Plugging It In(22)

She hit the floor with a solid thud, bounced on her feet, stumbled sideways and scooped up her towel as she went. For a surreal moment she saw herself in all her naked glory-damp hair lashing around her face like red strands of rope, boobs jiggling, arms and legs waving about. For another surreal moment she thought thank freaking God I waxed yesterday, and then she was backing up against floor-to-ceiling mirror, knotting her wet towel around her chest and glaring at the man currently standing in her house.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she spat out between ragged breaths.

Eyes the color of midnight studied her. He didn't take a step. He just stood motionless, his tall, imposing, dominating body decked out in snug, faded Levis and a black polo, his gaze trained on her through an artfully messy tumble of glossy raven-black hair. "I-"

She didn't let him finish. "How did you find me … are you a stalker? Are you stalking me?"

He shook his head, a pained expression flashing across features that were way too gorgeous not to be unnerving. "No," he said, and Sera ground her teeth at the hungry way her body reacted to the deep timbre of his voice. "But I need to-"

"Fuck off," she snapped, narrowing her eyes. "That's what you need to do. Why the hell did you just break in my door if-"

"I heard you fall and hurt your-"

"That doesn't mean you can-"

"Listen, you need-"

"Get lost, creep! And to think I just masturba-" She slapped her hand to her mouth. Oh Jesus, had she really almost said what she'd been about to say?

Her stranger-stop it! He's not your anything!-cocked his head to the side and took a step toward her. "What did you just do?"

Sera smooshed herself closer to the mirror and cursed her idiocy-one, for backing her bare butt against a solid surface, limiting her escape options, and two, for opening her big, idiotic mouth. "Take another step," she snarled, fighting to keep her anger, "and you're in for a world of pain." She should have been furious and petrified and panicked. Instead, the closer her stranger came, the more she wanted him, as if she were a cat to his funky-arsed catnip.

Cat, mouse … what other kind of animal do you purport to be this afternoon, Sera? Goat? Monkey? Lizard?

Her stranger's eyes seemed to shimmer with a burnished heat. "I like the sound of that last one."

Sera's mouth fell open. He didn't just read her mind. No way. "Okay, seriously, take one more step and I'm kicking your balls in!"



       
         
       
        

A small, crooked grin curled one side of his mouth. "One more step and I'll have you flattened to that mirror with my mouth on yours."

A wave of traitorous heat rolled through her, tight and delicious and … wrong. This was so wrong. A strange man was in her house, had broken into her house and seen her naked-God, held her naked. He'd kissed her, stalked her back here and now she was horny? Again? This couldn't be any more wrong.

So why does it feel right, Sera? Right on every damn level?

She narrowed her eyes. And then said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever uttered in her life. "Try it."

His nostrils flared. "Okay."

He moved. With wholly unnatural speed.

One second he was several feet away, the next he was pushed against her, his hands pinning her wrists beside her head, one thick, hard thigh rubbing between her legs. Rubbing over her clit. Stimulating it. Teasing it.

"H-how … " she began, her voice barely a croaking whisper. "How did you … "

"Because I'm a dragon," he stated on a low murmur, gazing into her eyes, "and you're my Fire Mate."

And then his mouth did indeed claim hers. Thoroughly.