Two seconds later, Amanda heard someone walking around outside. Hunter pulled her deeper into the shadows with him while they listened. He had his free arm draped over her shoulders, pinning her to his body.
Amanda went stock-still as her back connected fully with his chest and a wave of misplaced desire tore through her. The heat of him warmed her and that raw, masculine aura of power overwhelmed her. Even more disturbing, his welcoming scent of leather and sandalwood invaded her head.
She wanted this man.
What are you, nuts? The man's a vampire!
Yeah, but he's a really , really sexy one.
Kyrian couldn't breathe with her so close to him. His heightened senses felt her all the way through his entire body. He heard her heartbeat speed up, felt the dryness of her throat, but even worse, he could taste her desire.
It whetted his appetite for her even more. And it reminded him why he had made it his habit to avoid being around women as much as possible.
Damn you, Desiderius.
Because right then it was hard to remember he couldn't have her. And even harder to forget the way she smelled. The way she moved-like a confident dancer. Her lithe body was a symphony of grace and all too easily he could imagine her sitting on top of him as he showed her a sexual pleasure he was quite certain no other man had ever given her.
His loins tightened to the point of pain. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been this hard for a woman. And it took all his willpower not to kiss her. Not to bury his lips against her throat and inhale her warm sweetness as he...
Kyrian flexed his hand on her shoulder as he realized all he had to do was lower his hand three inches and he would be cupping her breast.
Just three tiny inches...
Suddenly, the sound of a walkie-talkie broke the silence.
"It's a construction worker," she whispered, bolting to a window.
Kyrian hissed as she pulled him into the sunlight. He jerked her back into the darkness.
"Sorry," she whispered. She edged closer to the window, making sure to keep him out of the sun.
"Hey!" Amanda called as she saw the man a few feet away, poking around an old tractor.
The construction worker looked up at her and did a double-take. Scowling, he walked over to the window and looked inside. His eyes narrowed on them. "What are you doing in there? This area is off-limits to the public."
"It's a long story," Amanda said. "The short version is I got left here. You wouldn't happen to have a cell phone I could borrow, would you?"
Still scowling, he handed his cell phone to her through the open window.
Hunter immediately took it from her hand.
"Hey!" she snapped, reaching for it.
Moving it out of her reach, he ignored her while he dialed a number.
"Where are we?" Hunter asked the construction worker as he placed the phone to his ear.
"The old Olson Plant."
"In Slidell?"
Amanda arched a brow that the Dark-Hunter would recognize it. She'd lived in New Orleans all her life and had no idea this place existed.
"Yeah," the worker said.
Hunter nodded.
"Hey," he said into the phone, "it's me. I'm at the Olson Plant in Slidell. Do you know where it is?"