was there. His presence had woken me the moment his car hit the driveway. The sweet scent of musk and metal preceded his soft steps to the back door. I’d opened the locks with my powers and waited. My eyes still closed, I felt him in my room.
A hot finger brushed along my cheek, traced my lips. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me. The bed dipped.
I couldn’t stay away any longer.
Theo’s thoughts whispered through my mind. I felt his face nuzzle my hair. And I sighed. It was as if every moment since my return had been leading up to this.
You shouldn’t stay away
, I thought back to him.
It’s our power, remember? The two of us.
Then I looked up and met his eyes. Melted chocolate—the kind that turned darker under heat. A wave of need pulsed through the room as his heartbeat thrummed in sync with mine. We moved together, our lips sealing as if they should have never been apart. His arms wrapped around me as my hands knotted in his hair. This wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. I felt everything about him. His blood pumping through his veins, the sheets tangled under his legs. But his thoughts stayed closed off. While his powers were sporadic, he grew stronger with me in his arms. He could hold his mental walls in place and feed on the energy that spun faster between us.
I was glad for his strength—I didn’t want an errant thought to ruin this moment.
He lifted my shirt over my head and quickly covered me with my quilt, keeping away the chill. My heart pounded. I’d never been so aware of my body before. He sat back and kicked off his shoes. My mouth went dry.
His heavy coat came next, tossed over a chair in the corner. Then he tugged off his shirt. When he turned back to me, the dark intent in his eye was clear. I wore only my panties under the quilt, but in a few moments more, I’d be completely naked.
The panic came quickly. I crossed my arms over my stomach and shivered violently. Naked meant torture. Humiliation. He stretched out beside me, and I automatically flinched away. I wanted this, wanted him. In my mind I knew that. But a lifetime of instincts had reared up inside me. I couldn’t help but fear the pain that had always come when I was at my most vulnerable.
“Open your eyes, Mag.” I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. He pulled back the quilt, and a chill blew across my stomach.
No!
I turned away quickly, instinct screaming at me to run. He grabbed me at the waist; the power between us surged as he held me to the bed.
“No, Mag, look at me. It’s me here with you now. Me touching you. No pain, no embarrassment. Just me.”
I held on to the melting chocolate of his eyes. Like a lifeline, he grounded me. No pain here. No blood or shame. Only Theo. With his fingertip, he traced a line between my breasts. “Look,” he murmured.
Along my skin where his finger touched me, a thin glowing line appeared. He drew the glow farther, down to my stomach. The line stayed. The lingering panic eased. This wasn’t my father stripping me for one of his experiments. And the power rising between us wasn’t something to push back.
Theo traced a heart around my belly button, and, softly, I giggled. God, that felt good. I reached up and brushed back the hair from his face. The heat in his eyes turned serious. I pulled him to me. A soft, sweet kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asked in that gravelly voice.
“I know who you are, Theo. I want to know what this power is capable of. What
we
are capable of.”
He narrowed his eyes. “So you’re only interested in the power, then?”
I couldn’t help but smile. That had been my worry the first time we’d felt the connection between us—that he was only using me for my power. “No,” I said. “I’m interested in what I’ve been interested in since the first moment I saw you. You.”
Panic gone, I was ready to revel in our connection. Dark hair sprinkled over his chest, narrowing as it trailed down to his waist. My hands moved over the tattoos
A hot finger brushed along my cheek, traced my lips. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me. The bed dipped.
I couldn’t stay away any longer.
Theo’s thoughts whispered through my mind. I felt his face nuzzle my hair. And I sighed. It was as if every moment since my return had been leading up to this.
You shouldn’t stay away
, I thought back to him.
It’s our power, remember? The two of us.
Then I looked up and met his eyes. Melted chocolate—the kind that turned darker under heat. A wave of need pulsed through the room as his heartbeat thrummed in sync with mine. We moved together, our lips sealing as if they should have never been apart. His arms wrapped around me as my hands knotted in his hair. This wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. I felt everything about him. His blood pumping through his veins, the sheets tangled under his legs. But his thoughts stayed closed off. While his powers were sporadic, he grew stronger with me in his arms. He could hold his mental walls in place and feed on the energy that spun faster between us.
I was glad for his strength—I didn’t want an errant thought to ruin this moment.
He lifted my shirt over my head and quickly covered me with my quilt, keeping away the chill. My heart pounded. I’d never been so aware of my body before. He sat back and kicked off his shoes. My mouth went dry.
His heavy coat came next, tossed over a chair in the corner. Then he tugged off his shirt. When he turned back to me, the dark intent in his eye was clear. I wore only my panties under the quilt, but in a few moments more, I’d be completely naked.
The panic came quickly. I crossed my arms over my stomach and shivered violently. Naked meant torture. Humiliation. He stretched out beside me, and I automatically flinched away. I wanted this, wanted him. In my mind I knew that. But a lifetime of instincts had reared up inside me. I couldn’t help but fear the pain that had always come when I was at my most vulnerable.
“Open your eyes, Mag.” I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. He pulled back the quilt, and a chill blew across my stomach.
No!
I turned away quickly, instinct screaming at me to run. He grabbed me at the waist; the power between us surged as he held me to the bed.
“No, Mag, look at me. It’s me here with you now. Me touching you. No pain, no embarrassment. Just me.”
I held on to the melting chocolate of his eyes. Like a lifeline, he grounded me. No pain here. No blood or shame. Only Theo. With his fingertip, he traced a line between my breasts. “Look,” he murmured.
Along my skin where his finger touched me, a thin glowing line appeared. He drew the glow farther, down to my stomach. The line stayed. The lingering panic eased. This wasn’t my father stripping me for one of his experiments. And the power rising between us wasn’t something to push back.
Theo traced a heart around my belly button, and, softly, I giggled. God, that felt good. I reached up and brushed back the hair from his face. The heat in his eyes turned serious. I pulled him to me. A soft, sweet kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asked in that gravelly voice.
“I know who you are, Theo. I want to know what this power is capable of. What
we
are capable of.”
He narrowed his eyes. “So you’re only interested in the power, then?”
I couldn’t help but smile. That had been my worry the first time we’d felt the connection between us—that he was only using me for my power. “No,” I said. “I’m interested in what I’ve been interested in since the first moment I saw you. You.”
Panic gone, I was ready to revel in our connection. Dark hair sprinkled over his chest, narrowing as it trailed down to his waist. My hands moved over the tattoos
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