Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) by Eliza Gayle Page B

You keep your secrets and I’ll keep mine.” His deep
throaty voice rolled over her like smooth brandy on a cold night. He held out
his hand in offering. Afraid to touch him again, she strode over to her bike
and picked it up.
    “I'll take that truce—I don't even know your name.”
    “Cash.”
    “Well, Cash, it looks like I owe you a ride. We aren't that
far from Boston, why don't we hit it together on my bike? The least I can do is
get you someplace that can provide you with a new ride.” Although the thought
of him leaning against her on the bike frightened as well as excited her, she
really had no other option here. He'd saved her and she wasn't about to leave
him stranded here. And if he was someone after her, what better way to keep an eye
on him? After all, this wasn't the first time she'd run from her prison and she
wouldn't put it past them to get creative with her recapture or death this
time.
    She’d been repeatedly warned that one more escape would be
her last. Her usefulness to them had officially come to an end. Selene shook
the recent past from her brain. It was past time to focus on the
future—her future.
    Now if she could just get the tingling in her body to stop
every time she imagined this new stranger touching her…

 
      “I'll drive.”
He held out his hand, waiting for the keys and the smart ass comment he was
sure would follow. This one had quite an attitude to go along with that chip on
her shoulder. That wasn't a problem for him, though. He could totally identify.
One black sheep could easily identify another.
    “Are you high? Do I look like the kind of person who would
allow another to drive her bike? Uh uh. No way. Not gonna happen.”
    “I'm sorry, but were you not just about to become roadkill
out there before I managed to stop it? Now you think I should let you drive me ? Where's the logic in that?”
    Lifting her foot to mount the bike, she paused but didn't
turn. A sudden blast of heat rushed him, hot but not enough to burn. He'd let
her play for now. But if she kept this up he'd be more than happy to teach the
little firestarter a lesson. He'd never actually met one of her kind before, so
he would be careful not to underestimate her power, but he doubted she could
overcome his magick if need be. When it came to fire, his little brother Noah
had taught him a trick or two.
    Still, caution seemed warranted under the circumstances.
She'd lost control of her power after the crash, and if they weren't careful
someone could get seriously hurt. For now it was up to him to maintain that
control, which meant driving.
    Calling for a wisp of his own power, he pushed back in her
direction a cold blast of air to cool her down.
    She turned to face him. “How did you do that?” Looking into
her cool blue eyes, he noticed genuine curiosity.
    “Do what?” His lips twitched, holding back a smile. She
glared back at him.
    “Fine. Don't tell me. But hear this: you will not be driving my bike. Call me
obsessive, whatever, but no one's hands other than my own touch those
handlebars. If you have a problem with that, then you can stay here and wait.
I'll send someone out for you as soon as I reach Boston. That should only be
about a four-to-six hour wait. Your choice.”
    A smile breached his face as she ended her tirade. Annoyance
with him clearly whipped up a strong response. He'd love to test all that
passion she exuded in his bed, and wrap his hands in the fiery hair of hers,
tugging her head back to expose her throat to his mouth.
    He imagined kissing a trail along the neck to the curve of
her shoulder before traveling down her torso to the lush curve of breasts that
already made his mouth water. With all her heat he'd bet she would have a spicy
flavor. Like chocolate with a cayenne pepper kick blended in. One that would
burn him alive and make him crave more. His cock twitched in his leathers with
a fierce longing to sample her wet heat. He hadn't even touched her and already
he was burning