ache. You were a homing beacon for me last night. I
could barely let you go.”
“I managed to leave,” she said.
He cocked his head at her. “Yeah, you did. How?”
He looked genuinely curious, but she couldn’t help noticing
his hand was directly over the formidable bulge in his pants, massaging
roughly. “You frightened me. I’d never felt that way with a man before,
even…even in bed with my last boyfriend.” She swallowed over the lump in her
throat her confession had formed.
“What about your current boyfriend? Does he heat you up?”
“Current boyfriend? I’m not— Oh. I, um, lied. I’m not dating
anyone.”
A flicker of a smile passed his lips so quickly she wasn’t
sure it had really happened.
“What about now? Are you feeling it now?” he asked.
She felt a blush creep from the top of her breasts up to the
roots of her hair, and she couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded. “My
nipples are starting to hurt. Did drinking the water do that?”
He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he accepted her
confession matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the symptoms on the Rovinsky scale.
The water is laced with a drug that makes you more receptive to your match.
It’s going to make you crazed for the next twenty-four hours, and I’m going to
respond. If I weren’t your match, you wouldn’t feel as aroused. It’s how they
test the science behind the blood work.”
“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was
starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every
second.
“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens
when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember
painful nipples for the female is on there.”
“What else?”
“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a
crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”
“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney
and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”
He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say
‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I
can’t be matched.”
“Why not?”
“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like
this.”
She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a
bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a
breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.
“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of
them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.
He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing
beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is
getting ready for pregnancy.”
She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb
rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.
“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured
to the erection fighting free of his pants.
She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having
to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.
“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.
“Do what?”
“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to
my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”
A whimper escaped from deep inside her at the thought of
Adam Blacker taking her here on the floor.
He scowled. “Fuck.” The bathroom door slammed shut and soon
she heard the rushing of running water.
She watched the closed door for a moment, feeling strangely
bereft without Adam’s presence. She didn’t know anything about him, she
reminded herself before she caught a raging case of Stockholm syndrome, and she
wasn’t quite ready to become a mother. At the thought of motherhood, her own
mother’s advice whispered into her brain reminding her that a man who set off
her buttons and made her body go zing was more than worth the effort.
Adam was the first man
could barely let you go.”
“I managed to leave,” she said.
He cocked his head at her. “Yeah, you did. How?”
He looked genuinely curious, but she couldn’t help noticing
his hand was directly over the formidable bulge in his pants, massaging
roughly. “You frightened me. I’d never felt that way with a man before,
even…even in bed with my last boyfriend.” She swallowed over the lump in her
throat her confession had formed.
“What about your current boyfriend? Does he heat you up?”
“Current boyfriend? I’m not— Oh. I, um, lied. I’m not dating
anyone.”
A flicker of a smile passed his lips so quickly she wasn’t
sure it had really happened.
“What about now? Are you feeling it now?” he asked.
She felt a blush creep from the top of her breasts up to the
roots of her hair, and she couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded. “My
nipples are starting to hurt. Did drinking the water do that?”
He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he accepted her
confession matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the symptoms on the Rovinsky scale.
The water is laced with a drug that makes you more receptive to your match.
It’s going to make you crazed for the next twenty-four hours, and I’m going to
respond. If I weren’t your match, you wouldn’t feel as aroused. It’s how they
test the science behind the blood work.”
“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was
starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every
second.
“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens
when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember
painful nipples for the female is on there.”
“What else?”
“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a
crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”
“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney
and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”
He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say
‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I
can’t be matched.”
“Why not?”
“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like
this.”
She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a
bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a
breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.
“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of
them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.
He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing
beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is
getting ready for pregnancy.”
She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb
rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.
“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured
to the erection fighting free of his pants.
She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having
to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.
“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.
“Do what?”
“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to
my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”
A whimper escaped from deep inside her at the thought of
Adam Blacker taking her here on the floor.
He scowled. “Fuck.” The bathroom door slammed shut and soon
she heard the rushing of running water.
She watched the closed door for a moment, feeling strangely
bereft without Adam’s presence. She didn’t know anything about him, she
reminded herself before she caught a raging case of Stockholm syndrome, and she
wasn’t quite ready to become a mother. At the thought of motherhood, her own
mother’s advice whispered into her brain reminding her that a man who set off
her buttons and made her body go zing was more than worth the effort.
Adam was the first man
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