Lifemate Connections: Eryn

There was no lie in his words, and her heart did another odd dance. 'Really?'

'Truly.' He released her hand and slid out of the bench seat. Her gaze scooted down his body and she saw that he hadn't been exaggerating. His cock was so hard, his jeans so taught against it, that she could see every little bump in his skin. And oh, how she wanted to feel those bumps inside.

'I've never felt anything like this before,' he continued. 'I need you as deeply as I need air.'

She scooted along the seat as he sat down beside her. 'If that's a line, it's a damn good one.'

He caught her hand again and tugged her towards him.

She shifted, pressing her back against the table as she straddled him. Or rather, straddled his thick shaft. He kissed her nose, and wrapped his arms around her waist. 'No line, just a truth I never expected.'

His hands began sliding up her back towards the zipper, and it was becoming hard to think again. 'Why?'

'Is that your question?'

His fingers skimmed her skin as he slid the zipper down, sending delicious tremors skating through her body. 'No.'

He raised his hands to her shoulders, slipping his fingers under the thin straps of her dress then sliding them down her arms. 'Then ask it, because I intend to make love to you, and I will not be answering questions during the process.'

The dress slithered to her waist, and the air felt gloriously cool against her suddenly bared skin. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. The heat surging between them just about boiled over, and she couldn't help a grin of satisfaction. Whatever lies this man might or might not be telling her, there was no lying about the urgency of his desire for her.

'A question then.' She hesitated, sucking in a breath as his lips closed in on a nipple, and he nipped it lightly.

'I'm listening,' he said, before his tongue curled around the nipple he'd just bitten, and sent exquisite sensations humming through her nerve endings.

Listening? she thought, somewhat dazedly. Oh yeah. The question. She cleared her throat. 'Why not simply warn the other women to stay away from the bar?'

'It was too late,' he murmured, his breath brushing coolness against the skin he'd just licked. 'The killer was here days before us, and the first four victims had all decided on the men who would father a child.'

Something in the way he said that made her frown.

'Father a child? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse, so to speak?' After all, couples had to test the realms of compatibility in the real world before they actually discussed the option of bringing a child into the world.

'In this case, no.' He lightly nipped her other breast, and she gasped, not in pain, but in pleasure.

'And that,' he continued, 'Was a second question.'

'You said just one, but I never actually agreed to it.'

His mouth moved up towards her neck, his kisses featherlight, yet burning deep. 'You want me to stop?'

'God, no.'

His smile seemed to flow through her mind, a warmth as bright as the sun itself. 'Good,' he murmured, as his mouth claimed hers.

For the longest time, there was nothing but kissing and tasting and teasing. And this sort of kissing was something she'd never experienced before—because it was more than just kissing, more than just a pathway to seduction. It was as if, somewhere in the meeting of their mouths, they were becoming one in a way far deeper than even the fusing of their bodies.

Then his mouth left hers, and regret ran through her. But only for a moment, as he began to nip, lick, and kiss a blazing trail down her neck. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, enjoying the sensations that boiled through her.

And suddenly, simply enjoying his touch wasn't enough.

She had to touch him, feel him, taste him, as thoroughly as he was tasting her.

She undid his shirt buttons and thrust the material aside, then slid her hands over his body, marveling at all the lean, hard flesh. Loving the way his skin reacted to her caress. The tremble that went through him when she plucked a nipple with two fingertips.

She kissed the base of his neck, then his pulse point, feeling a warm rush of feminine satisfaction at the way his pulse raced. No, there was no denying this man's need for her.

She raised her head and claimed his mouth once more, kissing him fiercely but briefly.

'I need you,' she whispered against his lips. 'As much as you need me.'

He groaned and wrapped a hand around the back of her head, pressing her forward and claiming her mouth again.

Not breaking the kiss, she rose onto her knees and reached between them, freeing him from the restrictions of his jeans. Then she thrust down on him. He groaned again, his hands sliding down to her hips, his grip bruising as he pressed her down harder. She echoed his groan and began to move. He was right there with her, kissing and touching and caressing as he moved so gloriously deep inside her. The deep down ache bloomed, becoming a kaleidoscope of sensations that washed through every corner of her mind.

She thrust back her head again, gasping for breath, the air itself seeming to burn as fiercely as her skin.

Then the shuddering began and she grabbed his shoulders, pushing him deeper still, wanting to feel every inch of him through every inch of her. Pleasure began to explode as his movements become faster, more urgent.

'Look at me,' he growled.

Her gaze met his, and something deep inside quivered. His eyes burned with desire and passion, but something else, something she couldn't name, seared the gray depths, stirring her in ways she didn't think possible.

'You are mine,' he said, and his hoarse voice seemed to echo through her mind, through every fiber of her being.

Yes, she thought. Yes!

Then the passion exploded and she was quivering, trembling, whimpering, as his warmth spilled into her and his body went rigid against hers.

Finally, she collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her so tight it felt as if he never intended to let her go. And as much as she knew he would, she still reveled in that brief, and oh so glorious, sensation of belonging.

For several minutes neither of them moved. The air stirred around them, lifting the heat from their skin without managing to chill. From the general direction of the kitchen came the rattle of harsh breathing, and she half smiled, knowing then that Dan had indeed watched—and enjoyed. A normal woman might have been embarrassed by that knowledge, but she was a shifter. Exhibitionism was almost as natural as an extremely high sex drive.

She was just glad face shifters seemed to share the same natural urges.

Grey stirred, pushing her back from him a little before cupping her cheeks with his palms. His gaze held hers for several seconds, then he smiled, and gave her a sweet, gentle kiss. 'I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get my fill of you.'

Her heart did another of those uneven little dances. Did that mean he intended to keep on seeing her after the killer was caught? Lord, she hoped so.

'I thought you had a killer to catch?'

'I do. But the killer strikes at night. That gives us most of the day to play.'

'I do need to get some beauty sleep, you know,' she said dryly.

His thumb skimmed to her mouth, outlining it gently, sending another tremor through her. 'Why? You're beautiful enough as it is.'

She grinned. 'You haven't seen me pre-breakfast, before coffee. Totally horrible.'

'Well, technically, I have, seeing we came here to have breakfast.'