Deadly Attraction

There was a second gift Jade had discovered when she’d fallen from a horse and had broken several bones. Those bones had healed at such a rapid rate, her father had insisted he be the only one to tend to her. With instruction from the local physician to straighten her limbs so they set correctly, he stayed by her side while her body repaired itself.

He’d had to backtrack and announce he’d been overdramatic in his assessment of her injuries—so overcome with fear and grief, he’d assumed the worst—when, instead, she’d merely had the wind knocked out of her and that had made it impossible for her to move, causing Michael, who’d been riding with her, to seek help from Liam. Given her father’s authority within the village, and Jade’s expeditious recovery, the lie had not been questioned.

Recently, Jade had added a third specialty to her obscure talents. The ability to sense an evil entity when it lingered in the shadows.

Convinced she still wasn’t under close observation at the moment, she ducked into her bathroom, the plumbing being akin to that in a rural cabin with a septic tank buried in the side yard. She splashed water on her face from the glass basin sitting on the vanity and then dabbed at her wet skin with a towel.

After changing into a long, pewter-colored, flannel nightgown, she built a small fire in the hearth in her bedroom and climbed under the covers. It had been a busy night at the tavern. That, combined with the emotional tolls created by her mysterious stalker, left her exhausted. She was asleep within minutes.

But her overactive mind did not rest. Jade dreamed of Michael. A mental vision she hadn’t had in a year or two. Her subconscious homed in on his earlier lean-in and what mighthave happened had the demon on the horse not interrupted them.

In Jade’s reverie, Michael’s soft lips brushed hers, a tentative kiss full of uncertainty, yet laced with desire. His hands clasped her hips and he pulled her to him as his mouth sealed with hers in a kiss that was still experimental, but which slowly grew more confident.

The street corner melted away and the images playing in Jade’s head were of her and Michael lying naked in her bed, his large, muscular body covering hers. He kissed her deeply as her hands roamed his back and her body writhed beneath his.

It had been eight long years since Jade had been with this man—with any man—and her physical cravings were as overwhelming as her emotional yearnings. And her need for intimacy.

Her body responded to Michael’s kisses and the way he caressed her bare breasts, kneading them gently before sweeping the pads of his

thumbs over her puckered nipples.

She desperately wanted to feel him inside her and when he broke their kiss, she whispered, “Make love to me.”

“Yes,” he murmured back. Though it wasn’t Michael’s voice she heard.

The dream took a wayward turn as a thick shaft filled her aching pussy. Jade’s body moved with the stranger’s as he filled and stretched her. His features changed, from Michael’s athletic physique to an even more muscular one. Wider shoulders, larger biceps, stronger back.

He was a mammoth of a man, in every way. Jade’s cunt clenched his hard cock as their hips undulated in a slow, sexy rhythm. Her palms moved over his sinewy backside and cupped his ass cheeks, as much as her hands could manage, because he was huge from head to toe.

She couldn’t see his face, given that it was buried in the crook of her neck. His mouth was on her throat and he nipped softly at her sensitive flesh, then soothed the love bites with his teasing tongue and warm lips. Jade moaned and it seemed to encourage him. He thrust into her, driving deep, hitting all the right spots along the way.

Her body bowed off the bed in her need to get closer to him. She shifted one hand from his backside and wove her fingers through his thick, obsidian-colored hair. The tension mounted within her and mixed with the desire flooding her veins.

“You feel so good,” she told him.

His low groan resonated in the quiet room and within her. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I’ve needed you for so long,” she admitted.

Though she had no idea who he was. In her dream, it didn’t matter. He was strapping and powerful and that turned her on. He was also a skilled lover, with confidence and an uncanny familiarity of what she craved. Her clit tingled and her heart hungered for a kiss she knew would be passionate and all-consuming.

As his full, deep thrusts pushed her closer to the edge, she begged, “Kiss me.”

His mouth crashed over hers. There was nothing tentative about his searing liplock. No uncertainty. No holding back. As his tongue delved into her mouth while his cock continued to stroke her inner walls, Jade felt the erotic sensations inside her soar to all-new heights.

She was desperate for the glorious release she knew he’d give her, but did not want to let go of the fiery sensations burning within her. Nor did she want to relinquish her hold on him or end their impassioned kiss. Everything about her phantom lover sparked her desire and she wanted to stop time and simply savor the most stimulating, exciting and stirring moment of her life.

But he continued to plunge into her slick, wet depths, and as his strokes became shorter and more forceful and his kiss turned aggressive and demanding, Jade lost herself in the magnificent sensations swelling within her until they reached a breaking point and burst wide open.

She tore her mouth from his as a sharp cry wrenched from her lips and echoed in her ears. She held her lover to her as her body quaked and her pussy clutched him tight.

Astonishingly, over the thundering of her heart and the raging of her pulse, she was able to hear four words whispered in a strained tone.

“Jade, I want you.”

And then he came inside her, flooding her cunt with his hot seed as his body convulsed.

Another earth-shattering orgasm rocked Jade so hard, she snapped awake, her eyes flying open. The sensation between her legs was vibrant and her pussy throbbed from both the release and the need to feel in reality what she’d experienced in her dream. She stared at the ceiling, her breath coming in heavy pulls.