CHAPTER 14

So much for keeping his raging lust a secret. As far as Malcolm could tell, the lovely mortal in his lap had finally realized the futility of escaping his erection. Each time she succeeded in putting a little space between her head and his crotch, he rose to the challenge and filled the gap.

He was a bit amazed himself. He hadn't experienced this much desire in more than a hundred years.

Now, instead of bumping against him, Aya was lying very still against his zipper. Her smoky blue eyes were focused on the car's ceiling as if nothing was going on. But the blush on her cheeks and the occasional shudder that rippled down her warm body told him otherwise. She was extremely aware of him. And she knew he wanted her.

Malcolm didn't have to read her mind to know this. He could read her body instead. The distinction was new to him, and the result was powerful, fueling his lust to a higher degree.

"Malcolm?" She glanced at hi