New Year's Kiss by Tielle St. Clare Page A

swallowed, she realized she was practically shoveling food in her mouth and looked up at Zach, wincing at her unladylike behavior.
    He wasn’t appalled. He seemed pleased. He nodded and started to eat.
    Conversation was light. Mainly focused on how delicious the food was. She couldn’t seem to get enough, fast enough. Even when Mikhel returned, they barely looked up. He didn’t seem to mind. He dug into his own plate, putting extra pieces of sausage onto Taylor’s plate.
    Her upbringing told her to reject them, that surely she couldn’t eat any more but the meat was delicious and she wanted it. It was like her body was craving meat. She ate another piece of sausage, with her fingers, even. After it was gone, Mikhel leaned over and kissed her, slipping this tongue across her lips. God, he tasted good. Her nipples tingled and she squirmed, trying to ease the spike of need in her pussy. Mikhel raised his mouth for just a moment.
    “You’re getting your scent all over my trousers.”
    The thought of leaving her mark on his clothes sent a flood of moisture from her cunt. Mikhel growled, like he could sense the sudden rush and drove his tongue deep her into her mouth. The noises from the restaurant disappeared and the wicked hunger returned. She needed to fuck him. Now.
    Underneath the table, Zach’s hand slid between her legs, cupping her mound, rubbing the rough material of her trousers against her clit. Releasing a soft cry, she pulled back from Mikhel’s mouth and looked at Zach. God, she could smell him. The delicious scent of meat and desire wafted toward her.
    Her body started to move toward his, needing a taste, needing—
    “Taylor!”
    The sharp feminine cry jolted her from the lust-induced haze and she froze, pausing to evaluate the situation. She was in a public place with one man’s hand between her legs and the taste of another man on her lips.
    It didn’t freak her out nearly as much as it should have.
    She inhaled slowly through her nose—ignoring the hungry scents from the two men around her—and exhaled through her mouth, releasing some of the stress and trying to let go of some of the desire. It was still surging through her body but she wouldn’t rip out the throat of the one who’d interrupted her.
    Taylor listened to her own thoughts. They were strange, almost violent, but seemed so natural. Weird. She looked up.
    “Rebecca. Good morning.” Taylor forced a smile, knowing how this had to look. It had to be obvious what was going on and Rebecca was pretty observant. Rebecca stood in the aisle, an empty plate in her hand, as if she’d been in line at the buffet, seen Taylor and walked away.
    “Glad to see you’re alive and well.” The words were casual but the tone wasn’t. Neither was the hard stare. “Did you get my message to call me?”
    Taylor’s eyes widened and Mikhel drawled, “Oh right. Taylor, your friend Rebecca called.” He drilled Rebecca with a taunting glare. “I think she was worried about you.”
    Taylor giggled—and she rarely giggled—hoping to ease some of the tension.
    “Well, I’m fine.” She thought about it, did a quick inventory of her body and except for still being hungry and really wanting sex again, she felt good. Alive, ready to move. “I’m great. Great party last night, huh?”
    “Yeah, we lost you at the end.”
    “We ran out as soon as the champagne toast was done.” Taylor was quite proud of herself. She made it sound very casual. Not at all sordid or slutty. Zach’s hand slid away from her crotch but Mikhel didn’t move back. He wasn’t giving an inch. The almost scary red eyes were back.
    Rebecca stared for a long time, directing her fierce gaze at Mikhel and Zach. Then back to Taylor. “I need to go to the ladies room.”
    Drat, Taylor had to go with her. Had to get grilled on what happened. If she didn’t do it now, it would be worse later.
    “I’ll join you.”
    She tapped Mikhel’s hip, indicating that he should slide out. For a