Enigma: Prologue to Live Wire Read Online Free PDF Page A

watching as he let the inner part of his hand cup the curve of her shoulder.
    Hell, he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her until he was mindless with it, until nothing or no one mattered but Tehya.
    She would be the death of him.
    That was but a distant thought as he let himself relish the feel of his palms. He swore he could feel the sizzle of heat just below the flesh, drawing him, surging through his pores and washing through his system.
    “Bad idea.” Swallowing tightly, he stared back at her, so focused on the strength of the need surging through him that all thoughts of pulling back evaporated.
    The emerald green of her eyes darkened, glittering with need as he watched her lips tremble.
    “Six years,” she whispered. “I waited…”
    He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t hear it. The words she was about to whisper would be words she would regret the moment she realized that it wouldn’t have mattered if it had been twenty years.
    To hold back the words he covered her lips with his, because he couldn’t let himself hear it.
    And everything in the fucking world exploded.
    Son of a bitch.
    He would have froze if every lust cell in his body hadn’t risen in revolt. Because by freezing, he would be stopping. Hell no.
    He tasted her.
    His tongue slipped over her lips, licked at them, and before he could retrieve his basic common sense, he gave into this one hunger.
    It wouldn’t go any further. He wouldn’t allow it.
    But this one pleasure was incredible.
    Tehya was terrified to breathe, to whimper in hunger, or to moan in pleasure. She was entranced by the kiss she hadn’t really expected, held enthralled by a hunger that suddenly exploded through her system. His tongue stroked against hers, exciting that feminine, sensual part of her that went deeper than she had ever imagined.
    But oh God.
    She could feel herself trembling, shaking against him. Her hand lifted, fingers outspread, not really touching him. She wanted to touch him. Desperately. Feel him.
    He was warm, so warm. The feel of his lips moving against hers, over them, his tongue stroking against hers sent pleasure racing through her as she lifted, strained to get closer without gripping his arms and pulling herself straight into his embrace.
    His fingers curved around her shoulders, held her to him. Her fingers curled and before she knew it she was gripping the material of his shirt, feeling the rolled sleeves beneath them.
    Okay, maybe he wouldn’t feel her hands shaking through the material of his clothing. Maybe he wouldn’t sense the incredible need that, there seemed, there was no escape from. A need that had tormented her since the day she had met him.
    “God. Tey.” His hands slid down her arms, gripped her hips and jerked her closer, pulling her against the hard, heated length of his cock.
    Behind denim, thick and hard, the heated flesh of his erection was a wedge of temptation, a promise of satisfaction, and it was pressing into her lower stomach. She could feel the promise of satisfaction within her grasp. His hands gripped and kneaded her ass, lifting her, the silk of her gown falling, pressing between her legs as she felt his thigh wedging between hers, the rough denim rubbing the silk against the swollen, sensitive flesh of her sex.
    She had never deemed herself a romantic person, but she saw starbursts.
    His teeth nipped at her lips as she gasped, fighting to draw in oxygen as his lips tore from hers, the rasp of the day’s growth of his beard scraping against her jaw in a caress that had her arching closer.
    It was exquisite. It was better than she had ever imagined it could be, and her imagination was damned good.
    “Jordan.” The gasp of his name was a sigh of pleasure as she felt his hand move from her rear to her thigh, his fingers edging beneath the silk of her gown, the calloused tips of his fingers stroking up the outside of her thigh.
    “Is this what you want, Tey?” His arm wrapped around her waist, lifted her, and