Thursday, October 26, 2006

Mystik Guardians: The Winds of Heaven by Heather Kundert

Mystik Guardians: The Winds of Heaven by Heather Kundert

What in hell am I doing? Bree leaned back against Cal's motel room door, questioning her wisdom and sanity. She didn't even know this man or anything about him. He could be a serial killer for all she knew.

Deep breath, girl. She was in The Haven Motel and as long as she stood between its walls and beneath its roof, nothing could harm her. She knew that and knew it well, but the little voice in the back of her mind kept on whispering 'what if?'

"I shouldn't be here," she blurted out, turning toward the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him move and knew he was coming after her. With her hand on the knob, she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see him peel off the t-shirt he wore.

Slowly she turned around and leaned back against the door once more. Her mouth fell open and drool pooled beneath her tongue, nearly choking her before she swallowed the lump in her throat. Muscles rippled beneath a covering of tawny skin; the sight had her frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

"I thought you were leaving," he said in a deep, sultry tone that had her toes wanting to curl.

"I-I." Hell, she didn't know what she wanted anymore. The man looked like a god. His body well-toned and perfectly-sculpted. She ached to run her hands over the smooth planes of his form.

He chuckled as he moved to remove his pants. That was it. She was going to faint from the sheer pleasure of looking at him. "I've changed my mind." She had no idea where the words came from, but she knew she meant them. Regardless of who or what he might be, she wanted to stay-very much so.

Bree swallowed and slowly pushed away from the door. Her every instinct whispered for her to be bold, but the sensible side of her weighed in on the side of caution.

Cal held out his hand and crooked his finger at her. She moved forward as if pulled by strings. Bree paused before him and leaned her head back to gaze up at him. Hesitantly she reached up to place her hands, palm down, on his chest. His skin was so warm and smooth to the touch she nearly sighed with pleasure.

His hand cupped the back of her neck and his fingers tangled in her hair. He tugged, pulling her head back and his lips caressed her sensitive flesh. She flexed her fingers, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath her fingertips. "Cal."

His free hand caressed her cheek. "Shh. You don't have to say a word, Bree." He shook his head as his gaze drifted over her face. "Don't think. Just feel."

Just feel. I can do that.

Bree leaned back into his hand, closed her eyes and sighed. "You've cast a spell on me, haven't you?"

He chuckled and lightly kissed her on the end of her nose. "No spells. I promise you what you are feeling right now is very much real."

Oh how she hoped he was telling the truth. How many times in the past had she been hurt because she'd let her heart override her brain? She opened her eyes and gazed straight into his eyes. "Promise me you won't hurt me."

Cal's grip on her neck relaxed and his hand slid around to join the other in cupping her face. "I would never hurt you, Breanna. Not intentionally anyhow."

Her mind latched onto the last words he'd spoken, but before she could contemplate them, his lips moved against hers and all rational thought went the way of the wind.

His tongue darted between her lips to dance with her own. Her mind protested such intimacy after such short acquaintance, but her body pushed the rejection aside and moved forward head-first. Emotions swirled within her, drowning her in a frenzied need fueled by his seductive touch.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered between kisses.

"Loving you," he huskily replied.

Available NOW at Triskelion Publishing in the A Taste of Divinity Anthology. http://www.triskelionpublishing.net

Heather Kundert/Elektra Cross/Heather Holland http://mystikguardians.com

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