She should move, scramble to the front seat of the SUV and get out of range. But she didn’t; she stared into his iridescent blue eyes as if mesmerized. This was not happening. This injured, delusional stranger was not hitting on her, he was not pushing her hot buttons, and she was not responding to him.
She’d been seeing Ben & Jerry’s exclusively for too damn long.
Erin cautiously ran her gaze over Jared. A six-foot something hunk of power thighs, pumped pecs, and piercing blue eyes didn’t walk by every day. The man was so potent that even his light touch was a heady aphrodisiac. The sensations he drew from her were stronger than anything she’d ever know, or at least could remember. It had been a while.
You don’t know him from Adam.
Eve didn’t know Adam either—at first.
He brushed her lips again, and she gasped as little fissures of electric heat zinged to her breasts and below…
Jared couldn’t stop himself from touching her mouth, fascinated by the new sensations of pleasure replacing the pain in him. Pleasure that made him want to touch her more, to explore the realm of desire he’d only heard of before, but had never experienced. When he’d pressed his hand against her a few moments ago, he’d felt such inviting softness that he wanted t bury himself within the comfort and ease she brought. But that was not a warrior’s way.
He leaned back in the seat and grimaced at the sharp edge of pain that grew stronger, the farther he moved from Erin. With that pain came a greater awareness of the sweet, heady scent of her blood and a dark hunger clamored inside of him. He gritted his teeth, pummeling the need with his steely will. He would have to leave before he killed her.
She was an Elan and the Fallen fed upon the blood of the Elan.
He would soon walk with the Fallen.
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