Free Carinian's Seeker by T. J. Michaels Page B

I could ask you about it. How did you do that?”
    Bix didn’t answer right away, needing to know a little bit more about where she stood on her abilities. Just because she had them didn’t mean she accepted them. “Did anyone ever try to help you develop your ability?”
    “Are you kidding? Puh-lease. I learned to keep it quiet, especially growing up. People thought I was weird. By the way, handsome,” she crooned, stroking a single finger across a flat male nipple, “you didn’t answer my question.”
    “How did I speak to you in your head? Well, I have a little bit of psychic ability, too.” He left out the part about her being able to hear his thoughts because of their newly forming bond.
    “But I’ve never been able to hear anyone’s words in my head before, Bix.”
    He changed the subject. “Why did you bite me?” he asked, dropping a kiss on the side of her face.
    “I don’t know,” she replied quietly, honestly. She tilted her head to the side, pondering, as if she didn’t understand it herself. “It just kind of felt right. Is that okay?”
    “Baby, you have no idea,” he drawled, lowering his mouth to hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking the plump cherry, then rolled her onto her back and slid home in one smooth stroke. Bix was sure the loving would be easy, slow and tender this time. After all, he’d been sated, right? Wrong. With each slide into Carin’s wet folds, a coal-hot spark shot straight from his dick to his fangs. And the more he sank into her body, the more powerful came the need to join with her, to bond mind, body, blood and soul.
    He couldn’t stay easy and slow with her. His thrusts came faster and harder. The writhing, panting woman with her smooth cocoa legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on didn’t help. He looked down to where the skin of her calves brushed against his thigh. The contrast between her beautiful dark skin and his fairer golden hues was stunningly sensual and strongly erotic. Her pussy fluttered around him and her calves pushed into the meat of his ass, pulling him deeper.
    “I love it when you lose it inside of me. Come with me, baby,” she cried into his thoughts.
    And lose it, he did. Taking her just as deep and hard as the first time. She exploded around him, bathed him with her juices as her pussy tightened and flexed so strongly it felt like she would rip off his dick if he pulled out too fast. The woman milked his come right out of his balls until it blasted against her cervix with such intensity his vision blurred.
    Damn, would he ever have the strength to leave her lush body? He sure as hell hoped not.

Chapter Seven
     
    Carin awoke in the dark. She stretched, then winced as muscles she’d forgotten were capable of becoming sore protested her movements. She rolled to her side, her hands roaming over the cooling sheets where Bix had lain. His natural masculine scent greeted her, but he did not.
    Why had he left her? She couldn’t help feeling disappointment at finding him gone. She thought he’d enjoyed their little tryst. She snorted to herself as she sat up and snapped on the lamp. Well apparently not.
    She rose, padded out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. There, taped to the glass shower stall, was a note. She snatched it down and felt her cheeks heat. Her lips parted in a wide grin as she read it.
    Sweetheart,
    Had to run out and get some work done on another project. Thank you for a fabulous dinner. I have no regrets that we never got around to eating it. I wrapped everything back up and put it in your little fridge. Enjoy. It’s Thai. You’re something special. Can’t think of a single evening I’ve enjoyed more in a long, long time. I’ll see you again very soon.
    Always,
    Bix
    PS—Charles gave me the spare set of keys to your lab. I made sure I locked up on the way out. Wouldn’t do for someone to step in and see all that sweet, beautiful skin of yours.
    Boy, does the man have a way with words,