Free Finding the Magic by Cait Miller

he had fisted them in the fabric of her sweater so that the only naked contact between them was her mouth on his as their tongues mated. He tasted like coffee and smelled like the outdoors. Like the earth and the pine trees in the woods outside the windows. He pulled away enough that his words brushed hot against her lips. “Ah shouldnae be doing this.”
    Jayne nipped at his jaw. “Yes, you should.”
    “We…” He took her lips again and she found she was trembling almost as much as he was. “We need to stop.” He almost growled the words.
    “Don’t you dare.”
    “It’s almost too late. Ah have to, before Ah have nae choice.” He pulled away, breathless and lifted her to her feet in one motion. “Ah cannae do this. Ah’m sorry, lass. God, you have nae idea how sorry.”
    “I can’t believe you’re doing this again. I know you want me as much as I want you. What’s going on, Cameron?”
    He shook his head and plowed a hand through his hair. “Ah cannae explain. Please… Please just go. Stay away from me. For both our sakes.”
    Jayne stood her ground on shaky legs and tried to pull her scattered wits back together. “You can’t say something like that and not give me some kind of explanation.” She stared at him, barely resisting stamping her feet in frustration as it became obvious that he wasn’t going to say any more. An electronic chime rang from the computer behind him and a cheerful voice sang out, “ You ’ ve got mail ,” breaking the awkward silence.
    “Okay, fine. I’ll leave, but you know all you’ve done is make me more curious.” With that parting shot, she turned on her heel and left the room. She needed a shower. A cold one.
    * * * * *
    “Shit… Fuck… Bloody buggering hell!”
    Cam ground the heels of his hands into his eyes and tried to bring his body back under control. If he wasn’t very careful, Jayne Davis was going to be his downfall. Even now it was taking almost everything he had not to chase her down and make her his. She was meant to be his.
    His fìor cèile .
    He would not take her though. He couldn’t risk ending the same way his parents and so many of his kind had.
    She knew about them. Not everything, but enough to be dangerous. How the hell had she found out? Megan must have told her or hinted enough that she had put two and two together. It was the only explanation. Jayne hadn’t believed anything he had told her to the contrary. All he could do was continue to deny it. After all, what she believed and what she could prove were entirely different things. He knew he could trust her not to talk to anyone else about it. If not for his sake, then for the sake of her friend and her new husband. That would have to be enough.
    He turned back to the computer and the e-mail that had provided such a timely interruption. It had been sent through his company address and had no subject. He didn’t recognize the sender except to note that the address indicated it came from a public library account. Curious, he opened it.
     
    Have you lost a cat ?
    His name is Nick .
    If this cat is yours , please respond with a description and I will be in touch with his location .
     
    It had to be a joke. But then surely no one who knew Nick Douglass was a shifter would dare. Cam read the note again not quite able to believe his eyes. Slowly anger replaced the disbelief. It didn’t take long to find that the account holder was John Doe and that it had indeed come from a library in the city of Glasgow. He had no doubt that the sender was long gone. There was little chance he would find them since they would have been able to access the account from any one of many libraries in the city.
    It could be a fishing expedition, bait for a trap. After all, it seemed that the people responsible for the disappearance of shapeshifters were aware of him. Jayne had been right when she said it was likely him they were trying for with their roadside trap. This may just be an attempt to draw him