Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

shoulder. If she hadn’t felt his emotional shadow before he’d reached her, she would’ve jumped sky high and blown her cover to smithereens.
    When she turned, it was to find herself face-to-face with the very male she’d been searching for. “You’re wearing clothes” were the first words that popped out of her mouth.
    Not much but it was clothing. A pair of low-slung jeans and a faded white T-shirt that defined every muscle on his impressive upper body. Her hormones flickered awake, her body aroused in spite of the terrible matters that lay heavy on her mind.
    He chuckled. “I always have clothes accessible in places where I might often change.”
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” Silence blanketed the night, creating a dangerous kind of intimacy.
    â€œDon’t you ever undo this?” He tugged at the end of the braid hanging over her breast.
    â€œSometimes when I sleep.” She didn’t pull away, almost convinced herself that she was merely pandering to his changeling need for touch, that it had nothing to do with her own desires.
    A slow smile spread over that savagely beautiful face. “I’d like to see that.”
    â€œI thought you said we stink?” She was still hurting from the blow.
    â€œMost Psy do. You, however, don’t.” Leaning close, he sniffed at the curve of her neck. “In fact, I find your scent quite . . . luscious.”
    It took every ounce of her concentration not to betray her reaction to his disturbing nearness. “That should make it easier for us to continue working together.”
    â€œDarling, it’ll make all sorts of things easier.” The heat coming off his body was a physical caress, intimate and exquisite.
    She was intelligent enough to know that he was sexually flirting with her. She’d watched him with Tamsyn, with Zara. He didn’t touch either of those women the way he touched her. But what was his agenda? Did he suspect she wasn’t what she seemed, or was he merely amusing himself at her expense? “You didn’t answer my question.”
    â€œI think it should be mine, don’t you?” Dropping her braid, he braced himself against the car by placing one arm across the roof. The position put him to her left, standing as she was with the car at her back. He was far too close for comfort but she couldn’t move way. “What’re you doing in my territory, Sascha?”
    The words threatened to get stuck in her throat. “I wanted to talk to you about what you told me this afternoon.”
    He ran a hand through his hair and her eyes followed the graceful movement. Something told her that he’d be just as graceful while stalking and taking down prey. “You picked an odd time for it.”
    She could hardly say that she’d been driven by emotions run amuck. “I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to be here, but decided to come on the off chance that someone was.”
    â€œSomeone?” He raised a brow.
    â€œYou,” she admitted, knowing it was useless to lie. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œI couldn’t sleep.”
    â€œBad dreams?”
    â€œNo dreams.” It was a husky whisper. “That was the problem.”
    Something throbbed between them, an awareness that shouldn’t have existed. They’d never really touched, never really spoken about anything other than business. Yet it was there, a growing, beautiful thing. “Why come here?”
    â€œInstinct,” he said. “Maybe you drew me to you.”
    â€œI don’t have those abilities.” It was just another one of her flaws. She was a cardinal without power, a cosmic joke. “Even if I did have them, I’d never use them to summon someone against their will.”
    â€œWho said it was against my will?” The arm on the roof of the car reached out to toy with a strand of her hair. “Why don’t we go somewhere else to talk? It’s unlikely anyone will see us here but if they do, I don’t think your mother will understand.”
    She nodded. “Yes, you’re right. Where?”
    He held out his hand. “Keys.”
    â€œNo.” There was only so much she’d take and Lucas Hunter was pushing it to the limit. “I’ll drive.”
    â€œStubborn.” He laughed and walked around to the passenger side. “You’re in charge, Sascha darling.”
    After she’d got in and