most surprising thing of all happened. Jenna laughed. Sure, it was a shaky laugh, but a laugh all the same. And as far as he could tell, it didn’t sound hysterical.
“Yes, I have lots of questions. But first let me savor probably the biggest story of my life.” She dug her nails into the arm of her chair.
Okay, maybe she did have a little hysteria going on.
“The biggest story of my life and absolutely no one would believe it.” She looked thoughtful. “Of course, no one believed my alien abduction stories either. But in this case, I probably wouldn’t even get the story written.”
“Why not?” He watched her wiggle her beautiful little behind into a more comfortable position on the cushion. Without warning, desire exploded, and his soul awoke.
Oh, hell. Al forced his gaze away from her. He stared out the window, tried to concentrate on the city lights. Count them. One, two, three—
A small gasp brought his attention back to her. She stared at him from wide, startled eyes. But he didn’t have any trouble reading the emotion churning behind those eyes. Lust. So strong that it practically oozed from her pores.
While he stared at her, she wrapped her arms around her stomach and rocked forward. “Stop it. Just freaking stop it.”
It took him a second to realize she was talking to him. Taking a deep breath, he imagined stepping into a giant bucket of ice. At the same time, he forced his soul deeper into its cave. When he felt nothing more than a normal sexual attraction, he looked at her again.
Jenna had straightened and was staring at him with a mixture of fear and outrage. “What the hell was that? It was coming from you. I know it was, because I’ve never felt that kind of arousal before, didn’t think it was possible to feel it. It…it hurt .” She looked amazed by the revelation.
It was time to ramp down the intensity. “Hey, sixty-five million years is a long time to go without sex. Besides, I have a big soul with the big emotions to go with it. Promise, I won’t broadcast around you again.”
“Broadcast?”
“Let my emotions get away from me. They’re strong enough for someone else to feel. Sorry that happened.” Not sorry. He wanted to share more than just some sexual emotions with her.
Her gaze skittered around the room, never resting on him once. Not surprising. Fin and he had turned her world upside down to night. She was handling it a lot better than he’d expected. He hadn’t had much experience with putting people at ease, but that’s what he wanted to do now. He didn’t want her to jump up from that chair and run from the room. He wanted her to keep talking to him.
“You never finished telling me why you can’t write your story.” Fin had probably threatened her. But it wouldn’t be with violence. Fin was more subtle than that. And he wasn’t stupid. Kelly was married to Ty. A threat to Kelly’s sister would impact Ty and through him the rest of the Eleven.
“He’d probably take away my memory of what happened. Can’t write about what you don’t remember.”
Al stilled, every instinct telling him something important was about to happen. “What makes you think he can do that?”
She looked surprised he’d have to ask. “He gave me a demo. Very impressive. One minute I remembered what happened to night, and then I didn’t. And since he can jump into my mind and root around, he’d know if I was thinking about putting out a story. I’ll keep my memories, thank you very much.” She sounded like she was taking Fin’s demonstration lightly, but her eyes said something else.
He couldn’t imagine what his eyes were saying. Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he tried to think. All those times when bits and pieces of memories started to surface and then wham, the headache struck and the fog rolled in. Everything gone. Had that been Fin? Could the bastard have done something like that to his own men? If so, why?
“I still have some questions.”
You’re
“Yes, I have lots of questions. But first let me savor probably the biggest story of my life.” She dug her nails into the arm of her chair.
Okay, maybe she did have a little hysteria going on.
“The biggest story of my life and absolutely no one would believe it.” She looked thoughtful. “Of course, no one believed my alien abduction stories either. But in this case, I probably wouldn’t even get the story written.”
“Why not?” He watched her wiggle her beautiful little behind into a more comfortable position on the cushion. Without warning, desire exploded, and his soul awoke.
Oh, hell. Al forced his gaze away from her. He stared out the window, tried to concentrate on the city lights. Count them. One, two, three—
A small gasp brought his attention back to her. She stared at him from wide, startled eyes. But he didn’t have any trouble reading the emotion churning behind those eyes. Lust. So strong that it practically oozed from her pores.
While he stared at her, she wrapped her arms around her stomach and rocked forward. “Stop it. Just freaking stop it.”
It took him a second to realize she was talking to him. Taking a deep breath, he imagined stepping into a giant bucket of ice. At the same time, he forced his soul deeper into its cave. When he felt nothing more than a normal sexual attraction, he looked at her again.
Jenna had straightened and was staring at him with a mixture of fear and outrage. “What the hell was that? It was coming from you. I know it was, because I’ve never felt that kind of arousal before, didn’t think it was possible to feel it. It…it hurt .” She looked amazed by the revelation.
It was time to ramp down the intensity. “Hey, sixty-five million years is a long time to go without sex. Besides, I have a big soul with the big emotions to go with it. Promise, I won’t broadcast around you again.”
“Broadcast?”
“Let my emotions get away from me. They’re strong enough for someone else to feel. Sorry that happened.” Not sorry. He wanted to share more than just some sexual emotions with her.
Her gaze skittered around the room, never resting on him once. Not surprising. Fin and he had turned her world upside down to night. She was handling it a lot better than he’d expected. He hadn’t had much experience with putting people at ease, but that’s what he wanted to do now. He didn’t want her to jump up from that chair and run from the room. He wanted her to keep talking to him.
“You never finished telling me why you can’t write your story.” Fin had probably threatened her. But it wouldn’t be with violence. Fin was more subtle than that. And he wasn’t stupid. Kelly was married to Ty. A threat to Kelly’s sister would impact Ty and through him the rest of the Eleven.
“He’d probably take away my memory of what happened. Can’t write about what you don’t remember.”
Al stilled, every instinct telling him something important was about to happen. “What makes you think he can do that?”
She looked surprised he’d have to ask. “He gave me a demo. Very impressive. One minute I remembered what happened to night, and then I didn’t. And since he can jump into my mind and root around, he’d know if I was thinking about putting out a story. I’ll keep my memories, thank you very much.” She sounded like she was taking Fin’s demonstration lightly, but her eyes said something else.
He couldn’t imagine what his eyes were saying. Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he tried to think. All those times when bits and pieces of memories started to surface and then wham, the headache struck and the fog rolled in. Everything gone. Had that been Fin? Could the bastard have done something like that to his own men? If so, why?
“I still have some questions.”
You’re
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