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

his dark emotions were now swimming through her system, fighting for purchase. She'd learned to fend off many different feelings from people around her, and for the most part was successful. But this—she hesitated, testing the sensations, seemed different. Stronger and aggressive. A battle waged within her as his passion and drive struggled to survive inside her.

“I think I'm going to faint,” she barely whispered, then suddenly pitched forward in the chair, noticing the unmistakable look of horror that crossed his face as she fell.

Rena woke with a start. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to figure out what happened and where she was. She couldn't remember where she'd last been. Looking to her right, her eyes fixated on a bureau with some books and papers stacked on top of it. As she continued to take in her surroundings her thoughts focused, and she remembered she had come to visit Graelen Scott to tell him what she'd found. The memory of his anger over her information rushed through her as she recalled the level of fury and distrust that had transferred to her when he touched her. The intensity arching between them in that moment frightened her.

Lifting her head, she swung her gaze in the opposite direction to realize she was lying in a bed and she wasn't alone. Without looking at his face, she instantly knew that Graelen lay beside her. After that touch she'd recognize his aura anywhere from now on. He’d crossed his arms over his chest and his hands rested on the sleek fabric of his shirt. Inexplicably, she found herself imagining what he would look like without clothes. His slacks molded to lean, muscular legs and cupped an impressive package, considering his relaxed state.

Wouldn't I like to know what he's dreaming about?

Rena laughed at the incredulous thought and jerked her gaze away. She barely knew this man yet now she was wondering about his sexual dreams. That must have been some touch. Was there such a thing as sexual power when it came to people like him?

She gingerly touched the soft tips of her fingers to her forehead searching for a sore spot. With the crazy train of her thoughts she must have suffered a head wound when she fell.

When she found nothing her gaze drifted back to Graelen and continued its path across his flat and likely rock hard abs, barely disguised under the thin cotton of his shirt. But what really caught her eyes were his well-toned chest and arms. The urge to trace a path along the veins of his forearms overwhelmed her. She'd always admired men with well-toned torsos and ached to see what his would feel like under the pads of her fingertips. She didn't think one touch would hurt anything. Who would know?

She eased her hands towards his chest, hovering just above his cloth-covered flesh. Just as she was about to land her palm on his body, his hand snaked out and grasped her by the wrist, stopping her in mid motion.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” he snarled. “I bite.”

She jerked her arm, attempting to free it as her heart stammered. Adrenalin and fear rushed through her veins from the shock of being caught in the act. His quick reflexes and masculine grasp held her tight, leaving her speechless and gasping for breath.

“I'm—I'm sorry. I didn't know you were awake.”

“Rena, you don't have to look at me like that. I wasn't really planning to bite you. At least, not so you wouldn't like it.”

She must have looked like a frightened deer caught in the headlights. She turned her head and attempted to regain her composure. Nearly every thought in head since she’d woken had been about him and sex. He had every right to be pissed. His hand loosened and his thumb caressed the sensitive skin of the inside of her wrist. Lust shot through her body in a direct line to her sex, heating her blood.

Rena's head spun when his lips replaced his fingers and trailed hot kisses along her arm. Oh God, this wasn’t happening. She barely knew this man, yet his touch scorched her soul. Even his controlled passion beat at her emotional barriers. Her breasts tingled and the tightened tips rubbed the cloth of her bra, inciting her nerve endings. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his arms.

“Rena, look at me.” She turned to meet his gaze, searching those gorgeous jade eyes for guidance. “Do you still want to touch me?”

She nodded. Boy, did she. Since the moment she'd first looked into his eyes she'd had a hard time focusing on her job. Wrong or right, she yearned to touch this man.

“Do it.” He released her arm and lay back down on the bed, resting his arms at his sides.

She spied his enormous erection, barely contained inside his trousers, and itched to touch it. But first she wanted to continue what she'd started earlier. Her hand trembled as she reached for him, gently resting her palm on the flat plane of his abs.

Graelen sighed. “Mmm…”

He raised his hand to her face and stroked down her cheek. Unable to resist, she leaned into his hand, inhaling the scent of his skin. Warm, masculine spice. Her heart leapt when he touched her lips with a soft, gentle caress. She looked up to find him staring at her, bold need and desire blazing in his eyes, startling her.

Oh God, that look. It drew her like a magnet. He pushed forward, bringing his lips so close. The warmth of his breath moved across her skin, tickling her.

“I'm going to kiss you now. Are you ready?” He didn't give her a chance to answer, instead his lips pressed against her own, soft and gentle. Where she had expected hard and urgent he took his time tracing his tongue along the outline of her lips. The sensation sent a tremor through her body as her fingers curled around his shirt, nails