She had lost her only protection as he held her? Her tote held her knife and the small gun she carried when she couldn’t wear her weapons. She never let it off her arm unless absolutely necessary. And she had never, ever dropped it.
She flinched as the driver’s side door opened and he got in. She could smell him, an intoxicating blend of the night and the seasons merging into his scent.
“Ready?” His voice was dark, the rasp of a sexually aroused primal male ready to claim a female.
She lifted her head, inhaling deeply as her gaze met his.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
She was past ready. Her body was screaming for him now. Her senses were dazed, her mind in upheaval. She couldn’t think of anything past his touch, gorging herself on him, sating the hunger raging in her flesh.
She had gone from a lifetime of never caring either way if she lay beneath a man, to being suddenly desperate to feel him covering her.
Lance started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot as Harmony kept her peripheral vision trained on the small mirror at the side of her door. She could see no evidence that they were being followed, but her nape prickled in awareness.
Unfortunately her survival instinct was squelched the moment Lance’s hand moved from the gearshift to lift hers from her lap.
“Your hands are soft.” His voice was a bit unsteady, his lust rising as he laid her hand on the gearshift, covering it with his own as he drove.
“Thank you.” She had learned how to flirt within a year of her escape from the labs. She knew the word games, the social repartee that kept men at a distance. But none of it came to mind now.
All she knew was the pulse of her heartbeat in the stiffness of her nipples, in the engorged bud of her clitoris and her hungry vagina. She was so wet she could feel her own juices dampening the silk of her thong and the rasp of the swollen folds of her pussy against the ultrasoft denim she wore.
His thumb caressed over hers, the faintly calloused flesh exciting sensitive nerve endings as Harmony fought to catch her breath.
“Is this your first time to Broken Butte?” His voice was quiet in the confines of the vehicle.
Harmony shifted in her seat, swallowing tightly as she frowned at the oddly sweet taste filling her mouth. She wanted his taste. The rich earthy essence of the wind and the land against her tongue.
“Yes.” She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes briefly in an effort to maintain her control.
She had never been on such an edge. She didn’t feel wholly herself, and that was damned scary. She had never been out of control. She processed information quickly and her decisions were ones she knew had merit.
This hunger had no merit, it made no sense. The completely illogical clawing need was throwing her mind and her body into havoc.
She had never given her status as a female much consideration, until now. Now she could feel the weakening arousal, the pulse of melting flesh between her thighs, a hunger to submit, to be possessed.
“Have you been here long?” His thumb drew circles at the side of her hand, caressing and massaging as she turned slowly to him.
She just needed one more taste. Her breathing was heavy, labored as he flicked on the turn signal and turned off the main road onto a graveled drive. It stretched ahead of them, never ending, and the wracking desire filling her senses was finding no relief.
“I haven’t been here long,” she whispered in reply, her gaze centering on his lips. “Kiss me again, Lance.”
His grimace was tight, pained.
“If I kiss you again, I’m not going to make it to the house before I have you beneath me.”
“I don’t care.” She really didn’t care. All that mattered was that kiss, his touch.
His hand tightened on hers briefly before he lifted her fingers and laid them back in her lap.
“We’re almost at the house.” His voice was as strained and tense as she felt. “Just another minute or two, sweetheart.”
He shifted in his seat, obviously hoping to relieve the pressure of his jeans on his erection. She could smell his hunger wrapping around her.
Harmony closed her eyes, fighting to hold back, to wait, just a few more minutes. Her dazed senses were demanding, this strange, unknown arousal so imperative every inch of her flesh ached for his touch.
And she was on fire. She felt as though she were in the midst of a fever, flushed, so sensitive that the air inside the Jeep seemed too heavy to breathe.
“God, the look on your face.” His voice was strained as the Jeep accelerated. “You’re killing me here.”
She opened her eyes, laying her head back on the headrest as she watched him through drowsy eyes.
“What do I look like?”
“Hungry,” he whispered. “So aroused and hungry that you make me ache to see you sated.”
Could she be sated?
“I want you now,” she said softly. “And that terrifies me. A bit,” she acknowledged with a wry smile.
Life had to mean something to you for you to fear the consequences of your actions. Her own life had never mattered much beyond fulfilling her responsibilities to others. Until now.
Living meant pleasure now. It meant his touch, his kiss, an adventure in sensation she had never imagined she would find.
“There’s the house.” He nodded ahead as the headlights picked up the faint outline of a single-story ranch. The sprawling design looked lazy and comfortable, the porch light bathing the front of the house in a gentle inviting glow.
Lance pulled the Jeep to a stop beside the cement walkway that led to the porch. Pulling the keys free of the ignition, he turned to his guest and watched her silently.
Her pale green eyes stared back at him from drowsily lowered lids as the flush on her cheeks and the swollen curves of her lips attested to her arousal.
He was in agony himself. His cock was like a wedge of iron in his pants, hot and throbbing in need to bury itself inside her. His tongue ached to taste her. The taste of her just might well be addictive. He was tormented with the memory of it—the subtle sweetness, the hint of heat.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded back, her expression somber as he opened his door to step out of the vehicle. But he paused. Just one taste. They were close enough to the house. He could surely keep his control long enough to taste her one more time.
He let her move ahead of him to the sidewalk, his gaze dropping to the bunch and sway of her buttocks, his hands itching to grip them, to clench and hold tight as he pounded inside her.
He grimaced at the rising lust tormenting his balls. They were as tight as his cock, tortured, aching for release. He’d thought he wanted her before that kiss, but after his lips touched hers, the hunger had only increased. Was rapidly increasing even now.
“Here we go.” He let his hand rest on her hip as he opened the screen door and dug his keys from his pocket. He grunted at the pinch of the material against his erection, but managed to pull the key ring free.
He unlocked the door and stepped in, scanning the interior quickly, his senses picking up every nuance of the house as he surveyed the room.
“You have a beautiful home.” She stepped into the entryway, her voice soft. The soft light overhead created a gentle halo around the silken mass of dark russet hair that fell sleekly about her face.
“Hungry?”
She shook her head no and he felt his muscles tighten further. If possible, his cock got harder.
“Drink?”
“No, thank you.” Her arms hung at her sides as though relaxed, but he could feel the tension filling her.
Holding out his hand in invitation, he watched as she reached out for him without hesitation. Her slender fingers curled into his, warm. Accepting. Willing.
He couldn’t help but smile down at her, loving that little light of perplexed curiosity that filled her gaze each time he did so. As though no one had ever smiled at her before.