The Touch

by Jaymie Holland

  She reached down and grasped one of his hands. Shock filled his expression and he paused, holding himself in her core.

  Images came to her, images that made her want him even more. “Lace your fingers with mine and make love to me.”

  “Are you sure?” He said in a husky voice as he complied. “Your hands…”

  “Mmmmm…” She saw him taking her, felt it in her vision at the same time he started moving in and out again. Images of the two of them from above and around blended with reality, taking her so close to climax she knew it would take little to throw her over the edge.

  His jaw was tense and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “I feel it. I feel what you’re seeing, what you’re feeling.”

  The surprise at his statement was nothing compared to the next visions. She saw them in a wedding ceremony, then with two brown-haired girls and a home filled with happiness. Wade would always be in danger from his occupation, but she saw nothing but a long life for him.

  The images vanished and then it was only the two of them. No more visions, just Wade taking her. God, she felt like he was making love to her everywhere, that his hands were on every part of her body.

  She felt crazy with need, crazy with lust, crazy for him. Her body began trembling and vibrating so hard she knew there was no stopping now.

  “Come with me,” she begged as she reached her point of no return. “Come with me, Wade.”

  At the same moment she cried out with her climax, he growled loud and long with his own release. With him still gripping her hand, she saw stars whirl around them.

  She felt his orgasm as well as her own, and it made the beauty of their joining almost too much to bear. She knew he was feeling the same thing. Somehow she was able to share this intense experience with him, projecting it to him. Perhaps because he was her true soul mate, but she didn’t really know.

  He continued moving in and out of her, their eyes never leaving one another. Her core clenched down on him, taking his seed, milking it deep inside her.

  When they both could bear it no longer, Wade rolled onto his side drawing Chandra with him. She still felt his cock pulsing in her core as it gripped him tight.

  They still held hands, but her visions had slipped away. She could focus entirely on Wade and the moment. Their skin was slick with sweat and the musk of their lovemaking made her want him again. She could feel him hardening inside her, and knew he was as ready as she was.

  This time he rolled onto his back with her straddling him and joined both their hands.

  He paused with her on top and him hard and deep inside her. “Children, huh?”

  Heat flushed her cheeks and surprise coursed her that he had seen her vision. But at that moment she didn’t want to question it. So instead she smiled and traced her finger along the scar over one of his eyes.

  “Two girls. And they’ll both have the Touch.” She twisted her lips. “And they just might be shadow shifters as well.”

  Wade grinned and drew Chandra down to him so that their lips brushed. “We’re going to have our hands full, aren’t we?” he stated.

  She smiled back before she reached for his hands again. “We certainly are.”

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  Adam smiled to himself. Some quality time together could lead to some fun activities later. He took her hand as they walked together to the parking lot where he led her to his truck. When they reached the passenger door, he paused and she looked up at him.

  He cupped her cheeks in his palms and lowered his head so that his mouth hovered over hers. Her lips parted and he brought his mouth slowly down. She gave a soft little moan as he nipped her lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

  Adam groaned as she kissed him back. Her kiss was almost tentative, as if she wasn’t sure what she was doing, and that turned him on even more.

  He drew her tight up against him and she moaned again. She tasted sweet, her body soft against his.

  When he drew away from the kiss, Casey looked up at him, her eyes wide. Her lips glistened with moisture beneath the parking lot lights.

  Adam brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. “Ready to go?”

  Casey drew her shoulders back. “Yes.”

  They both climbed into the truck and she smiled at him as he started the truck and put it into gear, and headed for the bar.

  When they pulled up to the parking spaces in front of the bar, Adam frowned. The place was closed and it looked like permanently.

  “So much for McKelly’s,” he said.

  She looked disappoint
ed. “Guess that’s it for the night.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.” Adam moved close to her. “We can have a drink or coffee at my place. I live in Scottsdale, about twenty-five minutes from here.”

  Casey paused and her lips pursed in consideration. Her lips were so damned sexy. He couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

  “Okay,” she finally said and took a deep breath. “I’ll go with you. Just give me your address so I can text it to my sister.”

