[Bayou Gavotte 03.0] Heart of Constantine Read Online Free PDF

delightful suggestion. It was clever, but it won’t keep Nathan away for long. He’ll want more and more, and if you associate with me, it will only get worse.”
    She knew that, but she couldn’t support him one minute and abandon him the next. It went against everything she’d been taught, everything she’d learned by her father’s example.
    And, she had to admit, that wasn’t all that held her. The closer Constantine came, the more he was aroused. His words urged her to leave, while his aura pulled her closer. She didn’t need a sixth sense to melt under the heat of his sensuality, but it sure came in handy. He could have been made of stone for all the interest he showed, but he was extremely turned on, and she knew it.
    Miraculously, it turned her on, too.
    She breathed him in. He smelled
fabulous.
Her lips yearned for the smooth bronze of his skin.
    “Hit me hard, get into that car, and drive the hell away.”
    “Not on your life,” she said, and swiftly kissed his cheek.

    With a growl of despair, he gave in and pulled her hard against him, kissing her properly, while the crow cackled,
She wants you, wants you, wants you
. He sent it a halfhearted
They all do,
and let himself explore her.
    But she’s not afraid
, the bird said as it flew away.
    That didn’t mean she was safe with him, but she was hot and sweet, and it had been too damned long. If he were a good guy, he’d just shoot her one of the one-touch orgasms he’d perfected during his long period of celibacy and send her away to become another of the chicks who raved about him.
    But he wasn’t a good guy, and she melted against him and kissed him back, and before he knew it, he was hard as a tree, gripping her ass, and grinding himself against her.
    He was used to the incessant click of cameras, but she wasn’t and pulled away first.
    “Welcome to the tabloids,” he said, as Nathan whooped and tore out of the parking lot. “By noon, we’ll be all over the web.”
    She’d gone pale as ice, but she composed herself. “I’d better run while he’s out of the way.” She got into the car and buckled herself in. She rolled down the window and frowned up at Constantine, lips parted, as if she wanted to say something.
    He shouldn’t let himself look at her lips. He couldn’t risk a relationship. He couldn’t even risk a quick fuck.
    “Good-bye, then,” she said, eyes widening. Slowly, she drove away. He sent a kiss on the wind as her car disappeared from sight.

    “Are you out of your mind?” Lavonia said. Her wild black curls quivered against her creamy brown skin. Even just out of bed, her voluptuous figure wrapped in a tattered pink robe and about to deliver a rant, Lavonia was drop-dead gorgeous.
    Marguerite folded her arms against her chest, rubbing the goose bumps away. Lavonia always kept her air conditioning too cold, and by the time Marguerite had finished explaining what had happened at the mound—a little too incoherently for her own self-respect—she was frozen from top to toe. “Maybe. I don’t know. Regardless, I can’t call the cops.” She got up from her chair by the kitchen table and paced to keep herself warm.
    Or maybe to keep herself from freaking out.
    Lavonia was her closest friend in Bayou Gavotte. Not that Marguerite considered any of her friends close, apart from Zeb; her aura-reading ability made that difficult. Still, Lavonia’s was the shoulder she’d cried on after Pauline’s suicide, and was Marguerite’s support through the funeral and all the attendant business. She was also a witch, a psychology student, and a former nurse, and she had listened in growing disbelief to Marguerite’s story. “You were drugged and maybe raped. You have to go to the police. You have to be examined at the hospital.”
    “I can’t,” Marguerite said wearily. “I already said, in public and for the whole world to know, that I fell asleep waiting for Constantine Dufray to have tantric sex with me.”
    “And you can