was
definitely forward even for her, but then it flew out just as quickly as her
hands found the hem of his shirt.
She tugged at
his shirt, and he sleepily raised his arms to allow her to pull it over his
head. Her nails kneaded the muscles of his chest like cat's claws, causing his
hips to buck involuntarily under her. Laughing seductively she captured his
mouth in a savage kiss, her tongue delving deep into his mouth, her hips
rocking against him.
Shockwaves
rippled through Jeremiah's body, and he dimly thought that he hadn't been this
close to coming in his pants like a damned teenager since he was, well, a
teenager. Her fingers reached between them to unbutton his trousers, to draw
the zipper down tantalizingly slowly. When Jeremiah finally pried open his
heavy lids, he took in the sight of her. She was wearing nothing but an
oversized t-shirt and panties, straddling him like a cowgirl, hair tossed and
wild, bangs hanging down over her eyes, face flushed.
He'd never seen
a more erotic sight. Gripped with the sudden urge to see her face clearly, to
look into her eyes, he slid his hand across her full breast and up the column of
her throat to her cheek. Pushing aside the curtain of her long hair with one
hand, he swept her bangs back with the other and looked up into her eyes. In
place of her jade green gaze were soulless opalescent orbs that swirled with
darkness, and a glyph of an eye had emerged on her forehead.
"What the fuck! "
he shouted, jumping up like he had been electrocuted and dropping her
unceremoniously on the floor with a thud.
He stood in the
middle of the living room shirtless and panting, pants opened and hanging down
to reveal the tops of his boxers, and hands buried in his hair. Isla dragged
herself off the floor and onto the couch, hugging herself and rocking back and
forth.
Although his
body was still vibrating and his mind was still scrambled with a huge helping
of WTF, his heart lurched for her. He walked back to the couch and pulled her
into his arms, squeezing her tight and tucking her head into the crook of his
shoulder. She was shaking like a leaf and sobbing so hard that all that was
coming out were little hiccups.
She looked as
if she was trying to speak but couldn't. She took a shuddering breath and tried
again. "I-I don't know what's happening to me. I'm really afraid,
Jeremiah."
Not wanting to
reveal that he was too, he just stroked her hair and murmured encouraging words
against her ear. "I know, baby, I know. We'll figure it out. You're going
to be okay."
She pulled back
slightly to look up at him, her eyes—they were hers again—were huge and
haunted, shimmering with tears.
Without a word,
Jeremiah lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. Laying
her on the bed, he drew the covers up to her chin and kissed her forehead.
"You need to try and get some sleep. We'll figure this out tomorrow."
She nodded, but
when he started to leave, she reached out and snagged his wrist in a
surprisingly strong grip. "Stay. Please? Just...I don't think I can be
alone."
Not wanting to
her to feel pressured, but also not willing to sleep in his two-day-old
clothes, he stripped down to his boxers and got on top of the covers, pulling
the throw up to cover his legs. He turned on his side and stroked her hair
until he felt her finally relax into sleep.
Jeremiah
snuggled farther into the warmth of the bed, smelling sweet lavender and
spices. He was again dreaming of Isla. She was wrapped in his arms and he had
her pinned with one of his big thighs across her legs. He nuzzled into the
crook of her neck and breathed deep of her unique scent. He felt delicate
fingers winding into his thick hair, felt them tug slightly on the strands.
Giving a grunt of approval, he squeezed her closer and scraped his teeth across
the side of her neck, savoring the enticing little shudders that racked her in
response.
A chuckle
rumbled through her throat against his ear and those fingers in his
definitely forward even for her, but then it flew out just as quickly as her
hands found the hem of his shirt.
She tugged at
his shirt, and he sleepily raised his arms to allow her to pull it over his
head. Her nails kneaded the muscles of his chest like cat's claws, causing his
hips to buck involuntarily under her. Laughing seductively she captured his
mouth in a savage kiss, her tongue delving deep into his mouth, her hips
rocking against him.
Shockwaves
rippled through Jeremiah's body, and he dimly thought that he hadn't been this
close to coming in his pants like a damned teenager since he was, well, a
teenager. Her fingers reached between them to unbutton his trousers, to draw
the zipper down tantalizingly slowly. When Jeremiah finally pried open his
heavy lids, he took in the sight of her. She was wearing nothing but an
oversized t-shirt and panties, straddling him like a cowgirl, hair tossed and
wild, bangs hanging down over her eyes, face flushed.
He'd never seen
a more erotic sight. Gripped with the sudden urge to see her face clearly, to
look into her eyes, he slid his hand across her full breast and up the column of
her throat to her cheek. Pushing aside the curtain of her long hair with one
hand, he swept her bangs back with the other and looked up into her eyes. In
place of her jade green gaze were soulless opalescent orbs that swirled with
darkness, and a glyph of an eye had emerged on her forehead.
"What the fuck! "
he shouted, jumping up like he had been electrocuted and dropping her
unceremoniously on the floor with a thud.
He stood in the
middle of the living room shirtless and panting, pants opened and hanging down
to reveal the tops of his boxers, and hands buried in his hair. Isla dragged
herself off the floor and onto the couch, hugging herself and rocking back and
forth.
Although his
body was still vibrating and his mind was still scrambled with a huge helping
of WTF, his heart lurched for her. He walked back to the couch and pulled her
into his arms, squeezing her tight and tucking her head into the crook of his
shoulder. She was shaking like a leaf and sobbing so hard that all that was
coming out were little hiccups.
She looked as
if she was trying to speak but couldn't. She took a shuddering breath and tried
again. "I-I don't know what's happening to me. I'm really afraid,
Jeremiah."
Not wanting to
reveal that he was too, he just stroked her hair and murmured encouraging words
against her ear. "I know, baby, I know. We'll figure it out. You're going
to be okay."
She pulled back
slightly to look up at him, her eyes—they were hers again—were huge and
haunted, shimmering with tears.
Without a word,
Jeremiah lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. Laying
her on the bed, he drew the covers up to her chin and kissed her forehead.
"You need to try and get some sleep. We'll figure this out tomorrow."
She nodded, but
when he started to leave, she reached out and snagged his wrist in a
surprisingly strong grip. "Stay. Please? Just...I don't think I can be
alone."
Not wanting to
her to feel pressured, but also not willing to sleep in his two-day-old
clothes, he stripped down to his boxers and got on top of the covers, pulling
the throw up to cover his legs. He turned on his side and stroked her hair
until he felt her finally relax into sleep.
Jeremiah
snuggled farther into the warmth of the bed, smelling sweet lavender and
spices. He was again dreaming of Isla. She was wrapped in his arms and he had
her pinned with one of his big thighs across her legs. He nuzzled into the
crook of her neck and breathed deep of her unique scent. He felt delicate
fingers winding into his thick hair, felt them tug slightly on the strands.
Giving a grunt of approval, he squeezed her closer and scraped his teeth across
the side of her neck, savoring the enticing little shudders that racked her in
response.
A chuckle
rumbled through her throat against his ear and those fingers in his
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