Echo, Mine by Georgia Lyn Hunter Page A

response, he closed the
distance in a heartbeat, hauled her to him, and covered her mouth
in a deep, hot kiss. Needing to reassure himself that she was safe,
and because he simply had to have her.
    Echo sank into him and kissed him harder,
her tongue tangling with his. Pulling his shirt free from his
pants, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric and stroked his
back.
    His hunger soared, consuming him with a
fiery need. His power roiled within him, but he knew too, it would
be okay—she would ease that part of him. He picked her up, and she
wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked toward the Range Rover
and set her on the hood.
    Aethan slid his mouth along her
jaw and down her neck. Hands on her hips, he pulled her closer and
sucked on her fast-beating pulse. Breathy little sighs escaped her.
Her arms tightened around him as she pressed her heated center
against his aching cock.
    “I missed you.”
    He knew exactly what she meant. “You drive
me crazy, you know that?”
    “Good.” Her gaze hazy with desire, she ran
her finger along the edge of the waistband of his leathers, teasing
the taut skin of his abs. “Because I'm done with being treated like
an invalid.”
    “Yeah, I can see that,” he growled. “Let’s
go home.”
    “Why?” She arched a brow. Lowering her
fingers from his waist, she stroked his painfully rigid erection.
He bit back a groan. “You’re a big bad warrior with scary-ass
powers. What are you afraid of, huh? We’re alone.”
    He narrowed his eyes.
    “I see. So it’s okay for you to get me off
in a public place.” She deftly unbuckled his belt. “Fine.” She
rolled her mismatched eyes. “I’ll protect you. I mean, I just took
down a dangerous demonii.”
    She conveniently left out the two fuckers
he’d annihilated.
    “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that...” With a
hand on her chest, he pushed her down to lie on the hood of the SUV
and slid his palm beneath her skirt and up her thighs to stroke a
thumb over her over her damp, silk-covered cleft. A stifled gasp
left her.
    “I haven’t even started, and you’re already
wet.”
    Before she blinked, he pulled off her
panties and dropped them beside her.
    “You, my mate, had best use that power I
sense growing within you and keep any stragglers away from us.” He
propped her feet on the grill of the Range Rover, spreading her
thighs open, and ran his fingers down her cleft. “Or they’re
getting a free show.”
    Echo bit her lip, her skin flushed from her
exertion, her sexy bicolored eyes glowing brightly with arousal. He
lowered his head and sucked on her lower lip then licked a path
across her jaw. “I love how you taste”—another lingering lick—“how
you smell; all warm, wet female.” And with that hint of sun-ripened
berries he now knew was her shampoo. He eased back but kept
stroking her lightly between her thighs. “First, why were you angry
inside the club?”
    “Because you kissed my nose. In situations
like those, it’s the lips, Aethan, with tongue!”
    He flicked her clit and smiled as her eyes
dilated with need. “Shall I take you back in there and kiss you
like you want?”
    She squirmed and glared at him. “Aethan,
stop teasing—inside me already!”
    His gaze locked on hers. “Are you ordering
me, me’morae ?”
    “ No. God—no!”
    He sank two fingers into her drenched core,
his thumb playing with her clit. A whimper escaped her.
    “Aethan, please…” She grasped his wrist,
tried to pull him close, her fingers fumbling on his zip.
    “Not yet.” He brushed her hand away from his
fly. “I want my mouth right on this delectable part of you first…”
He lightly stroked her swollen nub. “Hmmm, I think I need to start
all over again.”
    “I’m going to kill you—”
    “Later. After I’ve pleasured you with my
mouth, fucked you with my fingers, and let you come again all over
my face…”
    ***
    Christ . Just hearing Aethan say those
raw, edgy words had desire pulsing through her body