Curt didn't move. He stood his ground, letting her come to
him: confident, male, perfect. At nineteen, he was more
than a head taller than most human men and had been since
about her age. His midnight blue eyes met hers, not
inviting her to him intimately but more -- she hoped.
Erin stopped before him, not quite touching Curt. "Hungry?"
she asked, hoping her voice sounded seductive to him.
His eyes flicked to the plate then to her mouth. "Yes." His
voice was dark, full of a dangerous emotion that she prayed
"I like to go too far," she teased him, well aware that
someday Phillip would take her up on that offer. The
thought both excited and terrified her. It was all part of
the game, the chance of being caught. She shivered in the
imagined climax that would roll through her body if someone
caught them in the heat of the moment.
"I know." His hand slid under her skirt, testing her
STAY WITH ME
She kept her eyes shut tight, reveling in the feeling of
Jonas' solid hand in her own. Shawna knew better than to
open her eyes, knew Jonas wouldn't open his own. It hadn't
taken them long to learn the rules of their existence. The
psychic had helped with that.
When one was a spirit and one was flesh, hard choices had
to be made. This was one of them. They could draw on the
strength of their love to make the faint recollection of
touch a reality but only if their eyes remained closed to
the truth. If they gazed at one another, the moment was
lost, not to be recaptured quickly or easily.