Phantom Desires (12 page)

Authors: Bianca D'Arc

Tags: #Romance, #Fantasy, #Adult, #Fiction, #Paranormal, #vampire

BOOK: Phantom Desires

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Well, feeling his big nightstick flex, maybe he was interested. But not enough to be out of control about it. And that was a good thing, right?

Except I was burning up. That thick rod pulsing against my crotch, the smell of fighting male, the feel of his hard body under me… I was wet enough to grease a Cadillac. So when my hoodie came loose, I took one look at his beautiful, dark-bronze mouth and kissed him good.

He tasted like war. Like fast rides with a powerful motorcycle between my thighs. Like getting drunk on expensive champagne. I ran my tongue over his lips and drank.

Julian’s hands, in the process of putting me down, stopped. Came back around me.
Crushed
me to him.

His mouth opened against mine. With a raw groan, he kissed me back.

OMG. Julian hadn’t spent
all
his time studying law in law school. His tongue slid between my lips, stroking my skin like wet silk. He tasted me as a man savors the last pressing of summer grapes. Suckled my lower lip like it was sweet, heavy, and ripe.

And as Julian kissed, his hands, those square competent hands, were oh so busy. One slid up and under my shirt. The other stole down the back of my pants.

That wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Tonight I was wearing ruffled spandex over jeans cut to my ass over a French thong. But Julian wove his fingers over and under, smooth as a wet dream. Stroked my buttocks. Found that really sweet spot right at the base of my spine. Brushed the downy hairs until my bottom was wide awake and clamoring for more.

My brain filled with images. Me lying on my back, six-feet plus of male over me, all lean muscle and hot satin skin. Blue eyes clouded with desire as he did the passion pushups. Julian would be tender and attentive. Conscientious. Sober. Staid. Deadly dull.

We would have vaginal sex in the missionary position.

Would he even take off his tie?

Lust turned off like a light. I pulled away.

Julian didn’t put me down immediately. He lifted his head, looked at me. Intently, as if he could read why I’d cooled in my eyes. It was weird.

His hand was still down the back of my pants. I was still breathing heavily. I could feel my lips, still wet and buzzing. But Ms. Malebox no longer wanted any deliveries.

I expected Julian to be angry. I expected him to accuse me of being a cock tease or worse. After all, I had started it. And pulsing against my crotch was an erection as big and swollen as a Usinger sausage. It had to be painful.

But Julian only continued to stare into my eyes. Deeply, as if he could read my thoughts.

And maybe he could, because slowly he bent his head. He pressed warm lips to my neck. As if he had all the time in the world, his tongue came out and tasted me.

Not a little lick or tickle. No, a full, curling hot swipe. Intimate. Wet. Sinfully erotic. And just a little bit kinky.

That hot lick was not staid at all. My motor revved back up, going directly into third gear. I clutched Julian’s shoulders. Hard muscle met my fingers. I closed my eyes and enjoyed.

The tongue grew bolder, tracing the line of my throbbing pulse. It slicked over my skin, steamy and questing. Hot male battle-scent spiced the air. Julian’s fingers threaded into my hair, pulled my head aside to give him greater access to my neck. His mouth opened over my skin. Fiery breath lanced me.

Oh, please, I thought. Give me the sharp edge of sex. Bite me.

Desire can strike without warning.

Storm Warning

Shadow Destroyers, book 3

Journalist Blair Murphy is on the trail of a hot lead when she meets an even hotter stranger. Charmed by Drew Reid’s sexy smile and intrigued by his evasive answers, Blair puts aside her undercover investigation of a corrupt politician for an under-the-covers investigation of every inch of his incredible body. But even after Drew satisfies her in every possible way, he refuses to satisfy her curiosity. Especially about the mystery woman who keeps calling his cell phone.

As a burnt-out demon slayer, the last thing Drew needs is an inquisitive woman complicating his life, especially when she turns out to be the one woman who’s strictly off limits—his partner’s sister. He knows firsthand why it’s important to keep loved ones at a distance, yet the fierce desire Blair arouses makes it impossible to stay away.

Just as Drew prepares to hang up his sword for a normal life, a vicious attack on Blair awakens a storm of powers inside her that rage beyond her control. As her emerging abilities become increasingly unstable, their searing passion could be her salvation—or destroy them both.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Storm Warning:

“I think he’s gone,” Blair whispered against his mouth.

Drew wasn’t interested or likely capable of responding, and offered no more than a half-hearted grunt in acknowledgement. He caught her mouth again, the exquisite softness, the addictive taste of her, filling his senses. He’d stay right here all night if she’d let him.

