“I don’t know why,” she cried out hoarsely, shaking her head. “It wasn’t like this before I came here. I
only wanted to help you.”
“Doesn’t this frighten you, Merinus?” His hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back. “Aren’t you
scared of this sudden lust? Because if you aren’t, you should be. It has me damned near shaking in my
boots with my need to lay you over that desk and fuck you until you scream with your pleasure.”
Merinus shuddered, then cried out when his head lowered. His lips went to her neck, his teeth scraping
over it in a slow, dangerous gesture. Merinus shook. Her hands gripped his powerful arms, she stared at
the ceiling in dazed rapture as his tongue swiped over her skin. The moist roughness, the sandpapery rasp
had her going to her tiptoes, silently demanding more. Her head tilted further, exposing the vulnerable
curve of her neck. Her skin tingled, screamed out for more.
“Damn, you taste good, Merinus. Damn good.” He licked across her skin again, and she cried out.
She couldn’t believe the sensation. Like rough velvet, only better. A sharp spasm of need rippled
through her womb, the clenching muscles of her vagina had her whimpering in arousal. What was this?
Why did it feel so good when her neck had never been an erogenous zone before?
Then his lips covered hers. Merinus had been kissed before, many times, but nothing like this. His tongue
swept into her mouth and the taste of him was intoxicating. Her tongue met his, drawing him deeper,
caressing over him, luxuriating in the taste of him. Hot, spicy. The taste was all male, dark and elusive,
conquering. She groaned against his lips, needing more, needing to examine and discover the origin of his
taste. But he moved, drawing back, his lips going to her neck once again.
His teeth nipped at her skin briefly, a growl emanating from his chest as one hand moved from her hip to
below her breast. He was close, so close to the torturously swollen mound, the throbbing nipple. She
whimpered, pressing against him, uncaring who or what he was, caring only about the primeval response
of her body to his.
“Get out of here,” he rasped, though he refused to release her. “Get out of here before I do something
neither of us will survive.”
His mouth moved from her neck, along her collarbone, sipping, licking as he weaved a path back to the
scooped collar of her shirt and the rise of her throbbing breasts. Merinus was burning alive for his touch.
Her nipples hardened further, jutting against the soft material of her shirt, hard, desperate for the warmth
of his mouth. If he didn’t touch them, if he didn’t suck them deep into his mouth she was going to
explode. Oh God, if he did, she would explode anyway. She was close, so very close to orgasm it
terrified her. Her blood pumped, rushed through her body. She trembled in his grip, her body arched
against the arm at her back as a desperate moan whispered from her throat.
She felt the bottom of her shirt jerked from the waistband of her shorts and pulled quickly above the
swollen mounds. Her nails bit into his shoulders, confusion, desire, fire tearing through her.
“What the hell have we done to each other?” His voice whispered the confusion churning in her body.
His hand moved, cupping her breast. The dry heat of his flesh against hers had her hips arching in
desperation. His thigh slid smoothly between her legs as he turned her, bracing her against the wall,
allowing her the minute release of riding the hard muscled thigh pressing between hers.
Oh, that felt good. Her clit throbbed, ached, swelled painfully at the friction she created as she rode him.
“Callan,” her cry was a shocking mixture of fear, overwhelming need, and questioning desperation as his
mouth covered the hard nipple that rose pleadingly from her breast.
He drew on her, the sensation spearing into her womb, her cunt. His tongue rasped over the hard flesh,
the texture of his tongue was rough but incredibly gentle, deeply erotic. He suckled her, laved her, then
nibbled at the flesh as she writhed on his thigh, moaning, begging for release.
“Son of a bitch.” He pulled back from her, staring down at her with eyes glittering with lust and
confusion. “This isn’t normal, Merinus. This need should not be here.”
He jerked her shirt back over her breasts, restoring order to her clothes, if not her senses.
“Sit.” He pushed her onto the couch that sat against the wall and began to pace the floor.
Merinus shook her head. It wouldn’t stop. The pulsing, throbbing need was only intensifying.
“What did you do to me?” she gasped, shaking her head. “It won’t stop.”
He paused, turning to her.