the heat that was burning inside her. His own talent flashed into full-rez mode, challenging her to a reckless paranormal duel. She met the midnight ice of his energy field with the blazing fires of her own psychic senses.
The clash of their auras was the most exhilarating experience she had ever known. For the first time since the Disaster, she felt free to let herself test the limits of her new talent. Thrill after thrill coursed through her. She did not have to be cautious with Cyrus. There was no need for restraint.
“You can handle my aura,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he said. His mouth shifted a little, deepening the already deep kiss. When he raised his head his eyes were pools of hot ice. “Anytime.”
The sexy edge on the word sent more chills of excitement across her senses. She reached up and pulled his mouth back down to hers. A daring recklessness drove her now.
The heat building between them threatened to outdo the fireworks produced by the aurora light. She had never been so thrillingly aroused in her life. She wrapped one jean-clad leg around his thigh. He groaned, caught her around the waist, and lifted her higher so that she could get both of her legs around him. She clung to him, kissing him wildly.
He swung around and braced her against the wall. Flattening one hand on the wooden paneling beside her head, he undid the front of her shirt. Her bra surrendered beneath his touch and then he was cupping one of her breasts in his palm. His thumb teased her nipple. His breathing roughened. She knew that she was pushing him to his limits and she savored the knowledge that she had the power to do it.
“Yes,” she whispered into his ear. “Yes. Tonight. Now.”
Another burst of aurora light lit up the room. Cyrus abruptly went very still. It was as if the pulse of paranormal energy outside had flipped a switch somewhere inside him. She could literally feel the mag-steel gates of his control slam into place.
“No,” he said. His voice was ragged but resolute. “Not tonight. You’re about to crash.”
“Not yet. Besides, I told you, I probably won’t be able to sleep at all tonight.”
“You’ll sleep. The crash is going to hit you hard.”
He eased her away from the wall, cradled her in his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom.
He was right. She knew it. But she did not have to like it. She told herself that after-burn sex was always a bad idea, the kind of sex a woman usually regretted in the morning. She had made it a long-standing rule to avoid it. After-burn sex was all hormones and hot psi; not real emotion.
But after-burn sex with Cyrus would have been different, she thought.
No, probably not.
The bedroom was lit with the same flashing paranormal shadows that blazed in the living room. Closing the drapes wouldn’t do much good. Much of the energy came from the paranormal end of the spectrum. It passed easily through fabric. Darkness would come only when her skyrocketing senses finally shut down for some extended rest, assuming they did shut down tonight.
Cyrus set her on her feet and pulled back the covers. The moment his hands left her body she felt the heaviness of the oncoming crash. She yawned and swayed a little.
After-burn sex was always a bad idea
.
“Thanks,” she said. “I guess.”
She sank down on the edge of the bed and started to remove her shoes.
Cyrus watched her for a moment. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Sure, just peachy. Go on, get out of here. You don’t need to keep watch until morning, really.”
“I’m staying. Lyle will be my backup. Between the two of us, no one else will bother you tonight.”
She wanted to protest, but at the same time logic told her that she could not risk becoming sleep-deprived. Sleep-deprivation had disturbing effects on the paranormal senses. Besides, she didn’t think she could ward off the crash for much longer.
She had to rest and recover, and that meant, for now, she
The clash of their auras was the most exhilarating experience she had ever known. For the first time since the Disaster, she felt free to let herself test the limits of her new talent. Thrill after thrill coursed through her. She did not have to be cautious with Cyrus. There was no need for restraint.
“You can handle my aura,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he said. His mouth shifted a little, deepening the already deep kiss. When he raised his head his eyes were pools of hot ice. “Anytime.”
The sexy edge on the word sent more chills of excitement across her senses. She reached up and pulled his mouth back down to hers. A daring recklessness drove her now.
The heat building between them threatened to outdo the fireworks produced by the aurora light. She had never been so thrillingly aroused in her life. She wrapped one jean-clad leg around his thigh. He groaned, caught her around the waist, and lifted her higher so that she could get both of her legs around him. She clung to him, kissing him wildly.
He swung around and braced her against the wall. Flattening one hand on the wooden paneling beside her head, he undid the front of her shirt. Her bra surrendered beneath his touch and then he was cupping one of her breasts in his palm. His thumb teased her nipple. His breathing roughened. She knew that she was pushing him to his limits and she savored the knowledge that she had the power to do it.
“Yes,” she whispered into his ear. “Yes. Tonight. Now.”
Another burst of aurora light lit up the room. Cyrus abruptly went very still. It was as if the pulse of paranormal energy outside had flipped a switch somewhere inside him. She could literally feel the mag-steel gates of his control slam into place.
“No,” he said. His voice was ragged but resolute. “Not tonight. You’re about to crash.”
“Not yet. Besides, I told you, I probably won’t be able to sleep at all tonight.”
“You’ll sleep. The crash is going to hit you hard.”
He eased her away from the wall, cradled her in his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom.
He was right. She knew it. But she did not have to like it. She told herself that after-burn sex was always a bad idea, the kind of sex a woman usually regretted in the morning. She had made it a long-standing rule to avoid it. After-burn sex was all hormones and hot psi; not real emotion.
But after-burn sex with Cyrus would have been different, she thought.
No, probably not.
The bedroom was lit with the same flashing paranormal shadows that blazed in the living room. Closing the drapes wouldn’t do much good. Much of the energy came from the paranormal end of the spectrum. It passed easily through fabric. Darkness would come only when her skyrocketing senses finally shut down for some extended rest, assuming they did shut down tonight.
Cyrus set her on her feet and pulled back the covers. The moment his hands left her body she felt the heaviness of the oncoming crash. She yawned and swayed a little.
After-burn sex was always a bad idea
.
“Thanks,” she said. “I guess.”
She sank down on the edge of the bed and started to remove her shoes.
Cyrus watched her for a moment. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Sure, just peachy. Go on, get out of here. You don’t need to keep watch until morning, really.”
“I’m staying. Lyle will be my backup. Between the two of us, no one else will bother you tonight.”
She wanted to protest, but at the same time logic told her that she could not risk becoming sleep-deprived. Sleep-deprivation had disturbing effects on the paranormal senses. Besides, she didn’t think she could ward off the crash for much longer.
She had to rest and recover, and that meant, for now, she
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