He watched her, also waiting, and seemed to know when she was ready. He raised his hips. She moaned with pleasure, raising and lowering her body.
“Feels so good,” he gasped.
“Yes,” she cried out.
In the background James Bond raced across the screen. Shots rang out, a car crashed and burst into flames. A woman screamed. More shots, running feet.
Darcy ran her hands through her hair. He massaged her breasts, tugging on the nipples. Heat filled her. The blood pounded through her veins. She moved her body against his. Faster, harder.
She heard an old familiar humming in her ears, growing louder. She blocked the sound, only wanting to feel what he was doing to her body. Blocked it as she had when she was younger. The humming stopped as suddenly as it had begun. She only wanted to feel what was happening to her body, the incredible sensations that were exploding inside her.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
She opened her eyes, made the connection. Something passed between them. More than just making love. It was almost as if they were becoming one. Words were no longer necessary between them. She knew what he wanted, needed, without his saying a word.
The fire built inside her. Rising to a crescendo.
Release shook her body. She stilled. Muscles clenched. Heard him cry out and was glad the sound was turned up on the movie. His body suddenly tightened, then slowly relaxed.
She melted against his chest, a film of sweat covering her body as she tried to bring her breathing under control. She’d never, ever had an orgasm like the one she’d just experienced. She was afraid Surlock had ruined her for other men. Right now, she really didn’t care.
She rose slightly, looking into his face. “That was good,” she said, then laughed.
“Yes, it was.” He smiled, but then his face contorted into a grimace of pain. He grabbed his head.
“What? What is it?”
“The screaming,” he gasped. “It won’t stop.”
She quickly slipped off him. “What can I do? The eardrops. I’ll get them.” She rushed over to his slacks and grabbed the bottle out of his pocket, then hurried back.
But when she looked at him, for a moment, she could’ve sworn she looked at the eyes of the wolf. She rubbed her eyes. The wolf eyes were gone and she saw Surlock’s eyes again.
“Ahh … I can’t stand it.”
She ran to him. “I have the drops.” She moved his hand away and hoped she got some inside. It was so dim in the room she could barely see.
She moved to the other ear. He growled from low in his throat. She jumped, but didn’t pause. He was only in pain. She put drops in the other ear. He began to quiet, and when she leaned down and looked into his face, she saw his eyes, not the eyes of an animal. It had only been a trick of the light. That’s all it could have been.
“Better?” she asked.
He nodded, letting out his breath. “I felt as though something tried to pull me away.”
“What do you mean?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“No, it does matter. There could be something seriously wrong. I should take you to the doctor again. This isn’t normal. You could have swelling of the brain or something.”
He shook his head. “I’m feeling better now. No more screaming in my head. And I don’t want to see the doctor.”
“I still think I should call him.” She worried her bottom lip.
He squeezed her arm. “And tell him what? That we mated, then the humming in my head got louder?”
She cocked an eyebrow. “I’d leave out the part about us making love. I’d tell him you overexerted yourself.”
He gave her a wobbly grin. “You think I did?”
“Well, no, I mean—”
“I enjoyed mating—making love with you.”
She smiled. “I enjoyed it, too.” And she was now naked in front of him and she was more than a little self-conscious. “There’s a bathroom on the other side of that door. I’ll slip to my room and freshen up. I’ll meet you back in here. And I will call Dr. Wilson just to see what he thinks.”
He nodded. “If it will make you feel better.”
“It will.” She scooped up her clothes and hurried from the room. As she slipped inside her bedroom, she wondered exactly what she thought she saw happening to Surlock. She might have tried to dismiss it as the light, but something strange had happened.
And why had the humming in her ears suddenly started up again? She’d actually forgotten about it until now. She dropped her clothes in the hamper, then turned the water on in the shower.
Strange things were starting to happen. She’d never felt this connection with someone when she had sex. Hell, she’d never felt any connection.
Darcy shook her head and stepped in the shower. Nothing strange had happened. The humming had started because she’d been—excited. Nothing more. And it was just as she’d thought, Surlock knew how to please a woman. She’d only had the best orgasm ever and was still in shock.
Right?
CHAPTER 6
Surlock stared into the bathroom mirror. What had happened in there? For a moment, he’d been someone else. No, something else, and that something else had tried to take over his body. A deep shudder washed over him.
The humming grew louder in his ears. Not as loud as before, but enough that he knew it was there. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe the blow to his head had affected him more than he’d thought. Maybe … He scraped his fingers through his hair.
Who the hell was he?
He turned on the water, splashing some on his face. He didn’t belong here. He could feel it all the way to his bones. Could he be this secret agent man like the James Bond character? He’d remembered he was a hunter, but not much else.
Was he one of the good guys? There had been killers in the movie as well. Darcy had said they were the bad guys. If he could be one of the good guys, couldn’t he be a bad one just as well?
He jumped when someone tapp ed on the door of the bathroom. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?” Darcy asked.
He patted his face dry on the hand towel, tossing it on the counter. When he opened the door, he was in control again. “Yes, all better.” He smiled.
“You look worried,” she said. She took his hand and squeezed.
Worried? Surlock had thought he could hide what he felt from Darcy. Apparently not. She had easily picked up on his emotions. Again he wondered at the bond between them.
“I’ll find out who you are, don’t worry. The doctor said your memory would come back naturally. He said the humming you’re hearing might be from trying too hard to remember.”
“He’s probably right. There’s no pain now.”
His gaze swept over her. Darcy was fresh from the shower. She smelled sweet. He’d loved mating with her. She’d given as much as he had. By the gods, he didn’t want to hurt her if it turned out he was a criminal.
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was smooth, soft. She smiled and his pulse quickened. “Am I one of the good guys?” His voice sounded raspy.
“Of course, you’re one of the good guys,” she said softly.
“But how can you be sure?”
She stepped closer, and his arms automatically went around her, settling on her hips.
“You’re one of the good guys because I’d know if you weren’t. I have fantastic instincts. Besides, remember what you said? You’re here to protect someone, not hurt them. What kind of bad guy would protect someone?”
He sighed, knowing she was probably right. “I don’t feel like one of those killers in the movie.”
She leaned back and looked him in the eye. “Exactly.”
Her lips were too soft and inviting. He lowered his mouth to hers, then pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss. She was sweet and hot all mixed together, and he wanted her again. But he wasn’t sure he could go through another episode where it felt as though something was trying to possess him. He ended the kiss.