Skin Deep by Megan D. Martin Page B

give in to him. Shouldn’t kiss him. Shouldn’t let him touch her.
    His tongue lapped against the seam of her lips, like a cat would lap milk.
    Should. Let. Him.
    She did. Her lips parted, opening to him. His expert tongue entered her mouth in a rush. A hungry moan rent the air and Kiera was startled to realize it was her. Her hands, which had been stiff at her sides, found their way into his smooth white-blond hair. The strands tickled her fingers, caressing them. The feel of him made every nerve in her body fire like a loose cannon.
    He pressed her hard against the tree until she could feel the sharp sting of bark biting into her back. She didn’t care. She was beyond any sort of cognitive thinking. His thickly muscled thigh pressed hard against her feminine core, while he ground his erection into her hip. Even through their clothing, she could feel him pulsing, throbbing with need. She ached to touch his raw flesh, to free it from its denim prison. She let one of her hands slide from the silk strands of his hair to reach lower …
    “Put your hands where I can see them!” Cain froze as the human voice assaulted his senses. The presence overwhelmed him. He hadn’t sensed the human male’s approach. His mind and body pounded with need. Need for the redheaded seductress before him. Kiera’s hand, which had been making its way down Cain’s body, froze. His form shadowed hers from the bright lights that now illuminated them.
    “I said put your hands where I can see them!” Cain saw everything in slow motion. He saw himself turning from Kiera, attacking the human cop, ripping him apart like any predator would do. Then he would stalk his prey, for she would be running from him again. He would like it, though. The hunt thrilled him, especially for her. He would capture her, corner her, make sure she couldn’t escape him. Then he would begin his slow seduction of her body that would only end in one way: her orgasming around the thickness of his cock.
    Sanity found him in the nick of time.
    Fuck. Sanity.
    The urge to attack was still there as he lifted his hands above his head. Kiera rapidly breathed in and out. Her breasts heaved with each intake of breath. Her pink lips were swollen from the kiss they’d shared. And yet he still managed to turn away.
    “On your knees and put your hands on top of your head!”
    Cain complied, though not without staring daggers at the cop.
    “Miss, is everything okay?”
    “Okay?” Kiera’s voice held confusion.
    “Kiera, is that you?”
    Cain’s instincts fired with anger as he took in the older man before him.
    “Officer Burke?” Kiera seemed to be jolted back to reality.
    “That’s right, honey, is everything okay? We got a call saying there was a woman screaming for help in this area.”
    Honey?
    The officer approached her and Cain bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from loosing the beast and destroying the man before him.
    He shook his head. This whole situation was wrong. What the fuck was he doing here, chasing after a human woman in the middle of the night? Had he gone bat-shit-fucking crazy? Women chased after him . It sure as hell wasn’t the other way around.
    He watched Kiera take a step forward and winced at the bark that had impaled itself in her shirt, shawl, and hair. Had he been that rough with her? He knew without asking he had. He’d all but thrown her into more than one tree. Zeus . You’d think he hadn’t seen a woman in a century from the way he was acting.
    Kiera glanced at where he knelt. Fear filled her beautiful golden irises. A cold rush flushed his body. Women never feared him. Sure, women hated and loved him, but fear?
    Absolutely never .
    He knew what he was going to do now. He wouldn’t say a word against her story. He would let the cops take him to jail, then call Sparrc to bail him out in the morning.
    “Yelling for help? I haven’t heard anything, have you, Cain?” she asked. Cain’s face must have borne the shock he was