Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

you can’t talk anymore. Your eyes go unfocused and you have this sexy as hel dazed look on your face. I see you like that every time I close my eyes and my cock gets hard as a rock and I’m desperate to be inside of you—I see you soaring into another place.â€

    He stroked his hands over the curve of her bottom, reveling in the feel of her soft skin. “I swear, El e, you real y were made for me. We fit. You’re so damn perfect I lose my mind when I touch you.â€
    El e licked at the hol ow of his damp shoulder and then pressed kisses up his shoulder to his neck. She nibbled and bit at him, her body moving in languid circles, stil coming down from her powerful orgasm. “You make me feel as if I’m flying,†she admitted, her voice drowsy.
    â€œI’d better get you inside before you catch cold out here.â€
    â€œLibby says the cold air doesn’t give you a cold. Germs do,†she murmured, snuggling closer to him, making no attempt to put her feet on the ground. “Besides, can’t you feel? I’m stil hot.â€
    â€œScorching,†he agreed. “And you’l always be that way to me.â€
    She moved her hips in another long, slow circle that sent waves of pleasure rippling over him. He was grateful she was so petite. It was obvious he was going to be carrying her inside. He managed to find the door handle and get it open and he staggered in through to the bedroom, col apsing on top of the mattress. El e kissed his neck again and rol ed away from him, her naked body sprawled across the bed.
    â€œYou think you’re going to sleep?â€
    â€œMmm.â€
    Jackson laughed and went back to retrieve their clothes and the blanket. He stood over her for a long time, wondering at the miracle that had been handed to him. Not once, in the long nights on the bayou, in the humid heat and the utter loneliness of his childhood, had he ever dreamed of someone like El e. He drew a sheet over her body and tossed his jeans aside before crawling in beside her.
    Those days seemed so far away, yet he could remember them vividly, the utter desolation, trying to fish in the midst of swarms of mosquitoes, afraid to go home without some smal thing for his mother to eat. By the time he was ten she’d retreated to some place inside her head, but she’d give him a distant smile and a brief kiss on the cheek when he’d take off to hunt or fish for them. Their mattresses were made of the moss he gathered and dried from the trees and stuffed in the cloth sewn together. He dodged al igators and scrounged for roots and anything pretty and colorful he could bring back to his mother.
    And then his father would return and for a short time, his mother would come alive. Music would fil the house and his father would accompany him into the swamp, showing him how to set traps and run the nets and the better fishing spots. The brief good times would be interspersed with bouts of drinking and violence, screams and thudding fists, nights spent sitting outside bars and shivering in the cold or feeling sick from the heat.
    And later, when he was older, there had been moments racing down the highway on the back of a powerful bike, feeling strong and invincible for short periods of time. His mother grew sicker and his father more violent and distant, but it was the only life Jackson had known and it seemed normal to him.
    El e’s family was the fairy tale. Unreal. Impossible to believe. No one that he had known lived like that. They’d fought for their existence, mostly loners like him, with fathers that came and went. The camps were places of drugs and alcohol and men who were broken from wars looking for camaraderie and finding it in violence. The women were just as hard drinking and sold themselves for a place to belong.
    Maybe his life had better prepared him for his capture and torture. El e had only known a loving environment. Maybe, in the end, the fact that he’d started alone, spent weeks on end without anyone talking to him, had made him strong enough to survive and in doing so, had shaped his determination and wil so that he could find and be there for El e.
    El e stirred, turned over and opened her green eyes. Her gaze moved over his face. She held out her hand to him. El e with her soft welcoming body and a mouth made in heaven. El e with her loving heart.
    â€œTurn toward me,†he instructed softly.
    She obeyed