Megan's Mark by Lora Leigh Page A

cool comfort of the vehicle with a sigh of relief.
    “You do sarcasm very well, Megan.” He turned to her as he slid into the passenger seat, leaning back comfortably as he smiled with a slow, too-sexy curve of his lips. That fuller lower curve made her nipples ache. It was bad when something as simple as a man’s smile made your nipples ache, made them long for the feel of those sensual curves surrounding them.
    “I try.” She cleared her throat nervously, quickly turning away from the temptation of him as he emitted a completely male grunt of exasperation.
    That shouldn’t have turned her on. It was insulting, not in any way erotic. But the sound had her thighs tightening and her core aching. Dammit.
    Maybe it was time for the Pocket Rocket, the little clitoral stimulator that came in so handy. Pocket Rockets were nice. Or her vibrator. It had been a while since the need for sexual release had been so imperative. Maybe it had never been this imperative, she thought. Nor had it ever had this ability to make her want to be closer to a man; to make her need to be.
    And he knew what he was doing to her. She could see it in his eyes, in the way he lifted his head, his nostrils flaring.
    He could smell her, smell her heat and her arousal. And there was no way to hide it.
    On the heels of that thought came another. She knew the Breeds’ senses were more advanced than those without the altered DNA. But she wondered, how much more advanced were they?
    She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and cleared her throat before asking, “How’s your hearing?”
    “My hearing?” he asked, his voice filled with lazy amusement and just a hint of curiosity.
    She glanced over at him fully, widening her eyes innocently. “Your hearing. You know, your ears? Can you hear things better than other people?”
    She fought the flush that threatened to build beneath the skin of her cheeks as she turned her eyes back to the track ahead.
    “Better than non-Breeds, you mean?” he asked with interest.
    She didn’t trust that look of male innocence for a minute, but the pretense had her fighting to hide her smile.
    “Yeah.” She nodded shortly. “That’s what I mean.”
    “I don’t know.” Cool amusement filled his voice. “How good is your hearing?”
    Well, she wouldn’t be able to hear him jacking off, but it wasn’t like his hand buzzed either…
    “Normal.” She shrugged.
    “What would you classify as normal? What can you not hear that you think I could?” Was he teasing her?
    She spared him a quick look, frowning at the curious expression. Was that laughter lurking in his eyes? Surely he couldn’t guess why she wanted to know?
    She probed at the shields he used, but could detect nothing but the amusement.
    “I don’t know.” She gripped the steering wheel harder as she tried to appear casual and merely interested in his unique Breed abilities. “If I were in the kitchen and you were in the living room of my house, I wouldn’t know it if you were to use… oh, say… a pair of hair clippers.” That seemed like a good contrast. A small, even vibration of sound, not too harsh, not too easy to hear.
    “Hair clippers?” he asked hesitantly.
    “Yeah.” She nodded in all seriousness. “Hair clippers.”
    He tensed, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat. “Are you trying to find out if I’ll hear you using a vibrator, Megan?”
    She lost her breath, her face flaming with mortification as her head swung around, catching the narrow-eyed suspicion on his face before she jerked back to stare at the track.
    “No,” she exclaimed, shocked. How had he known?
    “Because if you are, I will tell you now: I would know. I would smell the sweet scent of your pussy as you found your release, and I would hear even the quietest vibrator. And I would be very, very displeased. I might even have to spank you.”
    She swallowed tightly, certain her ass wasn’t tingling in anticipation, but rather in trepidation. She