Rampant

Sexuality. Just the way he said it made her body tighten with anticipation. “I take it this part ties in with what happened between us last night, about sensing the atmosphere?”

“Yes, it does.” His response was steady, but he was looking at her as if he was savoring the memory of what had happened between them, as if he wanted to do it again.

She had to reposition herself on her seat, because her body responded so rapidly to the suggestion of having sex with him again. Casually crossing her legs, she wondered if she looked as keen as she felt. “Go on, you have my full attention.”

He took a moment to respond, his gaze lingering on her. “Okay, we understand the part about the age-old, pagan belief that you can harness the power in the natural world?”

She nodded.

“That belief extends to the energy, the power, and the magic that is inherent in the act of sex.”

She didn’t doubt the power of it, that part was all too overwhelming last night. She’d never had sex quite like that before; she’d practically passed out afterward. His voice had gone low and soft when he said “sex,” and she had no doubt that he was thinking about it as well. “So how does one get at this…power?”

“It’s quite simple. It’s the same as any natural power source, just like the power of the moon or the sun. Be open to it.”

That easy, huh? She tried not to be skeptical.

“And when two or more people create it together,” he continued, “it’s an intense form of energy that is deeply connected to them.”

Two or more? That made her think about the orgiastic dreams she’d had.

“It’s a potent life force that can be harnessed in a psychic manner, if you know how.”

She frowned. “Are you saying you’re psychic, if you were able to sense that energy, last night?”

He took some time to respond to that one. “Let’s just say I’m open to it.”

Open to it, as am I, she thought. What was left of the food had been abandoned.

“Is it like tantric sex?” Someone in the office had recently been extolling the virtues of that one, she recalled.

“Tantric sex identifies the energy in a similar way, yes, but practitioners tend to focus on the sex act itself, or use the spiritual energy as part of a meditative cycle.”

He lifted her hand in his and held it for a long moment. Her pulse raced. Then he bent and kissed her palm. “Tell me, what did you feel when I did that?”

It took a moment to put her brain back into gear, after the unexpected sensual offering. “The touch of your mouth, and then heat running over and under my skin, I guess.”

“Like an energy force, yes?” He was looking up at her from where he was bent over her hand, and then he breathed along the inside of her wrist, offering her a whisper of sensation, powerfully erotic, nonetheless. “The more aware of the energy we are, the greater we can experience and adapt it.”

Returning to her hand, he licked her palm. A shiver ran through her, right to her clit, and she exhaled loudly.

He looked at her with a question in his eyes.

She nodded. “I see what you’re getting at.” She swallowed, aware that her hips kept rocking backward and forward on the stool.

His gaze dropped. “What did your body do, when I licked your hand?”

Was talking about sex usually this sexy, she wondered? Had she ever even talked about it with a man, before? A man she was going to have sex with? “I got aroused, and my body gravitated to you, I suppose.”

“Like a kind of magnetic energy, like so many natural forces—the tides, the phases of the sun and moon.” He put both his hands on her stool and dragged it closer, positioning her knees inside his open thighs.

The bounce made her pussy want more of that kind of action. He rested his hands around her bottom, and leaned in for a kiss. Static seemed to cling to her face when he brushed his mouth ever so softly over hers, barely making contact. Every nerve ending in her body reacted, keyed up with anticipation, edgy and ready for the contact.

Moaning softly, she leaned into him, wanting it so much, needing it, until it was her that k

issed him, and she put her hands around his head and drew him close, her back arched as she opened up to him.

He ran his hands up from her bottom and around her hips, to her waist, sensitizing her, making every part of her echo that electric connection of barely touching lips and the need that flared into life in its wake.