Interra (Awakened Series Book 5)
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“That was just the last one. The others before that were—”
Rion waited for her to finish watching her carefully. He could feel her emotions lifting with whatever memory was moving through her thoughts; it flushed her feelings with a sensual warmth. Enough that he watched her rock her hips slightly.
“That good, huh?” he smiled.
“Rion. I’m serious. I’ve seen you before, somehow. I’m not making this up.”
“I believe you. Did I behave myself?” he smirked, wondering what kind of dream could have affected her emotions like they were now.
“You did, actually. But I wasn’t.”
“Oh? Were you being naughty?” he continued smiling.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Tell me. I’m sure I’ve had worse.”
“I would feel embarrassed even telling you.” She seemed to be trying to hide behind her coffee mug now.
“I’m not going to be offended by a dream, Hon.”
“Well, I may have tied you up and was having my way with you.”
“That sounds like it could be fun.”
“And there were a bunch of people standing around watching.”
“Am I detecting a secret fantasy here you’re not telling me about?”
“I know, right? And then your skin starts to glow just as I’m waking up with—well, never mind.”
“My skin, is glowing?” Rion asked.
“Yea. I’ve had that one a couple of times.”
“What’s your skin look like?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I’m just watching you trying to get away. I’m making myself sound really bad here.”
“No. You’re not.” Rion assured her, wondering how much of her dream might be accurate and why would he be trying to get away from her? And his skin glowing? That didn’t make sense—she was the nascent sun goddess.
“Why were those people shooting at you?”
“I’m sorry?”
“The people shooing at you. Who were they?”
“Ah—it was a dream, Hon.” Rion evaded.
“No, I think it was more than that. Who was Mithras?”
Rion’s eyes darted to one side for a moment. “Ah, a Persian pagan god?”
“You see? Only you would know that. I had to look him up. I saw him in my dream. He died in your arms. I knew his name and your name before I even met you because he called you ‘Rion’.”
“People have vivid dreams, Serena. Just like mine last night. It doesn’t mean they’re real.”
“But I saw you; before I ever met you. I even knew your name. That’s more than just a dream vivid dream, Rion.”
He didn’t say anything, but just took a sip from his mug.
“So who were those people? The ones shooting at you?”
Somehow Serena was asking questions he wasn’t really wanting to answer. “Maybe they were upset because I hacked their network?”
“Rion! You are not being serious here. You were looking for something they had. And they killed that old man before he could tell you where it was.”
“Yea, well, I’d say that was a really vivid dream, Hon, if you can still remember all of those details.”
“You flew up the side of that really tall building in Dubai, Rion.”
“I did?”
“Why do you think I call you Superman!?”
“Serena, listen, I don’t know what was in your dream, but the truth is, yea, I have been shot at before.” Rion was trying hard to soften the emotion of her dream without actually lying to her.
“What did you do?”
“We hack computers. It’s what we do.”
“Rion, tell me you don’t break into other people’s networks,” she sounded concerned.
“Serena, I’m not going to lie to you; as a security company, we hack other people’s networks and break into them, but that’s my job. We test and strengthen our clients’ security. Our largest clients are very large governments. We’re a legitimate and very sought-after security company. And, sure, some of the things we do are not, well, completely legal or kosher at times. But I’m the guy who keeps the hacker clowns out of other people’s networks.”
“So the government pays you to hack into its own systems?”
“A lot of governments pay us to do just that. And when we find a system that’s vulnerable, we flag it and even fix it, a lot of times without the client even knowing they’ve been updated and their security hardened. Our methods are sometimes a little questionable; but we’re the good guys.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize network security was so James Bond. It sounds dangerous.”
“Well, I did tell you that I have been shot at before.”
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S o tell me something else about you?” she asked out of the blue, sitting in the reading nook with him, a romantic paperback open in her hand from one of the many shelves. The gas fire warmed the sunken space nicely while the snow now fell in tiny little flakes with the storm waning into the evening.
Rion looked up from the fantasy hardcover in his lap.
“Me? What brought that on?” he smiled.
She held up the novel showing him the cover with the half-dressed couple. “This guy won’t tell her anything about himself. She thinks he’s a cop but he’s really working for the CIA.”
Rion chuckled. “I don’t work for the CIA. Honest.”
“He tells her the same thing.” She waved the book.
“I know he does. I’ve read it.”
“Very funny.”
“He’s really a vampire.”
“Duh,” she mocked. “I’m half way into the story and the only person who hasn’t figured that out yet is her.”
“Maybe I’m a vampire—” Rion gave her an alluring look while allowing his feelings to drift into her hers.
“Not. I’ve seen you during the day.”
“Maybe I only come out during the day?” He set down his book and moved closer to her on their couch.
She shook her head. “I‘ve seen you at night too.”
Rion scrunched up his nose. “Oh. Well, I do like to bite,” he moved himself over her, his lips sliding along her soft neck while he playfully nipped at her skin with his teeth.
She could smell Rion’s scent; it wasn’t cologne, just the fresh essence of his skin. “You smell really nice for some reason,” she said softly.
“I like the way you smell too,” he whispered.
