His hand pushed her hips back to the bed and his fingers curled hard into her. She massaged his stiff rod with short, fast movements, and felt him exhale against her throat.
“Isabelle,” he breathed.
He pealed down her panties and Isabelle had just enough presence of mind to quickly strip the gloves. As Mac moved over her and settled his hips between her knees, she eagerly spread her fingers through the fine, soft hair covering his pecs.
Though the reading began immediately, Isabelle felt Mac’s hot flesh slide up along her thigh and connect with her entrance. Her hips bucked up under his, urging him to complete their union and, in the next instant, he was inside her.
Intense pleasure exploded in her consciousness. As their bodies came together, Mac’s need to be with her flooded through her thoughts. Images of them flashed by–flesh against flesh, bare skin sliding over bare skin, her naked body seen from his eyes. She saw her hand in his just as he grabbed it and pinned it to the bed above her head, followed quickly by the other.
He plunged into her then and her back arched so wildly that their chests collided. Her hips flew into a frenzied furor, stroking him with the very core of her, feeling his excitement mount as if it were her own. Like feedback spiraling out of control, she beat her hips against his, bucking him upward.
Her breath came in fits and starts and his was harsh and uneven. He thrust wildly, his thoughts at the edge of readability, the animal desire in him surging to the front. The raw power of his need took her breath away. His fingers intertwined with hers as a primal rhythm stoked them both. His hips thrust mercilessly, pounding her, making the air fly from her lungs even as he grunted as well. Her hips whipped upward to take all of him, feeling him push into the very center of her. His entire body thrashed in a fierce paroxysm and Isabelle felt him lose control. It was glorious, as though a weight had been lifted, and as he moved deep within her, she jerked violently with the first of her clenches.
They cried out together, the ecstasy of the perfect timing too much. They ground their bodies on each other, all barriers gone, as the approaching tidal wave of their climax swept higher. His penetration plunged upward, searching for her deepest place just as she surrendered it to him. Their lungs heaved as one, as though their joined orgasm would drown them, and she clamped on him again.
A great, guttural grunt was wrenched from him as his torso collapsed onto hers. His hips pumped relentlessly and her abdomen responded with a chain of shattering convulsions. His hands gripped hers hard and she knew every sensation in his body as if it were her own.
Pain shot through him, through his shaft, as his sudden release spewed forth like a molten fountain. It burned in her, flooding higher, deeper, and blazing into her heated core. He exploded inside her, bursting through a final threshold of passion. His swollen shaft convulsed but her body captured it, seized it in mid-release and milked him. He buried his face in her neck, let her hands go, and wrapped his arms quickly around her. Great shuddering spasms rocked them both and Isabelle clung to his back for dear life.
Fiery hot, waves of splendor crashed through her abdomen. Her sweet spot pulsated in a blood-rushing crescendo. Mac screamed her name, barely audible over her voice screaming his. The wild wave had utterly claimed them and their bodies thrashed violently in its grasp. Almost frightening in its intensity, the peak of ecstasy finally crested. A profound quaking rocked them both as Isabelle sensed the approach of their oblivion.
Total release flooded through them both as Isabelle let her hands fall to the bed. Despite their heaving gasps, she floated on a wave of euphoria. She had no idea how much time had passed when she finally became aware of Mac stroking her hair. As the gray of the reading slowly faded and her eyesight returned, she found herself staring up into his face.
In a moment of complete disorientation, Isabelle suddenly saw herself in Mac’s eyes. Though her hands lay limp between the sheets, it felt like a reading. Except her vision didn’t fade and, as she watched, Mac slowly smiled. His face was completely open to her, full of the same contentment and deep happiness that she felt welling up inside. And finally, Isabelle realized that Mac was reading the same in her. Their thoughts still one. Their union complete.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Isabelle woke with a start–as usual. A dream about the shock wand. She lay still for a moment, staring into the dark bedroom, waiting to see if she’d woken Mac. But he lay still and, after several moments, she saw the steady rise and fall of his chest. If she woke him up, he never failed to get up with her but, for once, he was still asleep.
