Her lips touched him with feeling. He could feel it in the soft breeze that wrapped around them, the whisper of confusion and lost dreams in the air at his ear. As though she had never willingly touched before.
CHAPTER 2
"Shhhh." Lance's soft croon whispered over Harmony's distraught senses as his head lifted from the curve of her br**sts.
He lowered her shirt, the distracting touch of his hands on her br**sts easing the arousal threatening to overwhelm her.
She stared up at him, dazed, as his hands pressed her hair back from her heated cheeks, before he placed a tender kiss on her lips.
"In you go," he whispered.
Moving his hands to her h*ps he lifted her to the seat before picking up her purse from the pavement to hand it in to her.
She had lost her only protection as he held her? Her tote held her knife and the small gun she carried when she couldn't wear her weapons. She never let it off her arm unless absolutely necessary. And she had never, ever dropped it.
She flinched as the driver's side door opened and he got in. She could smell him, an intoxicating blend of the night and the seasons merging into his scent.
"Ready?" His voice was dark, the rasp of a sexually aroused primal male ready to claim a female.
She lifted her head, inhaling deeply as her gaze met his.
"I'm ready," she whispered.
She was past ready. Her body was screaming for him now. Her senses were dazed, her mind in upheaval. She couldn't think of anything past his touch, gorging herself on him, sating the hunger raging in her flesh.
She had gone from a lifetime of never caring either way if she lay beneath a man, to being suddenly desperate to feel him covering her.
Lance started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot as Harmony kept her peripheral vision trained on the small mirror at the side of her door. She could see no evidence that they were being followed, but her nape prickled in awareness. Unfortunately her survival instinct was squelched the moment Lance's hand moved from the gearshift to lift hers from her lap.
"Your hands are soft." His voice was a bit unsteady, his lust rising as he laid her hand on the gearshift, covering it with his own as he drove.
"Thank you." She had learned how to flirt within a year of her escape from the labs. She knew the word games, the social repartee that kept men at a distance. But none of it came to mind now.
All she knew was the pulse of her heartbeat in the stiffness of her ni**les, in the engorged bud of her clitoris and her hungry vagina. She was so wet she could feel her own juices dampening the silk of her thong and the rasp of the swollen folds of her pu**y against the ultrasoft denim she wore.
His thumb caressed over hers, the faintly calloused flesh exciting sensitive nerve endings as Harmony fought to catch her breath.
"Is this your first time to Broken Butte?" His voice was quiet in the confines of the vehicle.
Harmony shifted in her seat, swallowing tightly as she frowned at the oddly sweet taste filling her mouth. She wanted his taste. The rich earthy essence of the wind and the land against her tongue.
"Yes." She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes briefly in an effort to maintain her control.
She had never been on such an edge. She didn't feel wholly herself, and that was damned scary. She had never been out of control. She processed information quickly and her decisions were ones she knew had merit.
This hunger had no merit, it made no sense. The completely illogical clawing need was throwing her mind and her body into havoc.
She had never given her status as a female much consideration, until now. Now she could feel the weakening arousal, the pulse of melting flesh between her thighs, a hunger to submit, to be possessed.
"Have you been here long?" His thumb drew circles at the side of her hand, caressing and massaging as she turned slowly to him.
She just needed one more taste. Her breathing was heavy, labored as he flicked on the turn signal and turned off the main road onto a graveled drive. It stretched ahead of them, never ending, and the wracking desire filling her senses was finding no relief.
"I haven't been here long," she whispered in reply, her gaze centering on his lips. "Kiss me again, Lance."
His grimace was tight, pained.
"If I kiss you again, I'm not going to make it to the house before I have you beneath me."