Aconite (The Elektita Series Book 1) by Christine Alvarez Page B

rocking and
swaying to the same beat. Our intensity grew at the same moment, sending us
further and further into each other. Our lips parted, and I reluctantly
released his hair as he held himself above me, never giving away his steady
thrusts. The heat within me matched perfectly with the firelight that now
encircled his hard frame. My sex tightened around his cock, producing soft
moans from us both as we shared our release. We never took our eyes from each
other, memorizing this moment like it was our last. Sebastian bent down,
running his warm lips across mine.
    My heart, burst
through my thoughts and I watched in horror as everything faded to black
engulfing us both.
     
    I sat bolt upright
into the darkness of my room. A pulsing glow sent searing pain across my chest.
Tears streamed down my face in mourning. It felt as though I had been ripped
from reality. This reality or wherever I just was would be anyone’s guess. I
just knew I had lost something irreplaceable. I reached for my cell phone, lust
still thrumming through my body. I stared at the blinding light of my phone;
blinking away the remnants of sleep. A warm tear slid down my face. I must have
been crying. My thumb hovered above Jonathon's number. I silently willed myself
to do it, hit the call button but it refused. Damn it, get a grip! What would
calling him do? I couldn't tell him that I had just had an overwhelming sexual
dream about both him and Sebastian. I sat the phone back on the table.
    I hesitantly ran a
hand along my damp panties. An explosion of pleasure rocked my body sending a
scream into reality. 

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
    I peeled out of my
rain stiffened clothes from the night before. I normally relished my showers,
but this time I did what only needed to be done. I pulled on a lavender
sweater, white washed skinny jeans, and white wrap-around heels. I decided
against makeup, jerking my hair into a haphazard pony tail. Just before heading
out the door I threw a pair of sweats, plain tee, and black pumas into my bag;
burying my cell. I gave a quick wave towards the man at the front desk. It was
kind of nice seeing a new face. Linda was finally able to enjoy some time off.
He flashed me a wolfish grin just as I stepped out the door. I was in too big
of a hurry to walk so I took the Bug instead.
    As I came closer
to the cafe, pain began to sweep through me; both emotional and physical. The
tears that I woke with returned, blurring my vision. I blinked and wiped at my
face, pushing the tears away. I didn't think I could bear much more by the time
I reached the cafe, curb checking as I pulled into the parking lot. The lot was
absent of any other cars but the all too familiar blood red Jag that had been
parked horizontally, taking up most of the spaces. The pounding in my head was
deafening as panic set in.
    "I can't do
this!" I began to chant with increasing hysteria. I finally managed to
pull myself out of the car. Fear fueling the pain, I slid down the side of my
bug causing my shirt to ride up exposing my back to its cold touch. I hit the
ground with immediate force. A quick jolt of pain shot up my spine before the
contact with the earth helped to ground me. Deep breaths were again achievable
and I let the pine and salt in the air ebb the roller coaster of emotions to
nothing but a dull roar. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, alone in my own
head but it was long enough that the sun had made her full debut. I stroked my
arms trying to sooth the small waves of emotion that still cascaded through me.
I had an overwhelming urge to do what I did best; stuff whatever crisis I was
dealing with into a tiny safe deep within me and save it for never. But I
couldn't do that, not this time. So instead I shook myself free of those
restraints and pushed myself off the ground.
    The pain
threatened to return as I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and popped the
trunk. I grabbed my paint supplies and headed for my office. In the entryway
pain suddenly