Desiree
After a moment’s meditation and a deep sigh, my focus honed in on the man who had pushed, pulled, and dragged my willpower past its limits. Although he hadn’t physically moved, I could sense Khane distancing himself from me mentally.
“Get some rest. I’ll do a security sweep,” he said out of the blue.
In other words, let me get away from you before I give in to your drawn-out touches and lingering stares. When it came to my actions with him, I didn’t want to be decent, good, or right. My body and mind agreed with each other on the matter, wanting him in the worst way.
Ignoring the attraction was useless. It wasn’t some lost emotion that was dredged up because I had been lonely and needed to connect. This was pure uncontained power, a circuit that had been switched on and set on high. Khane was the source of the spark that lit the magnificent fire, one that was set to consume me.
I sat for ten long minutes, waiting for him to finish his sweep. When I gathered that he had no intention of returning, I went in search of him.
The sound of metal tools clinking against each other drew me towards the garage with its thick, log walls. The open back wall let in the view of a beautiful moon kissed night. The stars winked like they sensed my raging need to be near Khane. It was like they knew that we were fighting the losing battle of stomping down our chemistry. Trees breached the darkness enough that I made out the flutter of leaves and the sway of branches.
Khane was bent under the hood of a muscle car, a black, 1969 Pontiac GTO. The car was a pleasant surprise, but it fit his personality better than the truck he usually drove. He was rebuilding it from the ground up based on the thousands of parts scattered about the garage. The finish on the jet black paint was glossy enough to be a mirror. My roaming gaze caught the bumper of a dark colored truck parked outside the garage. Did all their safe houses come equipped with getaway cars?
Khane’s back tensed as soon as he sensed my presence, but he didn’t stop as the wrench in his hand continued to twist and grip metal.
Like the pest I had become, I strolled up to him, close enough to be enveloped in his warmth and to catch a whiff of his scent.
I busied my hands by gripping the car’s front-end before I leaned under the raised hood and surveyed the open cavity like I knew what I was looking at. Most of the innards were missing but I could clearly see the engine.
The light shining in from the wall behind us provided a bright view under the hood. I still had no explanation for why I was so drawn to his scent, but my sense of smell seemed to come alive for Khane.
“I know you’re avoiding me. I know it’s wrong on so many levels for me to want you, but I honestly don’t think I can help myself. I’ve finally accepted that my control is lost when it comes to you.”
He lifted from his bent position under the hood, turned, and stared, his gaze raking up my body, with enough deliberate intensity to tighten my nipples. In nothing but his big T-shirt, he noticed my reaction, his eyes on my tits.
The want and urgent craving I had for him climbed from the grave I’d tried to shove them into and sat on the surface of my desire, refusing to be ignored. The charged air surrounding us urged me to act, to indulge in what it desired most—Khane.
Drawn closer to his strong body, I slid my fingers along his side and caused his breath to hitch. Having eyes the same color made his face seem off, but I’m sure it was just me embracing my weirdness.
The protest to what I was doing reflected strongly in his gaze, but his fingertips were at my waist, nonetheless. The connection between us was intense with flowing desire and biting lust that had my breaths rushing out in quick heaves.
The jolts of consuming emotions swallowed me whole. Never having experienced anything like it, I stopped trying to control it when I realized I could no less regulate my connection to him, than I could my need for air. Consequences be damned. I was set to take my punishment when the time came.
“Desiree, we…”
“You’re the only joy I have in this situation, one that could end up getting me killed,” I said, cutting him off. “Don’t you know that? Don’t you understand it?” I stressed.
When his too-big shorts slipped down my legs and landed on the floor, I didn’t bother reaching to pick them up. I stepped out of them and allowed my hands to slide up his muscular arms until they met at his neck.
He visibly swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed as the strain in his clenched jaw eased. The sight of his tongue swiping across his lips had me licking mine, remembering how delicious his kisses had been.
“Khane, I…”
He shook his head, causing me to shut up on a dime. His eyes were caressing my body now, the expression smoldering enough to set me ablaze. I’d opened this door, kicked it in, and pursued him. I had been the stalking predator, unable to resist the bigger prey, one powerful enough to devour me whole. Based on the glint in his eyes, I was immediately aware that I had awakened the animal in him.
“Can I touch you, Desiree?” He was washing his hands on a clean towel now. His penetrating gaze bored into mine.
“Yes.” My word was shaky, breathy.
“Anywhere?” He tossed the towel.
“Yes. Anywhere,” I replied.
“With whatever I want?” My eyes dropped to the wicked bulge straining against his pants.
“Yes. With whatever you want.” It didn’t matter what he asked; I was going to tell him yes.