Shaking her
head, she drifted through the crowd. A drowsy sensation hit, making her wonder for
a second if she shouldn’t sit down. The fruit slipped from her fingers, every
muscle in her body relaxing at the same time. To completely confuse her, her
clit started to throb in a slow cadence. Stopping, she touched her forehead.
What was happening? Her nipples pressed against the top she wore and throbbed
in need. Hell, everything on her screamed to be touched.
With the
prickling sensation of someone watching her, she looked around for the cause.
Her gaze locked with a man on the other side of the gazebo. His cobalt blue
eyes stood out from the rest. Obviously yet to be transformed, at a guess she
didn’t think he stood more than about five-five in height, and his hair, in one
shade of light brown, barely touched his shoulders. The way he stared caused a
shiver, hypnotizing her with his eyes. What was he doing to her?
In one hand he
held a piece of the same fruit she had been eating. In the other he held a drink.
His stare never wavered as he popped the last piece into his mouth and tipped
the cup to his full lips to wash the bite down.
The breeze
picked up, blowing open his unbuttoned shirt. For a guy who had yet to change, his
chest looked powerful to her, enough for her to know, from what she’d been told
about runts, he would be huge once he did.
The breeze blew
right in her face carrying with it a scent of freshness to make her lightheaded.
Another wave of dizziness, almost a drugged sensation hit, mixed with a strange
impression of tiny fingers touching her body. The pounding need grew stronger
inside her, pooling between her legs, frightening and thrilling her. She wanted
to stay and run at the same time. The stranger still staring didn’t help. No,
he moved toward her. Son of a bitch! She could almost feel his body heat.
Panicked, Zhora
turned away as he moved toward her. She pushed her way out of the crowd in an
overwhelming urge to get away from things going on in her body she didn’t
understand.
She didn’t get
far.
He caught her,
the one staring at her. Grabbed by the arm, she swung around, and lips covered
hers. She was kissed and kissed deep. The impulse to run disappeared. She had
no control over her body, couldn’t stop her arms from going up around his neck
or stop her eyes from closing. Zhora didn’t mind either. She enjoyed the kiss,
even kissed him back.
Boy, did he have a skill with his mouth.
His lips moved
over hers. His tongue teased her lips until she opened for his tongue to slip inside.
God, he tasted good. Too fucking good. He tasted of fresh air after a big
storm. Zhora wanted to crawl into him, to get closer to enjoy his touch more
than mere kissing satisfied.
He walked her
backward, and she went willingly. The feelings, the emotions hitting her too overpowering
to fight had she wanted to. Zhora had to have more, needed more, craved more. She
touched his chest, skimming both hands up and down smooth muscles. Up to his shoulders,
she pushed the shirt off, not understanding why she had the compulsive need to.
Never this way,
she wasn’t the kind of girl to kiss a stranger, to strip him, or make out, yet
she was doing all of those things. The urge to feel his skin against hers drove
her while the outside world melted away in a haze until only the two of them
existed.
Something
wasn’t right, one part of her mind told her at the same time everything felt
damn right. This wasn’t her, yet she didn’t stop. She wanted his hands on her,
his mouth on her body, and he seemed to need her as badly as she needed him.
The voice telling her it was wrong grew weaker.
The kiss ended.
He turned her around, pushed her hair aside, and put those hot fucking lips on
her shoulder. Zhora leaning back against his chest and almost melted in the
arms encircling her. Arms over her shoulders, her hands found his head and
fisted into his hair as his hands stroked her, starting at her bare belly
moving up. Breathing hard, almost to a point of not being able to breathe at
all, she couldn’t resist rubbing back against him. Relinquishing her hold of
his hair, she moaned when his hand went down her bare leg and his lips traveled
down her back.
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