[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.She just had to make it six months, that was all.By then, this heat stuff, whatever it was, wouldsurely dissipate.She could find a way to control it, to walk away as she needed to.Ely said she had given her the hormonal treatment to prevent conception, and she hadn't been lyingabout that.Harmony could smell a lie a mile away.She could read it, even in Jonas; the doctor hadn'tbeen deceiving her.Okay.She straightened her shoulders.Six months.She could do this.She would be free then.Free ofJonas and of Lance.She ignored the prick of regret at the thought of ever being free of Lance.It wasn't emotion, she assuredherself; it was the thought of losing something she had never had and always wondered about.Thewarmth.The pleasure in touch.That was what she would miss.Not the man.Never the man.She flipped off the jets, pulled the plug to drain the water from the tub and stood carefully.She was stillweak, but it would go away soon.The inactivity and lack of food had caused it, not anything serious.Pulling the towel from her head, she shook her hair out, then moved to the counter and the overnight bagsitting there.Ely's voice had held some disdain when she spoke of the lotions inside.Lotion, hairproducts, makeup, oils and the tools needed to keep every inch of her body clean, soft and gentlyscented.Not like it had been that first year of her escape.Her skin dry and flaky, the filth of the labs lingering onher, drawing in every Coyote sent to look for her.Tracking her had been easy then.Hungry, living onraw nerves and what scraps of food she could steal, Death had been close to succumbing to her owncurse.Not anymore.Page 49Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlAn hour later, she shook her dry hair around her shoulders, feeling the thick, silken strands caress hersatin-soft skin.It shimmered with life as the subtle morning dew scent of her lotions blended with thescent Lance had left on her body.She was no longer the scrawny, dirty animal who had been yanked from the gutters and dragged into theworld of the living.She was Death when she killed.A dark shadow of vengeance, unstoppable in itsresolve.As a woman, she was Harmony.Serene.Calm.And she would survive this.Maybe.CHAPTER 7The only advantage of the hormonal therapy was prevention of conception, Harmony thought as nightfully descended over Lance's home.Because it sure as hell wasn't helping with the arousal.Well, the pain wasn't there.She could feel the building hunger growing inside her without the white-hotflames exploding in painful awareness of the need.But she ached.She was wet.And she wanted nothingmore than to lick Lance from head to toe.Sitting in the open living room, Harmony tried to keep her attention on the news program showing on thewidescreen television hanging on the wall across from them.Sitting cross-legged in one of the broad,comfortable chairs as she worked on her nails, she could see Lance from the corner of her eye.He was slouched back in the corner of the couch.A large pillow rested behind his back and he held theremote with firm possession at his side.The position gave Harmony the advantage of tracking every hard muscular line of his body.Long,powerful legs were encased in denim that did nothing to hide the absolutely luscious muscle beneath.Heshifted a bit, stretching out more comfortably, drawing her attention to his thighs as they flexed.And shehad no business letting her eyes wander to that area, because keeping her gaze from the hard bulgebetween them was damned impossible.He was hard.His erection was like a thick wedge beneath his jeans, reaching toward his lower stomach.She jerked her gaze back to the television, but the pretty-boy charm of the newsman had nothing on therough-around-the-edges, earthy draw Lance projected.Within seconds her eyes shifted again, moving back to the temptation of the body stretched out inabandon on the couch.He looked half-asleep.Drowsy-eyed, relaxed.Unthreatening.It was hard to believe this was the manshe had allowed to cuff her, to gag her.The man who had kept her belt on, her pants around her thighsand fucked her to dizzying heights.Her vagina clenched at the memory.She could feel the dampness growing between her thighs as hernipples began to press tighter against the loose tan cotton sleeveless shirt she wore with the wide-leggedmatching pajama bottoms.If she sat there much longer, she was going to end up crawling up his body like the cat he called her.Page 50Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlAnd God, wouldn't that feel good.Stroking along his body, licking at every delectable inch of male fleshas she went."Is it working?"His voice jerked her out of the daydream, causing her eyes to widen as she jerked her head around tostare at him more fully."What?" Had he known how she was watching him? Hungering for him?"The hormone therapy." He lifted his hand, still gripping the remote, and waved it toward her."Is itworking?"The need to taste him was killing her."It's working fine." She nodded before ducking her head and pulling her gaze from him.She lowered her head and concentrated on buffing her nails."Hmm." The low, dark murmur had her eyes lifting as they narrowed on him."What does that mean?"She expected another of those wicked smiles, or at least a heated look.He was watching her with aslight frown instead, his expression much too serious."You're a strong woman," he finally said softly."Megan said the heat is impossible to ignore, even withthe hormones.""What do you want me to say, Lance?" She swallowed tightly."This isn't a comfortable situation for me.""Why? You were comfortable enough that night in the bar to come home with me.What's changed,Harmony?""A one-night stand& ""Have a lot of those, do you?" he asked mildly."No." She shook her head, confusion tearing through her.Where the hell was her self-control, her abilityto smack a man in place with no more than a look?She stared back at him, his scent wrapping around her, affecting her senses in a way that threw hersystem into chaos.Nervous awareness sizzled along her nerve endings as her breathing began to roughenand the arousal began to grow."So why should it be different now?" he asked her."You weren't a weakness then," she snapped, jumping to her feet as she wrapped her arms over herbreasts and paced to the doorway."You're a weakness now."He didn't move; he just lay there.Page 51Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Running away, Harmony?" he asked as though she intended to do just that."This conversation is pointless.""You can't run away from yourself forever.Aren't you tired of running by now?"Harmony turned back to him, knowing she wasn't hiding the effect his accusation had on her."Hiding is the only way to survive," she whispered."Do you believe Jonas was the only person searchingfor me the last ten years, Lance? Or the only one to get close? Eventually, my enemies will find me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]