  Adam’s house was beautiful, Casey thought. His automotive business apparently did well, really well. Nerves tightened her belly as he let her into the house. She jumped as he closed the door behind her.

  She had sent Jett a text when they left McKelly’s and then again when they arrived in front of Adam’s house.

  The entire time he held her hand she felt warm sensations in her belly. Was he really into kink? Curiosity made her bite her lower lip. Did she want to find out?

  Yes.

  Casey followed him and enjoyed the view. He had a nice, tight ass and the leather pants showed it off perfectly. His back was muscular, his triceps well defined. A fantasy spun through her mind of seeing him naked and touching his hard body. Everywhere.

  The house was spacious with overstuffed couches, a recliner, and solid wood furniture that included a coffee table, end tables, and a sofa table. He went to the corner and she realized he had a wet bar.

  He raised a bottle of white wine. “Wine or something stronger?”

  “How about a rum and Coke?” She needed to relax, to not be so keyed up.

  “You’ve got it.” Her masked man drew out a bottle of rum and a can of Coke. “I think I’ll make it two.”

  She neared him and watched the play of muscles in his forearms as he filled two highball glasses with the soda and two shots of rum each.

  Casey raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

  He smiled. Damn, his smile was so sexy. “Do you want me to make another one with less rum?”

  “No.” She could use a little extra to bolster her courage. The more she was here, the more she considered how much she wanted him. “This is fine.”

  Adam handed her the glass and she tipped it and swallowed. Her eyes watered a little from how strong the drink was. Warmth traveled down her throat to her belly where it heated her through.

  They moved to the couch and Adam had her sit close to him. His body felt warm and hard next to hers and she imagined what it would feel like to see that body… Completely naked.

  Mmmmm.

  Casey took another drink of her rum and Coke. “Where is your automotive shop?” she asked as she brought her glass down.

  “Near the ASU campus in Tempe.” He slowly stroked her shoulder.

  “Same here,” Casey said after she took another drink. “I mean I work in that area. I manage a small bookstore on Mill Avenue.”

  “Jam’s Second Hand Books?” he asked.

  “That’s it.” The rum and coke was really starting to work its magic. She started to feel relaxed and more at ease. She went to take another drink and found that she had drained the glass.

  He took the glass and set it on an end table. “You may have gone through that a little fast.”

  “Are you really into kink?” She blurted the words out then mentally chastised herself.

  He considered her for a moment. “Would it scare you away if I said yes?”

  Casey shook her head. “Not at all.”

  Butterflies danced in her belly as she looked up into his brilliant green eyes. They were beautiful. She felt like she’d seen those eyes before tonight… Could she have met Adam before?

  Who did she know who had such green, green eyes?

  But then she wasn’t thinking about his eyes anymore. She was thinking about his lips and how good they felt when he’d kissed her in the parking lot.

  Adam got to his feet and took her hand and helped her stand. He brought her closer to him then slid his hands over her latex-covered hips and grabbed her ass and squeezed her to him, tight. She gasped when she felt his erection, huge against her belly. It sent excitement through her as well as a tiny amount of trepidation.

  Her heart pounded and her throat grew dry as he looked at her. “You’re beautiful, Casey.”

  She placed her palms on his chest and ran her tongue along her lower lip. “How do you know? Under this mask I could be hideous.”

  “No…” Adam smiled and shook his head. “You are a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman.”

  Casey caught her breath as he lowered his head and moved his lips over hers in a soft and sensual movement. She moaned as his kiss lit up her senses, driving her wild with need. She slid her palms up to his neck and touched his hood with her fingertips.

  She tasted rum and Coke on his tongue, but he also had a distinctly masculine taste that she loved. She drank in his scent, filling her body with it as they kissed.

  His mouth was warm over hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and then he softly bit her lip and it made her cry out with want and need.

  Adam moved his hands from her ass and his palms slid up over the latex to her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she gave a little cry when he pinched them, feeling a small burst of pain before pleasure. He kissed her with more depth and pinched her nipples even harder.