He moved his hand from where the strap of her dress fell temptingly over his fingers, and cradled her jaw as he adjusted the angle, taking the kiss a little deeper. She slowed things down, but she didn’t pull back, allowing him to linger a little longer. The men following them had hopefully given up on identifying who had been near the golf course and assumed they were just a vacationing couple enjoying the scenery—and each other.

“Drew,” Blair murmured against his lips.

“Yeah?” He coaxed another lazy kiss from her, dragging it out until she made the same sexy, breathless sound as before.

“Shouldn’t we—” She threaded her fingers into the ends of his hair.

He groaned at the possessive touch and kissed her again. One of her knees bent, hugging his hip and creating the perfect place to settle between her thighs.

“—get up?” she finished half a minute later when he had to take a deep breath to ease the pressure on his chest.

He wanted this woman.
Bad
. Wanted to tug her dress down and fill his palms with her breasts. Wanted to tug her dress up and discover exactly what she wore beneath it.

He gripped her thigh, nestling his throbbing arousal tighter against her. She dropped her head back and arched her spine. A breathy plea he didn’t understand tumbled from her parted lips. Drew opened his mouth over the hollow of her throat, pulling the tender flesh between his lips.

“Only if we have to,” he finally answered.

He stared down at her, the moon slipping from beneath the clouds to illuminate her face in a silvery glow. Her eyes glittered with the same need that drummed inside him, and his whole body clenched.

She gave him a playful shove. “What happened to wanting to get a drink?”

“After this, I don’t think a drink is gonna do much for me.” He ducked his head for one more taste of her lips, then helped her up.

It took serious effort to think about anything other than how incredible she’d felt tucked beneath him. “Will you leave if your senator wannabe splits in the morning?” Any man with something to hide would likely be too spooked at the possibility of unwanted spectators to stick around.

“Probably.”

Unable—and unwilling—to let her get out of reach, he grabbed her hand, linking their fingers. “Any way I can tempt you to stick around and spend the day with me tomorrow?”

“What’s on the itinerary? More romps through the woods?”

“If I say yes, will you stay?”

She laughed.

“I was actually thinking about starting the day off with a swim. Clothes are entirely optional though.”

She pursed her lips, and he was beginning to recognize the inquisitive expression on her face. “Do women say no to you very often?”

“I’ve had years to perfect my technique.”

She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile.

He stooped to bring them to eye-level. “Is that a yes?”

Blair nibbled on her bottom lip, looking uncertain.

“You need to follow new leads on your story,” he guessed, rocking back on his heels at the uncomfortable pressure of disappointment that squeezed between his ribs.

“Tonight just proves I’m on the right path.”

He nodded in understanding, falling into step with her as they made their way back to the resort’s main building. He was all too familiar with the need to see a job through to the end. That didn’t stop him from him from taking one more stab at convincing her to stay. “Just a couple of hours then? Breakfast at least? Every good journalist needs to start the day off right,” he pressed, unaccustomed to the almost desperate need to see her again.

“And if I say no?” she teased, turning the corner that brought them back to the main building.

He opened the door and followed her up to the second floor. His own room was on the third. “Then I’d have to think you’re one hell of an actress, pretending to be into me back on the beach like that.”

She shrugged dismissively. “Could be that I’m a woman of many talents.”

Not caring that anyone could step into the hallway at any moment, he backed her up against the wall. He leaned in, grazing her cheek with his.

“Is that your way of saying you’re
not
attracted to me?”

Blair exhaled slowly. “No matter how I answer that I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

“How do you figure?”

“If I admit that I am intensely attracted to you—”

“Intensely?” he mused, nipping her bottom lip.

“—then I’m overplaying my hand. And if I deny it—” She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her.

“Then I won’t believe a damn word,” he finished for her, easing back only a fraction. “I see your dilemma.”

“Good,” she breathed. She trapped his face in her hands and rocked up, delivering a feverish kiss that nearly knocked him on his ass. “So I’m sure you’ll understand that this is where I say goodnight.”

She ducked under his arm and he grinned.

Blair pulled a keycard from her purse and with a sexy half smile shoved it into a slot three doors down, and ducked into her room.

He strode to the closed door, then turned away to brace his hands on the opposite wall, a little overwhelmed by his own senses. He could still taste her on his lips, hear the soft pants of her excited breaths, feel the grip of her fingers as she clung to him. He should have coaxed her into staying on the beach instead of leading her back here.

The door opened behind him.

“Must have been all the excitement, but I’m actually not tired.”

He turned around slowly.

Blair opened the door a little wider. “How about that drink?”