High Energy by Joy, Dara (ink book reader .TXT) 📗

it.

Strong, well-shaped hands came up to cup her breasts as he went about licking

and sucking the syrup from her chest. The flat plane of her stomach. The little

pool in her navel. And lower still…

Was he going to… ?

Zanita clamped her legs shut. She wasn't altogether sure about this.

Tyber hesitated, looking up at her. "What is it, baby?"

"I—I'm not sure…"

But I am. He rubbed his chin against the delicate skin of her lower belly. The

faint stubble of his morning beard rasped against her, eliciting an acute

response from myriad nerve endings. She shivered.

Tyber noted her response, felt her response. He softly blew against the nest of

curls, watching the slick, glistening thatch part under his breath.

Zanita stopped breathing.

He lowered his head.

"Tyber—" She could feel his lips almost against her; his breath warm against

her.

"Shh. I want to see if I can tell the difference between maple syrup and honey."

His raw words, so quietly yet so inexorably spoken, made her heart stop.

Then he was there.

Tasting her. Kissing her. Parting her and licking her in long, hot, relishing

strokes of his tongue.

Zanita threw back her head, shuddering under the onslaught, her fingers

clenching in the pillow above her. The pleasure so exquisite that it was almost

painful. So intense that it was almost unbearable. When he found her hidden, now

ultrasensitive, throbbing nub, she bucked off the bed calling out his name in a

choked sob.

Tyber smiled against her, loving her feel, her taste. Especially her taste…

His hands slid under her, cupping her bottom, imprisoning her right against his

face. He inserted his tongue inside her.

She came instantly against his mouth in powerful spasms, her body convulsing in

great wracking tremors. And he felt every one of them.

When her body stopped shaking and had subsided into small quivers of sensation,

he still stayed with her, reluctant to stop the tongue-loving he was giving her.

"I think I'm dead," she squeaked.

His low laugh carried up to her. Kissing her one last time, he raised himself

above her, hugging her tight to him. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth,

then covered her mouth with his own. He tasted of her and maple syrup. And

Tyber.

She felt the hard, pulsing length of him pressed to her thigh. Hot for her. He

was always hot for her.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, cuddling his cheek against her.

"Did you?" she mouthed against his ear.

Husky breath feathered the side of her face. "Did I what?"

"Tell the difference?"

"Yes. I like the honey better, baby." His teeth pulled on her earlobe as he

thrust sharply into her.

Chapter Eleven

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On the drive back to My Father's Mansion, Zanita could not keep her sights from

straying again and again in Tyber's direction.

She stared at his beautiful hands on the steering wheel, so competent and in

control, and she couldn't help but recall how they had felt stroking her body

just a few short hours ago.

She watched the quirk of his lips in a smile, the way he bit his bottom lip when

she asked him a question he needed to think about, and she could not stop

herself from remembering the way those velvet-soft lips had taken such firm

control of her, had her begging for more. Another touch, another tender press,

another sweet caress.

And it occurred to her how very dangerous this man was to her.

How important he could become.

Had already become.

She was afraid she was acquiring an insatiable desire for him. Shakily, she

brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and stared worriedly out of her window.

Tyber's glance flicked her way. A slow smile curved his outlaw lips.

Blooey was ecstatic with the arrival of two jugs of maple syrup and a bushel of

apples, immediately declaring his intention to bake a squash-apple cake with the

new ingredients. Tyber gritted his teeth.

Even Hambone seemed happy to see them; the fat cat purred and twirled his bulk

through Tyber's legs as he brought in their bags, almost tripping him several

times. As soon as the front door closed behind them, Hambone sat down in front

of Tyber to let loose a huge, screeching wail.

"I brought you something; just a minute, Hambone!"

Tyber quickly found the cheese, cutting off a good-sized chunk for the demanding

tabby from hell. In the trusting way of cats, Hambone cautiously sniffed it

first to make sure his beloved human wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him.

Once properly assured that the offering was not laced with arsenic, Hambone let

out a short purr before attacking the cheese.

Zanita watched this scene play out, amazed. Who had ever heard of a cat with a

penchant for Vermont cheddar? She smiled to herself. Yes, she was back in the

nut house again. But it felt good to be home.

Home.

Funny how she was starting to think of this place in that way. When Tyber drove

through the gates after dark and Zanita caught her first view of the house lit

up in welcome for them, all crazy turrets and impossible features, she had felt

a rush of warmth inside her. Then Blooey and Hambone had come out onto the porch

to greet them.

It was really a very nice feeling.

Much better than coming home to her empty, sterile apartment.

The enticing aromas of Blooey's cooking wafted from the kitchen. Zanita sighed;

yes, this was a very nice feeling.

She smiled while observing Tyber. He had quickly shed his jacket and was now

kicking off his boots. In stocking feet, well-worn jeans, and a soft, red

flannel shirt, he looked very much at home.

"Mmm, something smells good; I wonder what Blooey cooked up for dinner?"

"Don't know—but whatever it is, I'm sure it's elaborate. Blooey always thinks my

palate suffers when I walk out that door," Tyber answered her distractedly while

riffling through the mail Blooey had piled onto a sideboard in the foyer.

He suddenly grinned at a postcard in his hand, eagerly flipping it over to read

the back. "It's from my parents."

"Your parents?"

Somehow she had never pictured him as having a mother and a father. Parents.

That made him sort of… normal. Zanita was not sure she was ready to embrace a

normal Tyber. A Tyber who had regular family. A Tyber who was not so outside the

realm of normal relationships.

Tyber leaned