “No. I’m in my early twenties. You’re kind of a jerk thinking I’d have plastic surgery or something.” She wasn’t all that well endowed, and it hadn’t bothered her until now. Had that waitress with the D-cup sized breasts interested him? Her desire, if that’s what this was, began to wane.
He kissed her hard this time. Hard and angry, his fingers started to move again. She opened her mouth and let him take, opening her legs to let him give. She was climbing. High. Something was there, out of reach. Her body began to gyrate against him, following his pattern, surrendering to him. Those fingers were magical. Then he halted.
She groaned and opened her eyes, smacking him on the cheek. “You have got tostopstopping.” This led to an orgasm, she was fairly certain, and she wanted one. A big one. Her body craved it. “My pain is your fault, and you need to fix it.”
One of his dark eyebrows rose.
Realization trembled through her, and she paused. Most people probably didn’t hit Garrett in the face.
“You want me to fix your pain?” His voice was a seductive low roll with a hint of danger.
She gulped, fully aware that his hand was in her pants. “Yes.” This was definitely something she wanted to experience before she died.
He sniffed her again, his face against hers. “You’re not psychic? Empathic? Telekinetic?”
She fought the urge to hit him harder. “Stop being ridiculous.”
He leaned back and cocked his head. “You really aren’t.”
Was he crazy? She’d read that crazy sex was the best, so perhaps he was touched in the head? At the moment, she didn’t care. At all. So she clamped both hands on his cheeks and yanked his mouth back to hers. She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, wanting that bite. His shoulders jerked, and she slid her tongue inside his mouth, trying to mimic what he’d done to her. Attempting to give him the pleasure he’d swamped her with, wanting him to feel as good as he made her feel.
He groaned against her mouth, and triumph roared through her. Then he took over the kiss, forcing her head back, overwhelming her as he poured heat into her that filled her entire body, head to toe. His fingers slid in and out of her and then he angled her farther back, controlling her with the hand fisted in her hair.
Sensations bombarded her as wild as the waves crashing against the rock wall of her home so far away. Powerful and deep, they took her under while forcing her to climb, inch by deadly inch, toward a ledge she didn’t understand. She was helpless against the pull. She climbed higher, her body shaking, his fingers magic against her.
With a sharp cry, she fell over the cliff. Wildfire crackled through her with whip strokes of impossible color and electricity. The waves bombarded from within this time, rippling out into the universe, taking her voice with them. She rode the waves, undulating with ecstasy until she finally came down.
He removed his hand, and she whimpered. Embarrassment flowed through her, and she straightened, still feeling intoxicated. As if she’d sipped too much of the aged wine she wasn’t supposed to have unless it was during her study of society dinners.
“Are you okay?” He released her hair, once again looking too big and too dangerous.
“I think so.” It took her a second to realize that tears filled her eyes. One spilled over to slide down her cheek.
He caught it and rubbed the droplet between his thumb and forefinger, looking thoughtful. “Who are you?”
“Nobody that matters,” she told him, attempting honesty again. The wind tossed fallen leaves across the stone wall, and cheerful daisies waved. It was late for them to be blooming. She hurriedly zipped up her pants, reality returning with the sound of motorcycle engines gunning in front of the restaurant. “Um, Garrett? I feel messy.”
He lifted her off the wall, yanked her bag over his shoulder, took her hand, and towed her back around the building. “Go inside and clean yourself up, then get your ass back out here. We’re not done.” His face was set in a hard mask, and his tone was unrelenting. “By the time you return, be prepared to give me the full truth.”
“I did,” she mumbled, so confused she wasn’t sure which way to go.
Opening the door, he nudged her inside. “Seduction didn’t work. That leaves pain. Neither of us wants that.”
She stumbled inside, so off-balance she wasn’t sure the planet was still spinning. “My belongings?” She reached for the bag.
“No. You have two minutes, kitten.” He shut the door before she could protest.
She’d try to run away, but she needed that bag. Needed everything in it to live her short life before she died.
Time was definitely mocking her.
Chapter Three
Garrett moved toward his bike, which was guarded by club prospects. Though he shouldn’t have let her go before getting his answers, he needed a minute. The sound she’d made when she’d climaxed, so pure and real, was one he’d hear in his dreams for a very long time.
His hands shook, and he covered the reaction. What the hell was wrong with him? He dumped the bag’s contents out and caught the few items that didn’t land on the seat. No cell phone. What kind of a woman didn’t have a cell phone?
