I could die today, and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still wake up tomorrow. Some people might consider that a good thing, and the time I took my first bullet, well, I can’t say I complained when I woke up, but that’s the middle of the story.
At first I didn’t want this “gift” which led me to a long search for my father. I thought he could help me. Turns out my father was in prison, and I just happened to get on the bad side of his warden—a huge, cyborg type of guy who could body double for Sylvester Stallone. He didn’t want me to see my father, and he was a pretty big obstacle for me to overcome.
So here I am trying to convince this guy, Kier, to let me see my father when all hell breaks loose. Then I suddenly learn I really don’t want to see dear old Dad after all. My life isn’t in danger, but how I spend the rest of my immortal existence is. The only thing standing between me and certain torture is Kier.
I don’t doubt he’ll protect me, but being so close to him makes me forget about things like safety. And the first time he kisses me turns into heat up the windows type of scene in the front seat of my car.
My immortal existence is safe with Kier. My heart is on shaky ground. How could I have fallen in love with a cyborg?
I opened my eyes to inky darkness. My head was nestled against something hard yet yielding, my back pressed against the seat cushion. I was back in the car. Confused, I tipped my head back and met Kier’s stoic gaze. It was his shoulder I’d been cozied up to.
The knowledge propelled me upwards, and I scooted back over to the driver’s seat. “You drugged me.” I snapped out the accusation, but Kier didn’t look affected.
“I told you what I gave you, Chloe, and it doesn’t cause loss of consciousness.”
“So what did?” I still wasn’t willing to let go of my suspicion.
“I imagine your panic.”
Humiliation loomed on the horizon. “I wasn’t panicked. I had no reason to pass out.”
“And yet, you did.”
My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I could now see the smile on his face. My urge to pummel him returned full force. Instead, I plastered on a smile of my own and asked sweetly. “Well, all that matters is it’s done. I’m assuming it’s safe to see my father now?”
“Considering it only takes a few minutes for the medication to take effect and you were unconscious for a good ten, you should be fine.”
The smile on my face faded. I couldn’t believe I had thought about being naked with him. “Great.” I started the engine, but Kier twisted the key in the ignition. My Ford sputtered to silence while I glared at him. “What now?”
“We can’t get to your father by driving.”
“So what, we fly?”
When he continued to look at me, I grew nervous. True, the guy could run fast but fly? Really? “What are you?” I had to have more information before I took off for parts unknown with this man-mutant.
“Are you trying to be funny?” I folded my arms, giving him the impression I wasn’t going anywhere until I had the knowledge I required.
Kier lifted a shoulder in a dismissing shrug. “Why does it matter what I am? I’m not the one you’re interested in.”
That wasn’t entirely true. “I wouldn’t have asked if it didn’t matter.”
“Some things are best left unknown.” The husky tone raised goose bumps on my arms.
“Are you really that much of a mystery?” My breath hitched.
He touched my chin with the tip of his index finger. “Are you always so curious?”
“You’re very good at deflecting.”
“I’m good at a lot of things.”
The response sent my blood pressure soaring. The conversation had tangoed its way into dangerous territory. “We should probably go.”
The seat creaked beneath his weight as he shifted. “Probably.”
He certainly didn’t sound like he was in any hurry to leave. I leaned closer toward him for a better look at his face. Not that looking at him was a hardship. My gaze focused on his lips. Full. Sensual. I’d never seen such perfect lips on a man. I wondered if they tasted as good as they looked.
I lifted my eyes in time to see Kier’s gaze pull away from my mouth. That got my heart to racing. We were both thinking about the same thing now. Or the same body part at least.
Silence squeezed all the life out of the interior, making even the thought of further conversation awkward. I shifted in my seat, my knee bumping Kier’s. He didn’t flinch or pull away.
Our breaths synchronized. His pupils dilated as I inched closer. Maybe one taste. A short quick kiss to feel—
Kier squelched the rest of the thought when his hands snagged hold of my arms, and he hauled me onto his lap. Hard, firm thighs provided an unyielding seat, and as I straddled his hips, his sex notched with mine.
His hands tangled in my hair, and I wished I’d taken the time to check my appearance. I could only see the chestnut ends of my hair, and the tangled strands were screaming for a brush. But my lack of grooming wasn’t holding Kier’s attention.
He tugged my head back and pulled me closer at the same time. I gasped and pressed my breasts into his chest. The heat from his skin scorched through his shirt and my blouse.
The oxygen in the car dwindled until we were forced to share one another’s. The scent of his skin—a unique combination of woods and musk—enveloped me, and as he drew me in, surrounding me with his arms, his presence, I whispered his name.
The sound ignited him, and his lips crushed mine, his hands holding my head still. From the little I knew about Kier, I hadn’t been expecting gentle, and I wasn’t disappointed.
I clung to his shirt, the buttons digging into my palms, but I needed the connection to keep me bound to reality. In spite of my craving for this fantasy world Kier dragged me into, I didn’t believe it could last. My mouth opened beneath the onslaught of his, and our tongues tangoed in a heated frenzy.
Blood rushed to my head, filling my ears, and I arched my hips, wanting to be closer. My temperature rising, I tore open his shirt to press my palms flat against his naked chest. His heart thundered against my hand, reassuring me I wasn’t the only one affected by this erotic exchange. The hardness of his chest gave me a momentary pause. What I felt wasn’t just muscle.
Kier tore his lips away from mine and trailed a line of kisses down my neck. My stomach quivered while I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Rationale fled at the speed of sound. All I wanted, needed, was his touch, his scent. Him.
So what do you think? Have you read Rachel Carrington before? What do you think of the genre? And more… what do you think about Teaser Tuesday? Should I keep on with it?
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