Free Windburn (Nightwing# 2) by Juliette Cross

over mine for the first time, forcing my lips apart, demanding my full and complete attention. He had it. My fingers curled around his forearms, my blood racing for an entirely different reason. He whispered against my lips, “Never,” and I yielded, accepting his kiss without a thought. He swept in, an aggressive invasion of teeth and tongue. His fingers combed into my hair, wrapping my skull, keeping me at the perfect angle for his onslaught of sensation. I moaned into his mouth. It felt so good. I wanted more. God help me, I wanted more.
    If anyone was looking, there was no doubt we were breaking the protocol against inner-office affairs. I didn’t give a fuck. He obviously didn’t either.
    After a lengthy, wet, mind-numbing kiss, he drew back. “You’re moving into my place tonight.”
    I struggled to catch my breath, but finally did. “Let go, Lorian.” I tugged on his arms gently this time, asking with my eyes, more than demanding with my voice.
    He released me, keeping his wings up as a shield.
    “I need to get back to the office.” And by office, I meant the one at Linden and Burke, not the one at Nightwing Industries.
    “I’ll follow you.”
    “No!” I took a deep breath, lowering my voice. “No. I’m fine. I need to immerse myself in work. There’s tons of planning left to be done on the public relations end of this deal. At the pace Ragnor is going, I don’t want to fall behind.”
    He stared at me for a long moment before finally stepping back and letting me slide back into the car. I slammed the car door shut and took off, unsettled for more than one reason.
    So, I had a cult fanatic for a stalker who meant business. He had money and the resources to disengage a car alarm from an alleged thief-proof vehicle. This wasn’t just some crazy whack-job. He was meticulous and smart, which meant I truly was in danger.
    But more than that, there was a Morgon man already under my skin where no man belonged. Lorian… Lorian who didn’t give a damn how long and hard I’d been building that wall to keep men out. Every touch of his, every kiss demanded that I yield, that I lower my shields. Most Morgon men were dominant. I laughed to myself, sounding like a lunatic to my own ears. None of them exuded the pulsing power of dominance like Lorian Nightwing, commanding my submission with raw, rugged sensuality. I careened around a corner, speeding faster, as if physical distance could expel him from my mind.
    Deep breath in, deep breath out.
    There’s no way in hell I was moving in with him, no matter how skin-melting his kisses were.
    No. Way.

Chapter 7

    I passed the receptionist’s desk, nodding to Sherrie who was a plump nine-months pregnant.
    “Still with us?”
    She grimaced. “Barely. Please don’t ask me to file anything. My back is killing me.”
    “No. Take it easy. Is my mom in?”
    “Yes. In her office.”
    Down the hall, I found her, the woman whose shape and hair so closely resembled mine. Instead of green, her eyes were a light, tawny brown, always warming me when I looked into them.
    “Hi, sweetie. How’s the Nightwing project going?”
    “Oh, it’s going.”
    “Everything’s progressing well?”
    “Mm-hm. The interior designer, Willow Silverback, and I are a perfect team.”
    “And, Mr. Nightwing? He isn’t too difficult to work with, is he?”
    “Oh, he’s difficult, but I’m handling him.” And he was handling me.
    “Excellent. We’ve already gotten two new Morgon clients because the Nightwings so graciously selected our firm. Things are looking up for Linden and Burke.” She shuffled some papers into a pile as I walked to her side table and poured a glass of water. “I appreciate you working so hard on this one, Sorcha.”
    “My pleasure, Mom.” More than she knew. “Have we found a replacement for Sherrie yet while she’s on leave?”
    “Oh, damn. I was supposed to take care of that. I keep forgetting to place the ad.”
    “Don’t. I’d like to hire Ella if