Prophesy

Chapter Six

  Keegan fell into bed with Echo in a tangle of muscled arms and legs. He hadn’t been with a woman in a very long time, but that wasn’t the reason for his burning desire. Echo affected him in ways no other woman had.

  “I thought I’d go out of my mind, I wanted you so badly,” he said, his hands exploring her body. No matter what tomorrow brought, he would always have tonight.

  She ran her hand along his jaw, tenderly. Her eyes captivated him, beseeching, bewitching and bewildering.

  Beneath him, Echo raised herself and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue probing his mouth tentatively at first, then boldly. Her nimble fingers unfastened buttons and tore off his shirt. She ended the kiss and looked deeply into his eyes.

  His hands sank into the downy softness of the comforter as he rested his upper body on his palms. He leaned forward and explored her mouth.

  He didn’t need his soul to feel whole. He needed nothing more than Echo. Nothing more…

  “How long has it been for you?” She lifted her head and peered at him.

  His breath fell against her hair as he struggled to answer. “Months,” he managed to say before succumbing to the delicious sensations coursing through him. “For you?”

  “Longer.”

  He tumbled between the sheets with her.

  This would be a memorable night for both of them. He thought about how Echo put aside her desire to please him. In the several hours since she came into his life, he had done nothing but take from her. First, he took from her strength, then he took from her wisdom, then he left her to deal with Smith and the bikers, and here he was selfishly using her again.

  He imagined her job had her doing for others with no one doing for her. That pattern would end with him. “Let me,” he said, his voice husky with the need to please her.