Free Rush Against Time by Willow Brooke Page B

flashing everywhere, giving the night a magical twinkling atmosphere.  There were no sounds but the peaceful croaks and chirps of the frogs.  Her night vision gave her a clear view for a long distance around her.  To her left, there was a momma raccoon taking food to her three babies.  Their cuteness made her smile.  When she looked right, she spotted opossums climbing a tree.  There was always so much to see at night.  Jessa had always loved the calming feeling she got, and loved the darkness where most were uncomfortable in it.  She decided to call it a night, and went inside. 
    After snuggling down on the couch, she said her prayers, and closed her eyes to go to sleep.  Only a few moments later, she felt something cold brush against her face.  When she looked to find the cause, there was nothing to be found.  Then a deep, sexy, voice called out to her.  “ Jessa.”  This time she sat up and investigated, but found nothing. 
    Hands roamed over her body gently, leaving a trail of chills in their wake.  She felt her nipples being fondled, twisted, and plucked.  Her body arched into the so urce, begging for more.  The other hand trailed up her thigh, stopping just centimeters from the ache that throbbed so hard it sent her head spinning into a vortex of erotic drunkenness.  The wolf inside of her held nothing on the beast of need that shook the cage, begging to be set free. 
    Her eyes fluttered open, and surprise hit.  Instead of being met with Logan’s chocolate stare, two of the palest of blue eyes smiled down on her.  As she gazed into them, she felt like she was floating in the clearest of aqua seas.  They mesmerized and hypnotized her.  “Hello, Jessa.  I have been waiting for you.”  The deep voice was like the finest crushed velvet to her ears.  Deep in her subconscious, she knew this was all wrong, and she should be frightened or reacting differently, but the sensual fog of lust had seeped into her pores.  Wrong or not, the man looming over her didn’t instill fear, but instead left a familiar calmness that felt so right.  She felt safe.  He invoked a desire from the depths of her soul that she never knew existed. 
    She had to mentally tear her eyes away from his, and was rendered even more frozen by the gorgeousness that surrounded the intoxicating oceans she fell so deeply into.  His etched features were perfect.  His hair was short, and a lighter and brighter shade of blonde that would make the sun look dull and lifeless.  The dim glow from the light over the stove almost made him look angelic.  From his smell to his touch, everything about him comforted her and made her blood sizzle. 
    She needed to ask questions before this went any farther.  Her mind buzzed with thoughts that needed answered, but her voice was nonexistent.  Her mouth finally opened to question but was hushed by the soft caress of his lips against hers.  He whispered tiny sensual pecks on her mouth, coaxing her lips to part.  Little by little, he took possession of her mouth, kissing her deeper and deeper into submission.  Her lungs fought for air, and her body fought for more.  She arched against what felt like a brick wall.  Her hands explored undauntedly, finding every bulge and dip of his chiseled body.  The coolness of his skin only intrigued her more, sending her exploration lower and lower.  When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she tore them open with overaggressive anticipation.  Her hands didn’t have to wander any farther.  His huge cock sprung past the zipper and against her palm, sending a serenade of moans to escape her into his mouth. 
    His soft words caressed against her lips. “It is all for you, Jessa.  One night soon, I will sink into your heat and make you mine for eternity.  Tonight I only get to play.”  She shook at the intensity his voice delivered. 
    Her voice found its way out tardily, and shook when she choked the words out, “Wh-h-o-o are you?  How do