Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

nothing in there but grass and plants. They didn't believe me that there was something wrong with it."
    Kane looked at his team, and Thano and Ryland both nodded. "We need to go in there."
    Sarah grimaced, and a cold chill shuddered over her. "I don't know—"
    You can do it. Kane's voice washed over her, and she felt his strength wrapping around her. I can shield you, and you've got the water. And if you start to crash, I'll get you out.
    He was right. She knew she wasn't on her own this time, and she did need to get in there and find out what was going on. Sarah took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay." She pulled the flask off her belt and poured some in her hands to rub it over her skin. Her skin tingled when she did it, energy surging through her.
    "Let me." Kane poured some into his hands and ran his palms over her arms. His touch was like fire, electric and sizzling, and she instantly sucked in her breath.
    "Hell," Ryland stepped back, his face contorted. "I can feel the lust between you guys. Jesus, Kane, she's an angel. You can't think about her like that."
    Sarah felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He can sense that?
    Ignore him. Kane poured more water in his hands and ran his hands over her head, drenching her hair. His touch was hot and sexy, and she had a sudden urge to simply throw him down and attack him. He's got some issue with you being an angel.
    Ryland and Thano turned their backs, staying close, but giving them privacy, which embarrassed Sarah even further. It's not like we're having sex.
    Kane's eyes were gleaming as he ran his hands over her hips, spreading water over her jeans. Sweetheart, every time I touch you, I can remember every detail about having you under me, about making love to you, and feeling our bodies and spirits intertwined. So, yeah, we're not having sex, but it's there, in the currents in the air, in the electricity jumping between us, in the heat burning my palms, and they can feel it just as much as we can.
    Sarah swallowed, her heart thudding in her ears. We're in the middle of the woods, Kane, about to go down into the crevasse of hell, or whatever it is. How can there actually be chemistry leaping between us right now? I'm an angel! I'm not a sex maniac!
    Kane laughed, a deep, rolling sound that seemed to catch her embarrassment and roll it up into a cocoon of warmth. You're my sheva , sweetheart. It comes with the territory.
    It does not! It was never like this with Mason!
    Kane's eyes darkened, and a flicker of something dangerous lit them up. It's a damned good thing it was never like this with Mason. And if it was, you'd better keep that from me.
    Sarah stared at him, her insides curling into a warm knot at the lethal expression on his face, on her behalf. You're jealous of a dead man who betrayed me so badly I almost died?
    No. Kane poured the last bit of water down the back of her neck, the water trickling over her spine like invisible fingers caressing each vertebra. I want to kill the bastard who betrayed you, but I want you to be thinking about only me when it comes to getting naked. His fingers clamped around the back of her neck, hauling her against him. You may have had a man before, a child, a family, but you are the only thing I've had in my entire life worth living for, so I can't even begin to handle the idea of you looking past me at someone else, even in your mind.
    His desperation was so fierce, so raw, so unbearably agonized that Sarah forgot all her fear, all her embarrassment, all the noise in her head, and it simply became about Kane. She knew what it was like to be lost, to be buried in loneliness, to go to bed at night and feel the silence of the world closing in on her. Unlike Kane, she had a past, yes, but everything that had mattered to her had been stripped away, leaving her as isolated and alone as Kane was. Kane. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. It wasn't a kiss of desire or lust, it was the only way she could show him that she got him.
    He growled and yanked her against him the minute she kissed him. His kiss was raw and possessive, so full of need and desire that it burned through her like fire, igniting every cell and spiking through her very soul. It was even more than the night they'd made love, because this time, she was kissing the man, not a gallant, sexy rescuer.
    His hands went to her hips, and she could feel his erection grinding against her belly. It got hot fast, hands moving, kisses wandering, her heart