Spark Rising

She leaned in as he reached to slide his hand up her jaw.

 

His palm cupped her face, fingers tangling in her hair as it slid forward. His thumb moved across her lips. Lena slid her knees up onto the seat to either side of him, straddling him as he pulled her mouth to his.

 

Like the first time, the contact was more than lips meeting, the electric flare deeper and brighter than it had been with Jackson. But this time, the only thing soft about his kiss was his lips.

 

Energy surged between them. As his tongue traced the inside of her lips, a blazing trail of shocks flared in her skin and exploded like bright lights behind her eyelids. He sucked at her lips, first one and then the other, and energy welled up from her. As he pulled and coaxed, the rising flow felt like fingers stroking deep inside. Each time he drew her lip into his mouth to suckle at the energy, those fingers of power slid up inside of her, moving toward him, leaving a quivering, electrified trail behind. He drew her power into himself.

 

Lena pulled away, and the electricity crackled white energy between their wet mouths. It hurt, little sparks popping against nerve endings. Alex’s eyes were glazed. He wanted more. But it was her turn.

 

She lowered her mouth again, pulling the energy from him this time as she darted her tongue between his lips. She framed his face with her small hands and tapped the energy deep within him to draw it up into her through his nerves, his skin, his lips, and tongue.

 

Alex groaned and wrapped his hands around the backs of her legs. He slid them up, cupping the curve of her bottom, fingers caressing the crease that led him to her inner thighs. He drew her to him.

 

She allowed it, pressing against his body. She wanted more of him. More pressure. More skin against skin. Her hands sank down from his face to slip between them, pulling on his shirt. She pulled it up and off, tearing her mouth from his for an instant to yank the shirt over his head.

 

He worked the buttons of her shirt, fumbling at them in his hurry. He freed the last of them, spreading her shirt open and back and pushing it off her shoulders. He sat back to look at her.

 

She followed his gaze to his hands. They spread wide across her ribcage, his sun-darkened brown skin stark against her pale freckles. Above his fingers, her skin curved into the slight swell of paler skin and peaked nipples. He slid his palms up to her sensitive breasts, and she pressed into him, sliding her hands up to cover his. His thumb circled her nipple then slid away as he pulled her up.

 

He drew her into his mouth, the power slicking electric hot up her nerves. She arched her back, melting into him, already shuddering with the force of the energy surging through her as he licked at her. He slid his hands around her back, pulled her closer, holding tight. Everywhere their skin met, the searing flux of energy wove between them. Each time their skin parted, a white arc of heat spanned the distance and danced along their skin, joining them.

 

Lena sank lower, pushing her hand between his waistband and his skin. She slid her fingertips along his lower belly before dipping lower. The soft, almost delicate skin she found was a contrast to the rigid flesh it covered. She wrapped her hand around him and pulled energy along the length of him.

 

Alex’s hands and mouth stilled and his eyes closed.

 

Like that, do you?

 

She danced her fingers down. She waited a beat, giving him a second of anticipation. She tightened her hand and drew up again, this time reaching further to pull more coursing energy through him as she drew her hand up in one smooth motion.

 

He growled deep in his throat, hiked her up on his body, and surged to his feet. He carried her to the rear of the room. She tipped back, falling onto her back on the bed, even as he held onto her waist. His fingers worked the buttons on her pants, and he pulled them from her, turning them inside out. She scooted herself back, watching him.

 

He shed his own pants, kicking them away. She traced his broad shoulders and chest with a heated gaze, down to his waist and the prominent line of hard-muscled lower belly arrowing down from the edges of his hips in a vee. He held himself, stroking where her gaze touched and she lifted it back up to his. He grinned at her in anticipation.

 

A breathless laugh escaped her. “You are such a jackass, Reyes.”

 

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