Free Changed (Second Sight) by Hazel Hunter

and laid his open mouth on her. Mac closed his eyes to the incredible sensation–like warm, sweet honey. Trickles of water drifted past his lips which began to gnaw into her. His tongue sampled her, lapped at her, and traced a slow, steady line downward. One taste led to another as he alternately sucked and nibbled. As his tongue dipped into her navel, he felt her tense and his arousal throbbed in return.
    As both his hands slid to her hips, his tongue pressed lower. Like a man who’d only just discovered he was starving, he devoured the creamy flesh between her hips, his nose pressing into her, inhaling the fresh scent of clean skin. Though his hardened shaft ached to fill her, there was no stopping him now. He moved lower still, into the soft mound of wet curls, and finally over the edge. And, as the tip of his tongue probed into her soft cleft, a ragged gasp escaped Isabelle.
    “Oh, god ,” she whispered.

    •••••

    Tiny points of light flashed behind Isabelle’s closed eyes. The heated tension in her abdomen had coiled impossibly tight. Her skin seemed as though it were on fire. And, as she automatically widened her stance, the sweet warmth of Mac’s mouth between her legs threatened to completely melt her.
    Just as a moan was forced from her throat, Mac’s tongue touched her in a place that was suddenly needy and too sensitive all at the same time. Her breath caught.
    Pleasure flooded into her mound, her abdomen, and rocketed up her core. Her breasts ached with it. Her lungs burned with it and, as she steadied herself with fists against the shower’s tile, she shuddered. As though in answer, Mac’s tongue fluttered across her sweet spot. She groaned at the intensity, the molten need he’d stoked. Her hips needed to grind. Her body had to find release. She had to have Mac inside her.
    But not yet.
    As she wound her fingers into his hair and began to pull him up, she quickly lowered herself.

    •••••

    Mac was a moment getting oriented as the water that had bathed Isabelle’s back washed over his chest but, as her hand closed around his arousal, he put a hand to the wall to steady himself.  
    She had to be reading him, touching him like this–
    Suddenly, her lips were on him.
    He sucked in air through his teeth as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Warm and soft along the rigid shaft of him, her mouth caressed him. But her stroking tongue was like fire along his already super-heated length. His heart went wild as she scorched him with her lips and cupped him with her hand. Blood roared in his ears, pounding, deafening. Wildfire surged through his groin just as her mouth claimed the engorged tip.  
    It was too much.
    He tried to tell her to stop but he couldn’t find his voice. Ecstasy throbbed so deeply and so fiercely that his other hand landed hard on the wall with the other as he struggled not to explode. Isabelle stroked him and licked him, pleasure and pain spiraling together, until his last shred of self-control was nearly gone.
    And as a tortured, primal groan erupted from his chest, Mac suddenly reached down and roughly pulled Isabelle up his body. In one swift motion, he dragged her thigh to his hip, pressed her abdomen against his, and sank himself home.

    •••••

    With Mac’s ferocious groan still echoing in her ears, Isabelle felt him surge up into her. She clung to his neck, unable to see, except for the wildly, erotic images flowing through her senses. Nothing remained from the day. Only savagely carnal images filled him as their bodies finally came together. He saw himself thrusting; his penetration deep; claiming her body, possessing it, filling it.  
    Even as his plunging thrust lifted her, her body answered his. The aching, anguished need he’d built in her erupted like a blow. Frenetic, staccato pumping seized her hips and she felt Mac losing control as his body responded in overdrive.
    They were merging. In her thoughts. In his. In the way he imbedded