Free Changed (Second Sight) by Hazel Hunter Page A

himself into the deepest part of her.
    He groaned over and over as he fiercely ground his molten member into her. She breathlessly gasped as air leapt from her lungs. She whimpered and writhed. And Mac thundered into her, faster and harder.
    Wild desperation shot through her. She clutched his shoulders, losing herself with each frenzied thrust. He swelled inside her as a sweet but painful sensation suddenly blossomed.
    She could barely breathe.
    And then, whether it was Mac’s voice or his mind, Isabelle didn’t know. But his words pierced the frantic pounding of their bodies as clearly as though he’d spoken.
    “Give me all of you, Isabelle.”
    Her release was immediate as Mac’s climax slapped up into her. She screamed against his throat as rhythmic convulsions seized her lower body. Overwhelming spasms surged through her, along his swollen shaft, exquisite, intolerable. Lightning bolts of pleasure, so pure it was blinding, suddenly shattered them.
    Mindless ecstasy took over as their bodies thrashed. They rode the glorious waves, breathless, as it swept them over the edge. Though Isabelle still clung to Mac, oblivion claimed her. A dizzying explosion of feelings, hers or Mac’s she didn’t know, didn’t care, crashed through her. It left her lightheaded, as though she might float. Time slipped away and the only sensation was the harsh rush of their breath. As a last groan of male satisfaction rumbled in Mac’s chest, Isabelle found herself exhaling in a breath of final completion.
    She was dimly aware of the water stopping and the shower door opening. Though they were soaking wet, Mac laid her down on the comforter. The gray haze still shrouded her vision but she felt him settle down next to her. As the mattress dipped, she slipped into her spot next to him, just as Mac’s arm encircled her and pulled her close. Though tired, Isabelle couldn’t help but smile as she lay her head on his chest. Mac’s heart beat softly in her ear and she closed her eyes to the wonderful sound.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

    AFTER A FEW minutes, Isabelle’s vision slowly cleared. The last light of evening had painted the room a cool hue of purple. Mac lay still next to her though she could tell from his breathing he wasn’t asleep either.
    “It’s not exactly how I thought we’d spend our Sunday,” Mac said, as Isabelle curled tighter into the crook of his arm.
    “Not exactly,” she said, still smiling, as his arm held her close.
    He’d said they would stay in. Was that only this morning?
    “And here’s what I think about the security clearance,” he said.
    Though the tone of Mac’s voice hadn’t changed, Isabelle blinked at the sudden switch in topics.
    “It’s not going to matter,” he said. “Not to us.” He lifted her chin to look up at him as he looked down at her. “And not to them.”
    He must have seen her puzzlement.
    “They don’t ask on the polygraph whether you live with a psychic or not,” he said quietly. “And, even if they did, they don’t believe in psychics.”
    “But you and I–”
    “Are together,” he said, his face serious. “ Really together. No going back now.” He searched her face and she knew her eyes held what he was looking for. Something had changed–in her, in them . “There’s only going forward now,” he said. “No matter what that brings. And whatever that brings, we’ll deal with it–”
    “Together,” she said.
    From the moment they’d met, there’d hardly been time to be a couple. It’d been his work and hers, their two worlds colliding.
    Maybe that’s just how it will always be.
    “We’ll never be a normal couple,” Isabelle whispered, smiling a little. “And no amount of nachos on Olvera Street or hamburgers at Tommy’s is going to change that.”
    Mac grinned and hugged her tight.
    “Normal,” he said, “is overrated.”
    Isabelle knew she had to be grinning but, when Mac’s stomach suddenly growled, she could barely suppress a laugh.
    “Did you say