yet more electricity and heat between them. Everywhere he touched, her blue aura danced with silvery light.
Bobbie sucked in a shaky breath, battling the way her body was responding to his caress. Her nipples were rock hard and between her legs an insistent throb had her damp and achy. There was no denying his actions were the reason for it, but she needed to maintain a level head.
“Are you saying I’m like them?” she asked, and laid her hands against his chest. As she did so, another wave of power had her biting her lip against the sensations rocketing through her, which were mirrored in the rain-forest green of his eyes.
“Not quite. Their touch didn’t make me feel like this,”he admitted. Beneath the controlled tone of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder in the distance.
She licked her lips and gazed at him again, noted the concern and ardor battling in his features as he released her and backed a few feet away, creating needed space, but also a strange sensation of emptiness within her.
He continued with his explanation. “When they touched me, it was like I had run into an electrified fence. Intense shocks nearly took me down each time they laid their hands on me.”
“But you got away. Did you do the same thing when you touched them?” she asked, and because she seemed to need something to do with her hands, she picked up the glass of scotch and took a quick sip. That perfect nose once again twitched in apparent distaste, although she didn’t release her grip on the tumbler.
“I thought there was a jolt when we fought, but I’m not sure.”
“Seems weird that you don’t know what you can do.” Her training as a Marine had taught her to understand her strengths and avoid any weaknesses. Years of training and war had honed that awareness of her abilities.
His lips thinned and she realized how her comment could have been taken as condemnation, so she quickly did damage repair. “In the Marines we were trained to know what we could do. I’m guessing you weren’t lucky enough to have someone to help you like that.”
“I’ve had no one.” The pain behind the words was achingly alive, so much so that she couldn’t ignore it even though the last thing she wanted was to get more involved with him. She’d already had too much of conflict and wanted nothing more than a peaceful and stable life.
But she couldn’t ignore his pain, so she closed the distance between them and cradled his cheek. That unnerving chatter of energy greeted her, but she pushed it back as she said, “I’m here now.”
Adam’s stomach did a somersault while his heart constricted almost painfully. “Now” was so fleeting an instant in time, but he welcomed it. In the brief moments that Fate had tossed them together, the growing emptiness he had been experiencing had abated.
He locked his gaze with hers—that smoky-hot look which ignited heat like that of the finely aged scotch he had tasted earlier. Shifting his face, her palm was soft against the rasp of his evening beard. A memory rose up, of the cat twisting and lifting its head for her caress. The pleasure that followed.
He wished he could do the same. Feel her touch across his skin. Experience the wonder of her kiss, but kissing her…
Kissing her would be insane, he thought in that split second before he made up his mind.
CHAPTER
11
I t was like grabbing a live wire, Bobbie thought as his lips closed over hers. And although common sense told her to run, she couldn’t deny that death had been too recent a visitor in her life and his touch made her feel alive again.
His kiss sparked sensation all along her body, whipping up the need that had already been simmering between them. Shifting ever nearer, she laid her hand on his shoulder to center herself as her head swam from the force of the desire snaking through her body.
The kiss continued as she met his mouth again and again. He was a wonderful kisser, knowing just when to back off and when to
Bobbie sucked in a shaky breath, battling the way her body was responding to his caress. Her nipples were rock hard and between her legs an insistent throb had her damp and achy. There was no denying his actions were the reason for it, but she needed to maintain a level head.
“Are you saying I’m like them?” she asked, and laid her hands against his chest. As she did so, another wave of power had her biting her lip against the sensations rocketing through her, which were mirrored in the rain-forest green of his eyes.
“Not quite. Their touch didn’t make me feel like this,”he admitted. Beneath the controlled tone of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder in the distance.
She licked her lips and gazed at him again, noted the concern and ardor battling in his features as he released her and backed a few feet away, creating needed space, but also a strange sensation of emptiness within her.
He continued with his explanation. “When they touched me, it was like I had run into an electrified fence. Intense shocks nearly took me down each time they laid their hands on me.”
“But you got away. Did you do the same thing when you touched them?” she asked, and because she seemed to need something to do with her hands, she picked up the glass of scotch and took a quick sip. That perfect nose once again twitched in apparent distaste, although she didn’t release her grip on the tumbler.
“I thought there was a jolt when we fought, but I’m not sure.”
“Seems weird that you don’t know what you can do.” Her training as a Marine had taught her to understand her strengths and avoid any weaknesses. Years of training and war had honed that awareness of her abilities.
His lips thinned and she realized how her comment could have been taken as condemnation, so she quickly did damage repair. “In the Marines we were trained to know what we could do. I’m guessing you weren’t lucky enough to have someone to help you like that.”
“I’ve had no one.” The pain behind the words was achingly alive, so much so that she couldn’t ignore it even though the last thing she wanted was to get more involved with him. She’d already had too much of conflict and wanted nothing more than a peaceful and stable life.
But she couldn’t ignore his pain, so she closed the distance between them and cradled his cheek. That unnerving chatter of energy greeted her, but she pushed it back as she said, “I’m here now.”
Adam’s stomach did a somersault while his heart constricted almost painfully. “Now” was so fleeting an instant in time, but he welcomed it. In the brief moments that Fate had tossed them together, the growing emptiness he had been experiencing had abated.
He locked his gaze with hers—that smoky-hot look which ignited heat like that of the finely aged scotch he had tasted earlier. Shifting his face, her palm was soft against the rasp of his evening beard. A memory rose up, of the cat twisting and lifting its head for her caress. The pleasure that followed.
He wished he could do the same. Feel her touch across his skin. Experience the wonder of her kiss, but kissing her…
Kissing her would be insane, he thought in that split second before he made up his mind.
CHAPTER
11
I t was like grabbing a live wire, Bobbie thought as his lips closed over hers. And although common sense told her to run, she couldn’t deny that death had been too recent a visitor in her life and his touch made her feel alive again.
His kiss sparked sensation all along her body, whipping up the need that had already been simmering between them. Shifting ever nearer, she laid her hand on his shoulder to center herself as her head swam from the force of the desire snaking through her body.
The kiss continued as she met his mouth again and again. He was a wonderful kisser, knowing just when to back off and when to
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