Summon Toren(61)
The change in her body had occurred the second he’d said making love. Toren stifled a groan and cracked the window for air. “And then you do that.”
“Do what?”
Her anger mixed with her arousal and Toren opened the window more at the heady scent. The combination was lethal to him, made him want to pleasure her aggressively.
“What are you doing, it’s freezing.”
“I’m suffocating,” he muttered, honestly.
“Oh great, we just get started and I’m already suffocating you.”
“No Samantha.” He looked at her, amazed how she read every word he said in a negative light. “Your scent is suffocating me. You forget I can smell you, I wasn’t being romantic when I first told you that in the cabin.”
The scent of shame added into the mix and Toren rolled the window down the entire way.
“Now what? Does it…stink?”
He put his head out the window, breathing in the Samantha-free air. When he pulled it back in, the scent hit him full force. “God, no it doesn’t stink,” he gasped. “I feel like I’ve been starving for eternity and you’re the first meal I’ve ever had and it’s…it’s hard not to just devour you every time I’m near. And then you begin to emit these scents. Your arousal and anger combined drive me crazy and then you add shame into that mix and I am filled with a desperate need to show you how amazing you are, how much you mean…”
Wow, was he really saying all of those words out loud? Was he supposed to? Seemed normal, felt natural to him but what was normal for him was sure to not be for her. One glance at her confirmed the scent of her astonishment.
He shook his head. “Every single emotion you have smells differently. And you have…many and they all make me crazy to…”
Her arousal kicked up in high gear and Toren’s phallus grew to the point of painful. He realized she thought he just meant she excited him physically and before he could consider if the words were okay to say to her, they blurted right out. “You make me crazy to love you. In every way.”
Her chemicals went nuts and he panicked until he realized what it was he was smelling and feeling. She loved him too. The idea staggered him in a near painful way. His mercury seemed…determined to dominate her in that second and the urgency in the way it raced made him nervous.
“You…okay?”
The ranch house came into view and Toren was ready to jump out the truck and walk the rest of the way. You’re the Mercury Warrior. Get a grip. She’s a human woman. “I’m good.”
“What other miracles?” Sam glanced at him several times as the ranch house finally came into view, wishing she had more time.
“Well there were those three dreams you had about the calico cat.”
Sam sucked in her breath. “I knew it! Oh my God I told daddy an angel told me and he never believed me.”
Toren gave her his sexy side grin that made her tummy tickle. “How couldn’t he believe a sweet baby girl like you?”
And there went her train of thought. Believe her about what? Oh yeah, the cat. “I cried so hard when he died. It meant I’d failed him, I knew.”
“You have to experience the miraculous before you can act on it usually.”
“Oh look, there’s your couple. Talk about falling out of the sky.” Sam pulled up next to the porch. “Make that your trio. Did you order three people?” Sam had her eye on the beautiful woman in freaking particular.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Great, a goddamn rodeo queen, just what I don’t need.” Sam threw the truck in park and Joe banged on the back glass. Sam craned her neck and met his you-maniac glare. He turned to Toren then promptly dissolved into a beaten mutt look. But Toren had his eyes forward and Sam’s stomach plummeted at the thought of him looking at another woman.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Toren suddenly leaned over, took Sam's face in one hand and turned it. Before she could wonder, he pressed his full lips softly to hers and moaned hungrily then pulled away. She watched with liquid limbs as he got out of the truck and walked toward the porch. She tried to figure out who he was aiming for but her eyes kept getting sidetracked by his super fine ass in those jeans. Lord thank you, thank you.
She climbed out, needing to see where his eyes roved, sure it’d be on the woman. Better not be. She wasn’t going to be treated like a nothing when a beautiful woman was around. Sam spied the first male on the porch…then the second in the shadows. The first one was quite appealing to the eye. Army cut hair, bright blue eyes. About all she could decipher from that distance. And the dynamite sized body—oh and camouflage pants? Okay, little GI Joe there. Not tall but no less a powerhouse of lean mean. Nothing gorgeous like her Toren. Oh good God, her Toren? She was so beyond hope now. All that was left was the ride and she could only hold on for dear life and pray her little love boat didn’t smash up against the rocks.