Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

leathers with a fierce longing to sample her wet heat. He hadn't even touched her and already he was burning up. He dug deep for a shred of control. This wasn't the time or place for thoughts like these.

He had a mission to carry out, and taking time away from that for sex, even if he would lay odds it would be one of the best experiences of his life, seemed wrong. Not that he wasn’t about breaking every rule he could given half a chance. No, he had to do the right thing, which right now meant getting to Boston and procuring some new wheels. He grimaced. He was sure Grae would give him hell over losing his bike. Even more so if he knew it was because of a woman. He had a knack for finding the trouble in women.

Although at this point, his twin didn't have much room to talk about things happening because of a woman. He'd gone and fallen in love with the woman their uncle had hired to hurt them. Granted, she didn't know why she'd been hired, but still… He shook his head, not wanting to think about Grae and Rena right now. Their theories of balance still sounded too good to be true and even more impossible for him. He knew without a doubt that he’d already gone too far, used too much magick. He might not be able to save himself from a certain to be short life, but he could help with the asshole they were forced to claim as uncle. The bastard had tortured him and his three brothers every chance he got and even now seemed hell bent on destroying them one way or another.

As he watched Selene's leg slide across the set he marveled how her body curved and molded perfectly to the seat. She looked briefly at him, long enough for that shock of heat to flare between them. This time she didn't push it at him, instead it wove them together. She broke the eye contact quickly, but the damage had been done or more like the heat had flared.

She slid forward on the seat, making a little more room for him on the bike. She turned the key and flicked the switch, the engine roaring to life beneath her. It was a powerful bike, one not many women rode, but it suited her perfectly. Strong, sassy, with attitude to spare. Nothing like getting a nut over a Busa babe. She looked like trouble and he had enough of that on his own.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

Kicking his own leg across the bike, he slid into place behind her, his semi hard cock nestling between the cheeks of her ass. He groaned inwardly, knowing this ride would kill him. That little bit of contact between them through clothes and all stirred something deep within him. His magick moved.

Well, hell, that was new.

His body tightened when she turned to give him one last glance before putting on her helmet. That knowing look in her eyes made him want to pull her whole body back against his, skin to skin, to explore, to tempt and taste her…

“You ready to go or do you need some time to take care of something?” Her breathless voice stilled his thoughts. Her attempt at sarcasm fell flat, betrayed by her lust filled eyes and obvious struggle for even breathing. It was nice to know she was as affected as he was. His mouth twitched in amusement, making it damn difficult to keep a straight face.

“Ready when you are, babe.” Oh yeah, he was ready all right. Ready to bend her over the motorcycle right there and now and bury himself in her wet, tight heat. Fuck them both senseless until whatever trouble his magick sensed was brewing blew over. He reached down to shift the position of his cock, as the pain from his zipper digging into his now fully engorged shaft was killing him.

He donned his helmet and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, forcing them tight together. There would be no denying his arousal. No problem, he mused, let's see how she handles this.

“Let's go, Selene. Show me what you've got.”

Her beast of a bike roared underneath them as she shot toward the open highway, spewing gravel behind her. Under his hand her body heated. Not hot, but a subtle sensation like a warm shower on a cold night. Like him, it felt good to ride. Free and easy on the open road, and obviously her fire starting abilities were linked with her emotions. It seemed any surge in feeling such as anger, lust or the myriad of other possibilities heated her. So far anger had been destructive and happiness was comforting. He imagined her in lust, her pleasure. Would her body heat up when he fucked her? Would she warm his pistoning cock as he brought her to climax over and over again?

He sighed. This was going to be a long ride.

Selene looked at the sign announcing the miles to Boston and calculated if she pushed her bike hard she could have them in the city before midnight. Night had fallen a few hours ago and the constant press of his body against hers had her itchy and restless. She didn't even need to look at his face to know he probably needed a break as well. The tension in his hard body against her had been vibrating around them both for hours.

Spying an advertisement for gas at the next exit, she made a decision to stop and take a break. She just needed a little breathing room, not to mention gas for her bike. Maybe some food would help them both. Or some ice cold water to cool them down. She shook her head, laughing at herself. She sounded like a desperate woman about to die if she didn't get a break from this man.

Since when did she let men get