Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page A

Bulldog know I’m not leaving, but not until we’ve done the shopping.” She likely needed a few things, too. “Do we need to get you clothes and the like?” he asked curiously, knowing she probably didn’t have a hell of a lot accessible.
    “Yeah. I have one change of clothes that I always carry along with cash and credit cards,” she told him and toyed with the edges of her shirt. “So I need new clothes. I will need to make a call to ensure that my room in Vegas is cleared out but other than that”—she shrugged—“I don’t really have a home. I stay in suites where I work in Vegas.” Had since her parents died. “So I really have no ties to sever. They have been severed for many years.”
    Staring at her, he reached out to cup her cheek, “You have ties now, Maya, ones that matter,” he murmured softly. Drawing her in gently, he brushed a kiss to her lips and hugged her close. “Very important ties.”
    She hugged him back and breathed him in. She nodded. “The only ones that matter are the ones that you and I are forming now,” she admitted to him. “They are the only ties that I need in life. You, just you.” She needed him in her life, hadn’t realized how much she needed him until she met him.
    Smiling down at her, Quincy pressed a kiss to her lips. It was planned to be a short one, but he ended up drawing it out a little. He couldn’t seem to help it. He just had to taste her, draw her in, and hold onto her as long as he could. Enough to sustain him until he had a chance to do it again.
    Kissing him right back, Maya drank him in. He was everything that she had ever hoped for, ever dreamed of. When they parted again, she licked her lips and sighed. “Goodness, I am totally going to find myself addicted to your kisses,” she admitted. “Very, very much so.”
    “A good thing, I hope.” He breathed out, trying to get his breathing under control. She had that effect on him though, got him all distracted and off balance and threw everything out of whack. Gods, he loved that about her. She pulled him out of his headspace and made him feel so damned much. “Food, we need to eat food,” he told her suddenly, pulling back slightly and ripping his gaze away from her damp lips that would tempt even a saint.
    “Yes, we need to eat food, food that will turn to energy, energy that we will be able to expend doing other things that will hopefully be a great deal of fun.” She teased him right back. “At least I hope that we will be able to share each other more than once tonight. I don’t know though so I guess we will just have to see, now won’t we?”
    “I’m sure we can come up with a plan.” He smiled at her and brushed his thumb to her lightly swollen lips. Stepping back a little, he forced himself to make food. “Right, heating up soup,” he murmured, turning to stick the container into the microwave. Setting the time, he returned to the counter and began to put sandwiches together. “What do you want on yours? We have a couple of cheeses that haven’t become science experiments yet, some fresh vegetables thanks to a farmers market trip the other day out of sheer desperation, and we have all the condiments you could possibly want or need on the planet at our fingertips.”
    “No cheese, please. Just mustard and if you have it lettuce would be wonderful as well as a couple slices of tomato.” She liked her sandwiches very nice and plain. She was after all a pretty basic gal. She liked knowing that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She enjoyed knowing that they would share something so special that it was a coveted relationship, one that trumped any other relationship out there on the planet. Ah yes, it was good to be her right now because she had him!
    “You’re looking very smug,” he commented when he caught the expression on her face. “Want to share why?” His tone conveyed curiosity as he built her sandwich to specs. Slicing it in half, he set it on a plate and