Into a Dangerous Mind (16 page)

Cassidy gasped when he slid his hands under the soft clingy fabric of her shirt to skim over the sensitive skin below.
 
He spanned both hands around her ribcage and used his thumbs to tease the sensitive underside of her breasts.
 
“So soft…”

“Touch me, Zach.”
 
Her breathing was ragged, her exhales low throaty moans.
 
He finally pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away.
 
She pulled his off as well and dipped her mouth to his again.
 
They kissed even as his fingers continued to stroke and arouse.
 
He pulled away from the kiss gently and reached forward to unclip the small clasp in the front of her bra.
 
Slipping it open, his groin throbbed as her breasts spilled free in front of his face.

He looked up into her stormy eyes, her expression warring between self-consciousness and need.
 
“You’re so beautiful…”

.”

Tears glistened unshed in her eyes.
 
Placing open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, he continued farther down until he reached her full round breasts.
 
He traced the areola gently with his tongue, and tiny arrows of pleasure and shock raced through both of them.
 
He left his shields loosely open so she could feel the head of his erection throb and his balls tighten in response to her.

She moaned long and low and then called out his name as he took one swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily.
 
He teased with tongue and teeth and reveled when she writhed wantonly against him.
 
She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him close to keep his mouth against her breast.
 
Her skin tasted like heaven, cool and slightly salty.
 
He only pulled back long enough to take the other breast deep into his mouth for the same treatment.

Her soft mewling sounds of pleasure sent another geyser of lava through his veins and straight to his aching erection.
 
As if she sensed his need, she ground against him, surprising a strangled moan from his throat, only to be swallowed by her honeyed lips.
 
Before he realized she’d reached between them to unzip his jeans, her long nimble fingers wrapped around him.

Through their link he sensed the dripping wetness between her thighs and slowly unzipped her jeans and played his fingers just underneath the lacy fabric of her underwear to tease the top edge where her curls began.

Even with his shields closed tight, he strained against the chains of his own control.
 
He struggled with himself not to throw her down and take her on the floor like an animal.
 
Instead, he leaned to the side, trying to lay her back tenderly onto the couch.
 
But she surprised him, dancing away out of his reach.

She stood in front of him, her eyes still stormy and dark with desire, tinted with a hint of mischief.
 
She toed off her boots and then using both thumbs slowly slid the jeans over her rounded hips and down her long, slim legs.
 
She only smiled at him as he moaned at the sight of her simple pink bikini underwear.

He reached for her and she evaded his hands.
 
“Off,” she said, pointing to his jeans.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
 
Zach stood and pulled off his jeans as quickly as he could.

“Hmm, a boxer man.”
 
Her voice low and sultry, she stepped out of her own underwear.

Zach gasped at the sight of her—totally stunning.
 
He opened his shields so she could truly know his reaction.
 
Her skin was just a shade darker than the silky cream of a redhead with a soft dusting of freckles.
 
Lovely curves just begged to be traced and caressed with hands and tongue.
 
No anorexic model, but a full and sumptuous woman who steadily pushed him past control.

She stepped forward to run her hands down his chest and then down further until she pushed his boxers down to pool at his feet.

She pressed her body against his swollen erection, and the sensation of her hot flesh against his broke through the last shreds of his hard won control.
 
He captured her tighter against him and plundered her mouth.

Reaching down between them, he cupped her and then slipped a single finger inside her wetness.
 
When her muscles clamped hard around him, he had to clench his teeth to hold himself back from the brink.

He pulled her down onto the couch and lowered himself on top of her.
 
Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him deeply.
 
He opened his mind to join with hers and then slipped slowly inside her wetness.

He swallowed her moan—long, low, throaty.
 
Then she arched up to meet him, to take him in fully, her legs scissored around his hips.

”

”

The vortex between them tightened further and further, dragging them toward a climax so large it scared them both.
 
The point where the end would normally come passed them by and still they moved together faster, harder, deeper—both frantically seeking their release.
 
Time blurred until they balanced on a sword tip of sensations.

Zach thrust into her deep and hard, reveling in the knowledge that she still begged him for more.

”
 
Zach startled as he realized he wasn’t sure whose thought he still heard ringing inside his head.

Zach’s gift reached out to join with hers.
 
His power rose up to meet hers and suddenly a molten flood of pleasure and raw power erupted inside them.
 
Just before he fell over the brink, he realized too late his power had battered against the partially closed door deep inside her mind.

He barely had time to gasp as the door to her gift burst open and another orgasm slammed into them in tandem with the wave of fully released power.
 
Cassidy arched against him and clamped so tight around him it hurt.

After the world settled, Zach tried briefly to analyze what just happened, but decided there wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to do a proper job of it.

“Mmm,” she agreed and snuggled against him.

He smiled and let the aftershocks of mind-blowing sex play through both of them.

As the blood slowly returned to the proper proportions inside her brain, Cassidy became aware of Zach’s comforting weight on top of her, still firmly inside her.
 
She gloried in the closeness of their bond—both physical and psychic.

She slowly opened her heavy eyelids and then gasped at the sight that met her.
 
It was as if the entire world had suddenly come into sharper focus, every object outlined in perfect detail.
 
Everything had an almost visible aura, even emotions.

Zach carefully rolled off her and cradled her against his side.
 
Visible waves of concern poured off him and he probed her thoughts to make sure she was all right.

“I’m okay, Zach…I think.”

He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her.
 
“Tell me…”

She slowly sat up to look around the room.
 
Everything was bathed in a new crisp light and she squinted against the suddenly too bright world.
 
“I’m not sure how.”

She closed her eyes and the feeling eased.
 
“As soon as I opened my eyes after…well, after—then everything looked different.
 
Sharper and more well defined, somehow.”

Zach sat up and dragged her against him, his dark brows knitted together in concern.
 
“I’m sorry, Cassidy, I lost control and I shouldn’t have.”

Cassidy pulled back sharply and glared into his eyes.
 
“Are you going to go back to denying us again, Zach?
 
Even after the incredible things we shared?”

“No,” he insisted.
 
“That’s not what I meant.”

He ran his hands through his already tousled black hair, which caused a glorious array of bare male anatomy to be showcased to perfection.
 
Cassidy’s body responded, wanting more of him already.

Zach laughed and blew out a relieved breath, earning another dark glare from Cassidy.
 
“At least you’re not mad enough to not want me anymore.”
 
He leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
 
“I meant that right there at the end, I lost control and let my psychic power flow through you.
 
Yours was powerful enough to answer.”

She laid a hand on his muscled bare shoulder.
 
“I want to share myself with you fully, Zach.
 
I’m not sorry you lost control.”

.”

Relief flowed through her that he wasn’t pulling away again.
 
“If that was hurting me, let’s do it again.”

“Cassidy, I’m serious.”
 
He took her chin between his fingers.
 
“I’ve never been with someone partially open, so I didn’t quite know what to expect, but I shouldn’t have lost control and risked you that way.”

She jerked her chin out of his grasp.
 
“I’m not some fragile rose.
 
I intended to ask you to open my powers fully anyway.
 
But I knew I’d have to talk you into it.
 
Now it’s moot.”

“I would have refused.
 
That’s how the Reaper is killing.
 
He’s forcefully opening the door to their gifts.
 
It’s essentially the same thing I did, but since you were already in an altered state where pleasure and pain blur, I don’t think your body saw it as a trauma.”