Rion moved his lips up her neck, tenderly biting her ear. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
The brush of his lips against her skin sent an unexpected shiver through her and she drew an unexpected rippled breath. She could feel the warmth and smell his fine masculine scent. It gave her pulse a sudden jump. How was he able to so suddenly make her feel like this? Serena closed her eyes to focus on sudden warm sensations of his lips softly traveling up her neck.
Rion’s face barely brushed the side of hers as she drew in another breath. His lips sparingly brushed the side of her pout.
“You’re just—haaaa—” she breathed, “trying to distract me. From answering my question.”
“Is it working?” he asked softly. The lights in the apartment dimmed by themselves leaving both alone in the dim firelight of the nook.
“Ohhh,” was the only sound that fumbled from her lips. How was he doing this to her? It was like she could feel him inside her feelings.
He brushed his lips gently against her cheek and briefly hovered them by the side of mouth. He could have easily kissed her but it was like he was waiting. Serena accidentally brushed her lip against his. He returned with a brush of his own, just a touch. The cat and mouse of the lip play sent her pulse jumping again.
“You’re teasing me; kiss me already,” she breathed.
“What makes you think I want to kiss you,” he teased, brushing a lip to hers again.
Serena brushed his lips again and then kissed his upper lip softly.
Her subtle l
ip-play gave Rion’s own pulse a jump. Serena’s scent wasn’t helping either.
She kissed his lip playfully again. He returned her affection with a subtle advance, almost imperceptibly brushing his lips from the side to the front of her pout. When she kissed him again, he retreated, she brushed only the top of his lip. The retreat was playful and it sent Serena’s emotion of the moment wild with anticipation of Rion’s full sculpted lips folding into her own.
“You’re torturing me on purpose,” she whispered, their lips still hovering closely, but not exactly touching.
Rion lifted his hand to the side of her face and caressed her cheek just as lightly as he had brushed her lips. His touch was gifted; with every move he seemed to build Serena’s emotion even more.
“You need to be tortured.”
“Nooo. Why?” She let go an exasperated breath while trying to catch his lips again with hers.
“Pay back,” he breathed. “For the way you torture me everyday.”
“I don’t torture you—” she tried and failed to kiss him again, only succeeding brushing her lips against his.
“Sure you do.” He opened his mouth to hers. She tried to fold her lips into his but he just teased her again. She exhaled again with a cute frustrated moan that sent ripples of desire charging through Rion’s body. Gods the woman was intense. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to keep playing the game before she would destroy his self-control.
“They way you dress,” he hovered over her pout, taking in the sweet breath she had just released. “How you touch me,” the top of his lip touched her bottom one while his bottom lip brushed the bottom of her chin.
Serena’s feelings were on fire. Her heart was racing in her chest. “Get used to it, Superman,” she warned. Her hands slipping over his chest.
Rion’s control evaporated. His lips touched hers; not a brush this time; and he didn’t retreat. His lips took hers. When she opened her mouth for a breath, he matched the movement of her lips with his own, breathing with her. The lip play sent Serena to new heights of anticipation with his kiss that she had never been to. She had never in her life been kissed quite like this before.
“Ahhh,” she breathed openly into his mouth, “God, Rion. How—?”
She matched his lip-play drawing him closer to herself.
“Oh,“ he breathed with emotion and a new smile, drawing a soft breath. Serena was learning quickly.
Rion’s lips touched Serena’s again; with neither of them retreating. His hand cupped the side of her face; their lips moving softly in unison building emotion and sensation between them. Serena felt immersed in the emotion of it all; of Rion’s scent, his touch, his kiss, she tasted his lips.
Her mouth open with his, her tongue smoothed over the inside of his lip drawing a pleasing moan from Rion. His tongue then met hers in a playful slow dance neither wanted to end.
Her hands moved around Rion’s neck while his moved caressingly along hers, his fingers gently tangling in her hair. They wrapped their legs together for more comfort on the cushions as their kisses grew longer, sweeter, softer.
One of Rion’s hands slipped softly down the front of her top and over her full breast. She felt the tip of her breast tighten and tingle under his playful kneading touch.
Again Serena’s hands and fingers moved over his chest. The feeling of his muscles under his soft silk-like cotton shirt lifted her to another level of emotional high.
Rion drew a deep breath at the sensation of having Serena’s hands sliding over his pecs. He undid several of the upper buttons of his shirt. “Is that better?” he murmured, continuing to kiss her softly.
“Hmm. Much.” Serena wasted no time in accepting the invitation to slip her fingers into the fine open dress shirt and onto his smooth skin, her palms caressing the already thick firming tips of his thick sculpted chest.
The temperature of their kiss rose, and Serena undid all of Rion’s buttons to slide her fingers over his abs, leaving his shirt now completely open and untucked.
Serena almost didn’t feel her own thin top being lifted until she felt Rion’s hands moving over the bare skin of her sides. The man could be smooth when he wanted to be.
Rion slipped out of his shirt and let it fall to the sofa behind him while his lips continued teasing hers. With his shirt now gone Serena had full access to his thick masculine curves and ridges, her hands taking full advantage of the now shirtless Rion.