As quietly as possible, she got up, took her robe from the foot of the bed, and tip-toed out, closing the door behind her.
At the kitchen, she flipped on the light. Though she’d intended to fill the kettle with water, she noticed the small frame and the photo, still on the table.
She had to smile.
Right now, Kayla was with her new son.
Isabelle drifted toward the table, grinning down at the photo of Kayla and Daniel, his arm around her shoulder, both of them beaming.
Kayla will want this. And her son eventually too.
The empty frame stood upright with a generic black and white photo of a bride and groom. Isabelle decided to remove the broken glass and put the photo back. But she stopped before she began. Her gloves were in the bedroom.
It could wait until morning. There was no hurry now. Kayla didn’t even know it still existed and whoever had thrown it away was far away in the commune.
Isabelle tilted her head and stared at the photo and then the frame.
Why would anyone take the photo out before they threw them both away?
She could understand trying to reuse the frame. Or maybe saving the image, if the frame were broken. But why separate them and then get rid of them?
On an impulse, Isabelle picked up the picture.
Though she’d fully expected a brief reading of Kayla, putting the picture into the frame. That wasn’t who she saw at all. As the gray haze of the reading took over her vision, it wasn’t Kayla who’d last touched the photo. It was someone whose trace she’d recognize anywhere.
“Daniel,” she whispered.
He’d seen the framed image in the trash can at the dormitory. He’d picked it up. Taken the photo out. Someone was coming. He panicked. He threw them both in the trash.
The photo slipped from Isabelle’s fingers.
Daniel was alive.
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Previously in the series, join psychic Isabelle de Grey and FBI profiler Gavin “Mac” MacMillan as they hunt a serial killer in the heart of Los Angeles. Even as the search grows dangerous and they race to save lives, fiery passion quickly consumes them in Books 1, 2, and 3 of the Second Sight series. Get them now at Amazon!
TOUCHED
A Second Sight Novella
Book 1
In the world of Isabelle de Grey, eyesight isn’t the only way to see. Her psychic ability gives her a second type of vision. When she touches objects and people, she looks into their past. But her gift is equal parts curse. She has yet to find the lover who can accept the brutal truth of what she sees. Isolated and rejected, she is ready to leave Los Angeles and abandon her career when she meets FBI profiler Gavin “Mac” MacMillan.
Thrown together when the daughter of a mutual friend is abducted, Isabelle discovers that Mac could be the man who won’t push her away. Despite his controlled exterior, she senses a fevered passion in him that boils just below the surface. But as she and Mac give in to their desires and race to save a young girl, Isabelle must learn yet again that every touch has its price.
TORN
A Second Sight Novella
Book 2
Psychic Isabelle de Grey and FBI Special Agent Gavin “Mac” MacMillan are an improbable couple. But when her world of seeing into the past and his world of profiling criminals overlaps, an intense, sensual relationship quickly erupts. Despite bicoastal living arrangements, red-hot desire still consumes them both. Though Isabelle is thrilled that Mac is returning to L.A., her happiness is tempered by the grim reality they must face.
The serial killer who escaped them has struck again and kidnapped another young woman. Though Isabelle and Mac work together, he keeps their relationship hidden in order to preserve his job. As the investigation falters and the strain of secrecy takes its toll, Isabelle and Mac struggle to find a way forward. Despite the heated passion that explodes between them, hard decisions lay in store for the couple as they discover that every choice has its cost.
TAKEN
A Second Sight Novella
Book 3
Although psychic Isabelle de Grey and FBI Special Agent Gavin “Mac” MacMillan are most definitely a couple, they hadn’t counted on being together 24/7. But when a serial killer known as the Chameleon takes a special interest in Isabelle, Mac refuses to leave her side.
Though deeply in love, their relationship is put to the test when the FBI, against Mac’s wishes, asks Isabelle to act as a decoy. Although Isabelle is willing, the plan unwittingly plays into Mac’s darkest and secret fear. As their relationship strains to the breaking point and Isabelle’s life hangs in the balance, Mac finally understands that every predator must have their prey.
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