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she wasn’t sure if she did either. She rolled to her back. There was just enough light coming in the windows to see his face, the arousal glittering in his eyes.  
    “This is crazy,” she whispered. “How can I be afraid I’m trusting the wrong man and still feel like this?”  
    He leaned over her, every line of his long, hard body searing her skin, and kissed her forehead. “The Elect are different, baby, you know that. Trust your intuition, your empathy. You’d know if we were deceiving you.”  
    Was that true? She’d been suppressing the ability for years. She bit her lip, almost groaned as his heated gaze followed the movement.  
    “And the rest?” The lust. Surging, powerful. She’d never felt anything like it.  
    “Hmm,” he hummed, a second before his tongue darted out to trace the small bite mark she’d left on her lip.  
    She groaned, her hips jerking against his as her pussy grew wetter, hotter. His hand was still on her lower stomach, and he held her down easily. That just made her want him more.  
    “Open for me, baby. Let me kiss you.”  
    She couldn’t resist. The draw between them was too strong. It was as exhilarating as it was scary. Her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside. He kissed her with ease, slow and seductive. She tasted dark, male desire with a hint of the whiskey they’d had earlier. She stroked her tongue over his, trying to consume more of his scent and taste. Her body tingled in pleasure. So much pleasure from a simple kiss. And though she could feel his desire, it didn’t swamp her. His thoughts didn’t invade her mind. She broke away and stared at him in wonder.  
    “What’s wrong?” he asked softly. His hand moved to stroke the side of her face. “I can feel how much you enjoy my kiss.”
    She lifted her hands to his biceps, tentative at first, smiling when she realized she could touch him without mental overload. “I’ve never been able to touch anyone like this. Without hearing their thoughts. Feeling emotions.”  
    She realized she’d confessed to something he wasn’t prepared for when he froze. “Never?”  
    He didn’t sound pleased. He sounded angry and frustrated, but he wouldn’t release her when she tried to squirm away.  
    “You’re a virgin?” His voice held disbelief and surprise.  
    “Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “I just told you I’d never been able to touch anyone before.”  
    He glared at her, and this time he was disapproving. “You should be able to shield better than that.”  
    “I didn’t have anyone to teach me how, remember? Which doesn’t explain why it’s not happening with you,” she pointed out. “I can feel your emotions, but it’s like they’re muted. They don’t hurt. Why is that?”  
    His mood changed in an instant, and he smiled. “My mind is shielded. We'll teach you to do the same so I can’t enter your mind unless you let me and my emotions won’t overwhelm you.”  
    He leaned down to nibble her bottom lip. Her protest and questions melted away. She’d ask later. Right now she just wanted to experience the pleasure of his kiss again. When his tongue entered her mouth she met him with eagerness, hunger.  
    “Easy, Esme,” he muttered. “We aren’t rushing this.”  
    Before she could protest he sat up, lifted her, and pulled the T-shirt over her head. The urge to cover herself with her arms vanished as quickly as it came. She could see the appreciation on his face, feel it from his mind. She gasped.  
    “You’re sharing intentionally.”  
    “Yes. I want you to feel how much you please me,” he whispered.
    He nudged her shoulder until she lay back against the pillows. His thumbs brushed over the hard tips of her nipples before he lay down beside her, leaning over her.  
    “So pretty.”  
    His head bent, and he licked. First one nipple, then the other, while he held them to his hungry mouth between his thumb and finger. She’d thought she’d go mad if he didn’t