Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Shock ripped through her system from one touch.
He jerked and another low growl rumbled up from his chest.
She leaned back, her mouth opened in an ‘o’, her body flashing hot in a way she’d never felt before. Wild and free and alive. Dangerously on the edge of something...new.
His jaw ticked. Tension rolled off him, steaming up the windows, even though the door remained open.
She gingerly reached up and touched her still sparking bottom lip, her gaze seeking his. Had he felt that? If so, what the heck was it? “Who are you?” she asked.
He barked out a laugh and slid one firm hand along her face. The entire side of her face. “I’m the guy you just kissed. Kind of. Care to explain why?”
“Kind of?” She barely kept herself from turning into that heated palm. “What do you mean? Kind of?”
His chin lifted just enough. “That wasn’t a kiss, baby. Not even close.”
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. For the love of all that is holy and sane, don’t say it. “What is a kiss?” she asked. Yep. She’d said it.
“You want me to show you?” he rumbled, his eyes somehow looking even darker than usual.
No. Definitely no. Not in a million years. “Yes,” she whispered.
He didn’t ask twice. Leaning down, he drew her partially up, and his lips took hers. Firm and warm, he kissed her, the touch gentle velvet over hard steel. His lips molded to hers, softly probing, sliding warmth down her jawline to touch every inch of her body.
She sighed, leaning up, opening her mouth in acceptance. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, and she let herself just feel. Something good and strong and hot. Then she tentatively kissed him back.
His hand slid around her face and tangled in her hair, tilting her head back farther.
She sighed and kissed him, warming right up. Her eyelids opened to see his intense gaze on her. She jerked, her body stilling.
Holding her gaze, he lifted lightly, his lips barely a whisper from hers. “You okay?”
She nodded, even though his hand in her hair contained her movement. “Yes. You?”
“Yes. You want more?” He held himself still, like one of those racehorses in a stall right before the gate opened.
Her nipples peaked. Fast and hard. More? There was more? She should think. Take a step back. “Yes,” she said. “More.”
He moved faster than humanly possible, ducking his head and claiming her lips. This time, there was no gentleness or coaxing. It was all fire and electricity and demand. Hard and fast, he took her mouth, kissing her in a way that took her completely out of the moment.
The rain and cold disappeared along with her fear and sadness. Only passion and fire remained. She let him guide her, opening her mouth, wanting everything he was giving. Never had she felt this. Her body went from a slow heat to a full-on inferno, her thighs trembling for more of him. For all of him.
Headlights barely caught her attention. Then a door slamming. “What the hell?” bellowed a familiar male voice.
She jumped, fear instantly swamping her. “No.”
Noah released her and turned as Monte stomped toward them, fury morphing into red blotches on a face she’d once thought handsome. “What are you doing?” he yelled, arms swinging, getting too close.
Noah partially turned and punched him right in the mouth. Monte went down, splashing through a mudpuddle, his arms windmilling.
Abby gasped, her body chilling instantly. Horror caught her. Oh God. “What have you done?”
CHAPTER 7
Noah’s entire body was on fire for the small female, and he’d reacted instantly to a perceived threat. Once he’d knocked Monte down, by pulling his punch no less, he pivoted and put his body between the terrified human and the asshole on the ground. “Get up.”
The jerk shoved to his feet, brushing dirty water off his slacks. “Get away from my wife.” His lip had already started swelling, and his words came out with a lisp.
“Ex-wife,” Noah retorted, scanning the area. “Did you slash her tires?” No doubt the jerk had done so and then returned to save her. Or pretend to save her.
Monte’s eyes widened, fury and feigned surprise glowing bright in their blue depths. “Of course not. In fact, if her tires are slashed, it was probably you. Thinking she’d get in bed as a thank you, which obviously she would.”
Oh, the jerk was going to get hit again. “Lies smell like sulfur to me,” he muttered. To most immortals, actually.
“I’m sorry,” Abby said, scrambling to get out of the truck. “It was an accident. He didn’t mean to hit you, Monte.”
The panic in her voice nearly sent Noah over the edge. He pivoted and turned her fully into the truck before shutting the door before she could get out. Her fear smelled like lemons and awoke the beast deep down inside himself that had lain dormant since the last war. Since he’d last fought for home and family. “She’s afraid of you. I’m not. You want to come at somebody a decent size?” he drawled.