“I know.”
“Shit.” He liked her more for being this honest with him. “Okay. So, tell me about the vision and about your power. Tell me all of it.”
“I’d rather show you the vision,” she said, her tone so low that he tilted his head.
“Show me?”
She nodded in quick jerks. He felt her fear like a stab against his mind. “I get it. You want to put the vision in my head.”
She nodded again, but this time slowly.
“How do you even know you can do that?”
“I just do. Will you allow me to put my hands on your face?”
“Yes.”
She slid to the end of her seat, then shifted to join him on his side, sitting beside him.
He frowned. He didn’t like the proximity at all. Too dangerous.
Beyond that, he wasn’t sure she really had the power to share the vision, but he would soon find out. However, the moment she put her hands on either side of his face and closed her eyes, he realized that having visions probably just scratched the surface of her power.
Telling vibrations passed from her skin to his, strong ripples of sensation. He was nearly overwhelmed with her presence right against his mind. His chest tightened. If she had this much power, then the enemy would want her, or want her dead. So, shit.
How much worse could this moment get?
He closed his eyes and felt her press against his mind. He knew enough about mind-engagement to get really relaxed and to let his shields fall, otherwise he would feel nothing but great shards of pain, knives spinning in his head.
As she streamed the vision, he saw it all in a quick flow, like a movie, the images clear and precise.
His sister, Rachel, came into view. She smiled like she was happy, a rarity for her. She sat with several others, all in folding chairs or lounges, clustered around a campfire, at dusk. He felt what Elise felt, that the timing of the vision encompassed the next day, but where was this place? Because of his earlier conversation with Rachel, he could only suppose he was looking at a location in northern California. He hoped to hell Bev would have some luck with the grid search.
The vision shifted to the sky overhead. Three death vamps appeared, flying over a line of trees, then gliding in the direction of the river and the campsite.
When the vision ended, and Elise’s hands fell away, he slid his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and tapped the surface of the screen.
He closed his eyes, hoping like hell that his sister would pick up. At the very least, he needed a mind-link with her for the next twenty-four hours.
After leaving Gideon’s mind, Elise couldn’t believe how she felt. Dizziness swirled through her brain, the aftereffects of having been inside his head. Her body vibrated with power, and something else, something that made her turn to look at Gideon, made herwant him.
He had his elbow on the table, his hand shading his brow. He spoke with his sister, his voice rising and falling. He even shouted, then calmed, then shouted again. He said something about wanting a mind-link with her.
Her gaze became fixed to his lips. She watched them move. She knew his lips so well, how they felt on her lips, on her skin, against her br**sts, and lower. How he would pull at her flesh with his lips, tugging, so sensual, determined, until he brought her to screaming.
She tried to direct her thoughts into other channels, but they proved intractable as her gaze slid down his neck and she watched the vein in his throat beating hard. She wanted what he had to give her. She wanted it gliding down her throat, feeding her, strengthening her.
She slid closer so that her leg touched his leg. She settled her hand on his bicep, one of her favorite places. He glanced at her, but the argument he carried on distracted him.
Some kind of madness had her in a tight grip. Being inside his mind had left her so very hungry …for him.
She became a woman with a new mission that had nothing to do with visions and lies.
She rose to her feet, took their drinks, and settled them on a tall ledge on the opposite side of the booth.
Familiar with how the table worked, she gave Gideon a nudge so that he would sit back in his seat. Because he was still arguing with Rachel, he obliged her.
She flipped the tabletop up, locked it in place, then pushed the whole thing away from Gideon. That gave her plenty of room.
She moved to stand in front of him, dropping to her knees. She wiggled between his legs. How nice, he spread his legs a little farther to accommodate her. She lowered her face to his groin.
“We’re all set, Rachel. Thank you for letting me do this. I won’t contact you unless things turn critical.” A pause. “Love you, too.”
She felt him shift and her head bobbed as he put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. They both wore jeans. She smiled as she rubbed her head back and forth, not too hard, but enough to feel that his body liked what she was doing.
“Elise? What the hell are you doing?”
She looked up at him, her lips parted. Her breaths came in little pants. “I liked being in your head …a lot.”
“I can see that. Oh, God. You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Gideon, I didn’t exactly mean for this to happen, but you’ve got to help me out here.” She ran her hands up and down the tops of his thighs. She brushed her face once more over what was now so very hard. She wanted him in her mouth.
He sat very still. He didn’t speak.
Tacit permission.
She rose up just a little and with her hands still on his jeans, she thought the thought and used some of the power she’d been concealing from him.Voilà. Jeans and T-shirt gone. She’d sent them to her home in Surprise.
“Commando,” she whispered.
“Shit, you can fold. Elise. You’ve got to stop … I mean …” She wrapped her hand around him. A groan followed.
She took him in her mouth, the beautiful crown. How well she knew his body. She swirled her tongue over and over, dipping into the small crevice, licking then settling in to suck him, savoring, her body arching, her hips flexing, needing more, so much more.
She felt his hand on the back of her neck. He rocked into her and she sucked, drew back, sucked, drew back until he was pumping into her mouth. She let him, each thrust more beautiful than the last.
Her mind still flowed so strangely back and forth.
“Oh, God,” he murmured. “Elise, you have to stop.”
No, she didn’t.
She thought another beautiful thought, left the hard length of him, then rose up naked in front of him.
His gaze fell to her br**sts. His eyes flared and he sucked in a whole lot of air. Another groan returned. Because he was sitting, he threw his right arm around her waist and caught her left breast with his left hand as he drew her close. He dipped low and before she could beg him to do it, his mouth closed around her nipple and he returned the suckling favor.