very much. But a lover? As a lover, he was explosive. She lay back, enjoying the sensation before he gave a low groan and his eyes opened slowly. He blinked and smiled. She stared into his eyes, seeing all she wanted there. I think I might be falling for him.
I know I’m falling for you .
She heard his voice, although his lips didn’t move. It took a moment for her body to catch up with her brain, but when it did, she flung him aside and rolled out of bed, reaching for the first thing she could find—a corner of the sheet. She pulled it up to cover her, heedless of the mess she made of the bed.
“What did you do?”
He met her shocked gaze, and she felt a calming wave flow through her. “If you can’t take this, I’ll remove the memory of it. Please take a few deep breaths, Lisa, and listen. It’s nothing weird, I promise. It’s just…I’m telepathic.”
“That’s not weird? You’ve been listening in to my mind all this time?” What had she let herself in for? She controlled the shaking in her voice. “Get out.”
He lifted up on one elbow, careless of his nakedness and his half-hard penis. She tried not to look, not to remember his wonderful lovemaking. “Just hear me out. Then if you still want me to leave, I’ll go. After I’ve made the necessary adjustments.” That didn’t sound good. Lisa mentally measured the distance between where she stood and the door.
He smiled. “I won’t stop you and I won’t hurt you, but if you don’t want this, I have to remove your memory of the last few minutes. The thing is, Lisa, I need to read you. Deeply. And if I do it against your will, it’ll hurt like hell. Let me, please.”
“Read me?”
The strange sensation in her mind was him. She felt him move, and then she heard him again. Open up, sweetheart. Let me in .
It sounded so much like what they were doing a short time before, she gasped and something slipped inside. Warmth radiated through her, eased into her mind. It was as if he’d entered her somewhere else, possessed her. She suspected if she tried to push him away it would hurt, perhaps even damage her. Rage filled her, redness drowning the calming waves he was sending her.
“Relax. You can tell me to fuck off when I’m done.”
She had little choice. He explored her. She felt him, an invasion she didn’t want, but it felt so good. Was this what their lovemaking had been about?
No. I’ve wanted you for a long time. But I heard some news when we arrived that made matters more complicated.
What ?
“People like me—psychics—we’ve existed for a long time. It’s a genetic accident, something we’re born with. But there are others who want to destroy us, an organization of people who call themselves Anti-Sensitives. Bastards who torture and murder. We just want to live in peace, but they won’t let us. I know there’s an anti-sensitive on the team. I need to make sure it’s not you.”
Fury replaced rage. You don’t trust me ? She hadn’t known she could do that, answer back.
I do, but I have to be sure. It isn’t just me they’re after, though I’m probably their primary target this weekend. I need to isolate who it is, and take him or her into custody.
Custody?
Yeah . He paused and she felt him withdraw. This time he spoke aloud. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I had to do that.” He bit his lip. “There’s something else.”
“Tell me.” She hardened her heart. The intrusion was just about unforgivable. She wasn’t going to be sweet talked back into bed with him, however inviting he looked.
“There’s danger for you here. I felt it the minute I came in here. A malevolent presence, aimed at you.”
She lifted her upper lip in a sneer. “I thought you said ghosts were harmless.”
“Not completely. Some are dangerous. You’ve heard me say that, too.” He seemed completely sincere, but he’d kept so much to himself she didn’t know if she could trust him. “I want to link with you, so I can be sure you’re not