Her own top lifted off over her head with Rion’s hands wasting no time in moving his hands over her sides and then to her lace-covered breasts, teasing her through the elegant fabric. He drew her nipples between his fingers gently until they were tight and firm between them.
“HMMM,” she breathed between kisses, feeling his nipple teases shooting spikes of sensation straight into her jeans. “God, Rion, that feels really nice.”
She felt him release her from her bra, drawing it down to the sofa next to her shirt. Rion’s hands gently squeezed while his tortuous fingers playfully toyed and teased her nipples openly now.
She stopped kissing for just a moment, pushing him softly away and drawing a deep breath, then exhaling heavily.
“Everything okay?” he whispered, his mouth open and his breaths just as heavy as hers.
“I just want to see you.” She breathed, watching Rion and smoothing her palms over his skin. It was a like a dream to her, seeing him shirtless again like this, the two of them making out.
Rion drank in his new view of Serena. She was amazingly beautiful; her ample breasts pert and perfect while his hands moved over her skin.
Serena drew a deep breath.
“A little too intense?” he asked. He could feel it was between the two of them. He could hear her heart racing wildly.
“Yea. A little,” she agreed. “I think I needed to come up for some air.”
“You know you look amazing,” he complimented her shirtless curves.
Serena wondered if their kissing was going to become like their hot tub date the night before? They were definitely moving in that direction. Rion’s kiss had aroused feelings within her that she had never felt before. Was it just Rion’s skill playing her emotions or the strange blue drink in her glass? She didn’t know.
They moved close together; their skin-to-skin embrace now elicited longer and more intimate kisses, breathy and filled with emotion. Feeling Serena’s breasts moving over his pecs with her lips buried into his already raised more than his emotion.
Rion drew a deeply necessary breath while drinking in Serena’s lips. “This is how we should make out all the time.”
“All the time?” she smiled against his pout.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” he breathed, nodding.
Rion’s hands found her breasts again and he held them tenderly, moving them so that her firm tips touched and parried with his own. The sensations pushed Serena to the brink of wanting more than just a make-out date now. Beneath her panties she could feel her clit had grown rock-hard; and the way Rion moved her breasts and nipples against his chest brought her not just emotion, but real waves of deep desire. She couldn’t help but notice that Rion was filling out the material of his fine dress pants.
Serena wondered if Rion was as good at making love as he was at kissing? The simple thought sent a thrill over her that briefly shot a new wave a desire through her limbs.
Rion easily felt the sensation move through her. Serena was at the edge of wanting to do more than just make out. He tried to hold back his own emotion, but the sensations Serena’s feelings pushed into him were easily overpowering his ability to control. Their attraction had become really intense. He needed to make sure he didn’t totally lose it.
Rion’s hands were deft and magical on Serena’s body. His palms slid down around her hips and over her thighs.
Serena’s hands also found Rion’s muscular thighs and while he again touched her breasts, her fingers timidly, slowly opened the soft microfiber front of Rion’s pants, revealing hugely bulging white bik
ini briefs.
“Hmmm,” he kissed. “You are being naughty.”
Like every other large perfect muscle on Rion’s body, the lengthy bulge filling out his briefs right now was no different. She smoothed the backs of her fingers along his veiled length, causing Rion to draw a series of long rippling breaths.
“Hhhhaaah,” Rion half gasped at her touch, feeling her fingers riding gently over his tall solid male growing taller and harder by the moment. “You—Miss Erickson—” he kissed, “are going to get the both of us into trouble.”
Serena giggled softly against his lips as she felt Rion’s fingers unsnapping her jeans, then unzipping them as far as the zipper would go. “We’re already in trouble, Mr. Steele.”
Rion released a tense deep breath of agreement. “Matching underwear?” he whispered with a grin.
Okay, so she liked wearing matching intimates. It had not been because she thought Rion would ever see them; but because they made her feel sexy, confident. It was cute how Rion had noticed.
As he toyed with her lace, Serena lifted herself to her knees on the sofa with Rion’s hands on her thighs. It put his face at more or less eye-level with her unzipped waist while she wove her fingers through his soft thick hair. He looked up and allowed his eyes to follow the curves of her figure down to her open jeans and the slightly revealed lace. She had wanted him to just slip her jeans down but she closed her eyes in surprise as he kissed her tummy and belly button. His hands cupped her rounded ass as they slowly drew the denim down from around her waist. He slid her jeans off her ass slowly and down to around her thighs.
Serena shuddered in surprise as Rion suddenly kissed her on the leg seam of her lace. The sensation made her shiver and her thighs grew suddenly weak as she drew in an unexpected breath. Only Rion’s quick grip over her lace-covered ass kept her from collapsing and falling backward.
Kissing Serena like this had pushed Rion’s emotion a lot higher than he was wanting to go. But, gods! Serena’s feminine scent that lifted all around the front of her panties was like a sweet aphrodisiac. His cock had already reached its tall full length and thick rock solid girth, but her scent filling his senses now made his male throb as if he were growing even taller and harder. Her siren scent drew his lips to the front of her panties. Without thinking his tongue slipped away to explore the lace between her thighs as well.