Untouched by Sara Humphreys Page B

for her body and burned under the touch of his hot stare. She propped herself on her elbows in an effort to bring his attention back to her face, which she suspected glowed bright red.
    His eyes locked with hers. “You fainted, and I carried you up here,” he said with an all too sexy edge. His face remained a mask of calm arrogance.
    Kerry’s eyes narrowed, and she eyed him suspiciously. “And that’s all?”
    “That’s all that happened.” A crooked smile cracked his handsome face. “At least that’s all that happened here,” he said with a wave of his hand.
    Dread crept up her belly, and she swallowed hard. “What do you mean here ?”
    “Well, the dream realm,” he breathed. “Now that’s a different story entirely. I quite enjoyed the oasis you created in the middle of New York City. It was incredibly beautiful and seductive.” He reached up and traced his finger along her quivering lower lip. “Just like you.”
    Kerry froze, and all the blood drained from her face. “What?” The word came out in a rush as every bit of air left her lungs.
    “Kerry,” he whispered her name seductively, took her face in his hand, and kept his eyes locked on hers. Warmth flooded her body, and desire coiled tightly deep inside of her. “Please let me in.” He leaned in and trailed delicate kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Kerry’s breathing came quickly, and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or lust. “Tell me,” he murmured against her throat between butterfly kisses. “Tell me again. What do you see when I touch you?”
    Her mind raced frantically, unable to process the overwhelming pleasure and be logical at the same time. How could he know about her curse? She had told him in her dream. But that was just a dream, wasn’t it?
    She knew that she should get up and run out of this room and never look back. From the second she met him, her life had gotten more bizarre with every passing hour. But she was tired of being alone and keeping so much of herself a secret. Hope glimmered cruelly—all of that could be behind her.
    She closed her eyes and sank into the delicious sensation of his lips, soft and fluttering along her skin. He placed one last kiss at the corner of her mouth.
    “Tell me. What do you see when I touch you?” he asked in a voice gruff with desire. “Kerry, look at me.”
    Gathering her courage, Kerry opened her eyes and found herself looking into a pair of familiar glowing embers. They burned brightly, like fiery stars in a night sky. They were the very same eyes as the fox from her dream.
    “Your eyes,” she breathed softly as he held her gaze. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “The fox,” she said with a mixture of relief and wonder. “I see the fox.”
    Before she could say more his mouth crashed down on hers with a savage intensity that sent bolts of pleasure throughout her body. The fox image burst into her mind, and years of pent up passion bubbled inside and boiled over. She opened up to him and reveled in the feel of his lips melding with hers.
    Kerry wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, relishing the weight of his hard masculine body on top of her. It felt so good to touch and be touched. A delicious tingling spread across her skin, and heat pooled low in her belly. She moaned softly as he kissed her with devilishly talented lips.
    Kerry felt more alive in these last few moments than she had her entire life. She loved the way his muscles moved in his back—rippling, raw power pulsed beneath her fingertips. He shifted and settled his rock-hard body between her legs. Kerry wrapped one long leg around his in an effort to get even closer. He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue sweeping velvet strokes along the roof of her mouth. She responded feverishly, exploring his lips with hers, and thought she might lose herself in the pleasure. His hands tangled in her hair; his fingers massaged her scalp. Instinctively, she moved her hips against him, the