Free Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) by James Johnson

major wine retailer. Wine…and beer…need to be treated with respect. This wine’s been handled gently, kept from light and extreme temperatures, and shown love and appreciation. Now it’s giving back to us.”
    Jena’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. “Kinda like us humans, huh?”
    “I would say that’s a good analogy,” answered Steven. He took a bite of the pizza.
    “Oh Jena, you’re right. The pizza is excellent. James Café is my kind of place.”
    “Okay,” said Jena. “Enough about pizza and wine. I’m curious about your life.”
    “Just as I’m curious about yours,” echoed Steven.
    “I asked first. Come on, mystery man. Tell me about the last twenty years.”
    Steven hesitated. “Alright, you asked for it. What do you want first, the good or the bad or the ugly?”
    Jena leaned back in her seat and placed one leg over his knee. Steven watched her do that thing with her hair, pulling it behind one ear. She looked so relaxed and happy…and so damn sexy.
    “Oh, Steven, I haven’t changed a whole lot since we hung out. You know what I want. Give me the ugly first.”
    “Okay,” said Steven. “Let me go back.”
    Jena then saw “the look.” Steven got it when he slipped away into his own little world. There were the faraway eyes and the undecipherable half-smile. Yes, she remembered as if it were yesterday. A handful of times in the past she had witnessed it. She and Shelly never ceased to be amazed when Steven took off into himself.
    Steven’s eyes spoke of mystery, adventure and sensuality. They exposed the raw underbelly of his nomadic nature. Behind that ambiguous stare lay the secrets of his soul. It was determination and lust for life. It was a burning intelligence that couldn’t be cornered. It was stubbornness and honesty and a mixed bag of human complexities. It was a quirky madness that few understood. It was the uniqueness that was Steven.
    Steven had an insatiable curiosity, an innate drive to explore the unknown. He had always been that way, sort of living on the edge. There was an element of recklessness that was both exciting and dangerous. There was also a genuine, sweet innocence about him that was spellbinding. Most people didn’t begin to understand him.
    More than anything else “the look” revealed his sensuous side. It exposed a longing to touch and be touched. All one had to do was look past the thin layer of shyness to see what resided underneath. Nothing gave him more pleasure than giving pleasure.
    Steven wore his carnal desires such as to tease. He was a genuine romantic who, without realizing it, captivated women with his spellbinding manner. He just naturally tapped into the female psyche, capturing their hearts and freeing their most primitive desires. Steven was real and he was hot. And he loved the taste of a woman.

Chapter 13
    J ena didn’t even pretend to understand the total Steven. All she knew was that he was irresistible to her. Over the course of 24 hours, or was it twenty years, she had fallen in love with him. She was absolutely consumed by this incredibly fascinating man. Nothing else mattered. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to share life’s ups and downs with the man she loved. She wanted to share herself with him, give herself to him in every capacity. She wanted to make love to her most sensuous man all day, every day.
    Steven laid a hand upon her thigh. He gently stroked it as he began to speak.
    “Jena, I guess about the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me was the Venezuelan incident. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
    “Of course I do,” answered Jena. “Now you’ve got my curiosity aroused.”
    Jena was getting turned on listening to him speak. She knew his stories would be exciting. Not to mention the fact that his hand had slipped a little higher up her thigh. She could feel that early tingling sensation that would soon overtake her.
    “Well,” said Steven, “This goes back a few years.