  When he raised his head and she looked into his eyes, Casey’s breath came out in shallow pants. She touched the mask where it covered his cheek. “I want to see you.”

  A sexy smile crept over his face. “Soon enough.”

  “Do I know you?” She licked her lips again. “Your voice doesn’t sound familiar. The only thing that looks remotely familiar about you is your eyes. But I don’t remember anyone who has eyes like yours.”

  “Don’t worry, Casey.” He slid his fingers into her hair and cupped her face. “I’ll take care of you.”

  ***

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  “Jeez, woman.” Casey made a snorting noise over the phone line. “You need to get laid.”

  Jett laughed, amusement bubbling up inside of her as she rolled onto her back in her oh-so-comfortable bed. She held the cell phone closer to her ear. “Since when did you go the route of promiscuity, sis?”

  “Who said anything about being promiscuous?” Casey had a smile in her voice and Jett could picture her blonde sister’s grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you need it bad. You’ve been so uptight and it’s been going on for a while now.”

  “I know, I know.” Jett flopped one arm over her eyes before moving it aside. She stared up at the cracks on the ceiling, tracing one at a time with her gaze. “It’s been way too long.”

  “So figure it out.” Casey yawned over the line, triggering an answering yawn in Jett. “Before you bite off someone else’s head.”

  “You don’t think that woman deserved it?” Jett said, thinking about the snot of a saleswoman who had told Casey yesterday that her ass was too fat for her department—in so many words—and to go to the “women’s” department, a.k.a. plus-sizes. Not that there was anything wrong with plus sizes—it was how the woman had said it. And when it came to her sister, Jett could possibly be considered a little overprotective.

  “Yeah, she was kind of a bitch.” A hint of irritation was in Casey’s voice as she responded to Jett. “Still, I’ve never seen you lay into someone like that before.”

  Jett shrugged to herself then rubbed the remains of sleep from her eyes. “Whatever the case, I don’t have any male prospects at this time and I’m not picking some guy up at a bar.”

  “There were some hot men at Danica’s party last night,” Casey said. “But you spent the night talking with the girls, which isn’t like you at all.”

  “I did some checking before I wasted my time,” Jett said. “Married or gay, all of them.”

  “Okay… What about online dating?” Casey started to cover territory they’d alr
eady been through before. “I’ve been thinking of trying it.”

  “I don’t know, Case.” Jett frowned, thinking about her sister taking chances like that. “So many weirdoes out there. On the news I’ve heard of stalkers coming from online dating. I don’t think it’s worth it.”

  Paper crackled on Casey’s end of the line, almost sounding like static. “I found a place that’s different from online dating. Every applicant is screened in person, videos are made, backgrounds checked …”

  “And they cost a small fortune, right?” Jett stared at a particularly big crack in her ceiling. “And when you have a historic monument of a house that requires constant upkeep like I do, there isn’t a lot of cash left over at the end of the day.”

  “Well, it’s something to think about.” Casey made a sound like a sigh. “I need to get ready to go to Mom’s so I’d better get going.”

  “Give Mom a hug.” Jett pushed her hand through her hair. “Tell her I’ll stop by tomorrow.”

  “Starbucks tomorrow morning?” Jett asked even though she knew the answer. She had coffee every morning with her sister before she went to her job as a bank teller.

  Casey laughed. “Seven sharp.”

  “See ya.” Jett punched the off button and rolled onto her side to look at the bedside clock. She was definitely having a lazy Saturday morning. Already ten-thirty and she was usually never in bed past six. Last night’s party had totally worn her out, and the four glasses of wine hadn’t helped.

  “Henry.” Jett smacked her forehead with the heel of her palm. She’d forgotten that the repairman was due to arrive at any time. “Damn.” She tossed her blanket aside and scrambled out of bed. Her baby doll top slid from where it had bunched up around her waist, down over the matching silky black panties. She started toward the bathroom—she needed to get changed before Henry Johnson arrived.