“Trisk, this is my best suit,” he complained, his hands gripping her waist sending a delicious tingle racing through her when he sent his fingers higher to find her breast, moving in ever-smaller circles.
She pulled the tie from him, looping it loosely around her own neck. “I never liked this suit,” she said as she started on the buttons next. “You look better in the gray one.”
“I’m not going to roll around in a barn in my best suit,” he protested as he kissed her.
She moved her lips against him, their scents mingling with the heat of their bodies rising. Trisk shifted to his ear. “Then take it off,” she said succinctly. Yes, he had made her life hell, but that he was here now, wanting her, was empowering. And my God, he is so beautiful.
His arm curved possessively about her, and she gasped when, with a sudden motion, he flipped her up and around, and their positions were reversed. Her shock vanished, and she smiled up at him. “Dr. Kalamack!” she protested coyly, but her hands were now free to tug his shirt out from his slacks.
“Don’t give me that,” he said, leaning over her. His kisses became savage, with gentle teeth worrying her flesh and sending jolts through her, making her gasp for more. Finally she got his shirt off, and she sent her hands over his smooth abdomen, wanting to feel him over her, in her, around her, suffusing her with feeling. Mine, this will be mine, she thought, wanting it all.
His hands slipped up her thigh, under her dress, searching. She rose up under him, her lips hungry at his neck as her hands found his belt, and then his zipper.
Kal sighed at his new freedom, then gasped, jerking when she ran her hand along his length as she let a whisper of ley line energy jump from her to him.
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, smoothly shifting her hands lower, cupping him, tracing his outlines. “I won’t do it again.”
Kal’s head dropped, and she quivered when he nibbled her breast again, lips both harsh and soft. She groaned in frustration when his mouth left her, only to play about her ear. “You surprised me is all,” he said, his voice husky. “Most times, I’m the one with the ley line finesse.”
“Is that—oh God!” she exclaimed when he sent a surge of line energy through her. Writhing, she shuddered as the connection faded. Breathless, she met his eyes, and they hesitated as they contemplated the options. Mixing sex and ley line energy elevated the experience, but if you didn’t know what you were doing, it was also dangerous. It had been a considerable amount of power, and she was beginning to get a better idea of why all those women had followed him through school.
This, I have to have, she thought as a slow smile crossed her face, and she lightly traced his abs when he drew down the straps of her dress from first her left shoulder, then her right, pulling them low until the breeze from the open door made her shiver. She let the barest whisper of line energy flow from her moving fingers to him, and his eyes flicked to hers, having felt it. Sometimes it was the lightest touch that got the strongest reaction, and he trembled as her hands drifted up to clasp behind his head and she drew him to her. “Never been with anyone who’s taken a four-hundred-level security course, eh?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t go as far as to say—” His eyes widened, and he groaned as the slim trace of energy blossomed into a torrent that matched his own earlier wash. Gasping, his head dropped, his lips finding her again.
Her back arched as his energies flowed into her once more, the two patterns warring with each other in an exquisite pleasure/pain that blinded them to all else. Wild with desire, she reached for him, almost frantic as she slipped her panties off and guided him in, even as they began to move together.
He was a glorious sensation suffusing her. She could feel him inside her, feel him over her, feel his energies mixing with hers in a delicious battle. His mouth on hers, they rose and fell, each straining for that perfect moment, knowing it was there, desperate for it.
Wild with need, she clutched him to her as their passions grew stronger, deeper, the energies more complex as they stirred them together, chiming to a still point.
“Now,” she moaned, feeling the sharp edge of it. “Oh God. Now.”
With a guttural groan of release, Kal clutched her, a wave of sensation spilling into her. Ecstasy washed over her, and she climaxed as well, wave after wave of it until the last ebbed to a soft hush and she could breathe again.
Kal’s breath was fast as he held himself over her. Eyes open, she took him in during an unguarded moment, his expression soft. He smiled at her, and she liked what she saw. What am I doing? she thought, then answered herself. Having a damn good time. Shut up, Trisk. There’s nothing left for you here.