"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 03 - Dragonswan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

He was like a long lost friend.
"Okay," she said, relaxing.
He paid for their food. Then he helped her up and into her coat and led her from the restaurant.
Channon didn't speak as they made their way toward his car down the street, but she felt his magnetic, masculine presence with every single cell of her body.
Though not a social butterfly by any account, she'd had plenty of dates in her life. She'd had a number of boyfriends and even a fiance, but none of them had ever made her feel the way this stranger did.
Like he fit some missing part of her soul.
Girl, you are crazy.
She must be.
Channon paused as they neared his sporty gray Lexus. "Someone travels in style."
Winking devilishly at her, Sebastian opened the car door. "Well, I would turn into a dragon and fly you home, but something tells me you would protest."
"No doubt. I imagine the scales would also chafe my skin."
'True. Not to mention, I once learned the hard way that they really do call the military out on you. You know, fighter jets are hard to dodge when you have a forty-foot wingspan." He closed her door and walked to his side of the car.
She laughed yet again, but then she'd been doing that most of the night. Goodness, she really liked this man.
Sebastian got into the car and felt his body jerk the instant they were locked inside together. Her feminine scent permeated his head. She was so close to him now that he could almost taste her.
All night long he had listened to the dulcet sound of her smooth Southern drawl, watched her tongue and lips move as he imagined what they would feel like on his


body, imagined her in his arms while he made love to her until she cried out from pleasure.
His attraction to her stunned him. Why did he have to feel this now, when he couldn't afford to stay in her time and explore more of her?
Cursed Fates. How they loved to tamper in mortal lives.
Pushing the thought out of his mind, he drove her to the hotel where she was staying.
"You don't live here?" he asked as he parked in the lot.
"Just here for the weekend to study the tapestry." She unbuckled her seat belt.
Sebastian got out and opened her door, then walked her to her room.
Channon hesitated at the door as she looked up at him and the searing heat in his captivating eyes. The man was so hot and sexy in the most dangerous of ways.
She wondered if she would ever see him again. He hadn't asked for her number. Not even her email.
Damn.
"Thank you," she said. "I had a really good time tonight."
"I did, too. Thanks for joining me."
Kiss me. The words rushed across her mind unexpectedly. She really wanted to know what this man felt like against her.
To her amazement, she found out as he pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his.
Sebastian growled at the feel of her as he fisted his hands against her back. He clutched her to him as every fiber of his body burned and ached to possess her. Her tongue swept against his, teasing him, tormenting him.
She brushed her hand against the nape of his neck, sending chills all over his body, making him so hard for her that he throbbed painfully. He closed his eyes while he let all of his senses experience her. Her mouth tasted of honey, and her hands were soft and warm against his





skin. She smelled of woman and flowers, and he thrilled at the sound of her ragged breathing as she answered his passion with her own.
Take her. The animal inside him stirred with a fierce snarl. It snapped and clawed at the human part of him, demanding he cede his humanity to it. It wanted her.
He was almost powerless against the onslaught, and his hands trembled from the force of holding himself back. He growled from the effort of it.
Channon moaned at the fierce feel of his powerful arms locked around her. She was pressed so tight against his chest that she could feel his heart pounding against her breasts.
His intensity surrounded her, filled her, made her burn with volcanic need. All she could think of was stripping his clothes off him and seeing if his body really was as spectacular as it felt.
He pressed her back against her door, pinning her to it as he deepened his kiss. His warm, masculine scent filled her senses, overwhelming her.
He kissed his way from her lips and down across her cheek, then he buried his lips against her neck. "Let me make love to you, Channon," he breathed in her ear. "I want to feel your warm, soft body against mine. Feel your breath on my naked skin."
She should be offended by his suggestion. They barely knew each other. Yet no matter how hard she tried to talk herself out of this, she couldn't.
Deep inside, she wanted the same thing.
Against all reason-all sanity-she ached for him.
Never in her life had she done anything like this. Not once. Yet she found herself opening the door to her room and letting him in.
Sebastian breathed deeply in relief as he struggled for control. He'd never come so close to using his powers on a woman. It was forbidden for his kind to interfere with human freewill unless it was in defense of their lives or