High Energy, Joy, Dara [books to read this summer .txt] 📗

pretty good idea. Zanita

had done something to him from the minute he laid eyes on her. He knew it; and

his subconscious knew it, too. How would she react? He decided to tip the scales

in his favor.

Zanita's eyelids were just fluttering open in confusion as Tyber lowered his

head, joining their mouths as well.

"Good morning." His eyes sparkled slumberously down on hers as he readjusted his

fit in her.

"Tyber…" Her violet eyes were heavy-lidded with sleep and rising passion; he

thought her wildly sexy.

He lifted her hand from where it was resting on the bed, ardently pressing

scorching lips to her palm before swirling his tongue across the sensitive

center.

Zanita's breath caught.

His thumb and forefinger held her wrist up for the downward play of his open

mouth across her inner arm. Slowly, he traversed the arm, caressing with velvet

lips that gently blew across the moistened skin.

It was devoutly erotic.

And all this time, he remained embedded in her to the hilt.

Strange, but it seemed to him as though time had somehow slowed down just for

Tyberius Augustus Evans, slowed down so he could savor each minute sensation,

each quivering breath she took, each moment they were joined together.

Zanita watched him silently. On a strange level, coming from one dream into

another, she felt as if she were two people: the awake Zanita, keenly feeling

every point of indelible sensation from the pulsating touch of this man, and the

other Zanita, the Zanita still caught in her dream, seeing, as if through a

gauzy veil, a man so utterly beautiful, a man making deep-felt, torrid love to a

woman while she was still sleep-warmed by him.

Tyber paused, quietly raising his lashes to meet her eyes.

Zanita held her breath. There was a seriousness about him.

He waited silently, staring into her with those light blue eyes of his… staring

at her, not moving, as his pupils began slowly dilating to his arousal, staring

at her while she felt the slightest trembling inside her from him.

"Kiss me. Kiss me now, Tyber." Her voice caught on his name.

He sealed his mouth over hers, blending them. A scalding heat poured from him

into her; his lips teased, his tongue stroked, his teeth nipped. But he did not

move.

He was driving her mad. She needed, wanted him to—

She tried to wiggle her hips.

His hands came down to hold her still.

She moaned against his mouth.

He twitched inside her, but stayed still.

"Please, Tyber, let me—"

He shook his head.

His tongue thrust inside her mouth. She whimpered, kissing him back, locking

their mouths together.

"Just feel, baby."

He began to throb; she could feel him throb. Intensifying. Heat. It was beating

along and through her. His pulsing or her pulsing? Something was happening. He

was—she was—They. Became.

Her breaths were short, shallow, rapid; she was panting.

His breaths were deep, ragged, building…

When she began to cry into his mouth, he moaned into hers, squeezing his eyes

shut. He did not move.

Impossibly, he was swelling more in her. Tight. He was in so tight.

She began to tremble.

He quickly clasped his arms around her and clutched her to him in a powerful

grip. She screamed her release against him; he shouted his against her.

She felt a long, hot splash inside her.

"I'm sorry. It just happened. I wasn't going to. Is it okay, baby?"

She tenderly cupped his cheek. "Yes, it's okay." There was no need for him to be

concerned in any way. "Don't worry, Tyber."

He smiled tenderly at her. "You too, baby." There wasn't a doubt in his mind

from that moment on that he was irrevocably hers.

When she came into the kitchen, Zanita skittishly viewed the orange muffin Tyber

was popping into his mouth,

"What is that?"

"Butternut squash muffin." He placed one in front of her. "It's

butternut-everything until next spring. I expect you to help me out here."

She eyed the muffin dubiously. "What does it taste like?"

"Like a mufffin made out of squash. Eat up." He saluted her with his half-eaten

one.

Zanita sat down, tentatively taking a little bite out of the muffin. "Not bad."

"I'll remind you you said that come January."

"Can't Blooey freeze any of the crop?"

"Froze it; canned it; cold-stored it." Tyber looked at the plate of muffins in

front of him with a resigned expression.

She reached across the table to pat his hand consolingly. "You'll survive, Doc."

Unfortunately, Blooey chose that exact moment to walk in the back door carrying

yet another bushel. "Didn't get nearly as cold as what they feared last night. I

managed to save these rascals—be looking forward to these beauties on a cold

winter night, eh, Captain?" He whistled off to the pantry.

Tyber's head clunked against the tabletop.

Zanita giggled. "It's a good thing I love butternut squash."

He raised his head four inches off the table and showed a woebegone face. "Just

wait until he starts on the soup." He shuddered, dropping his head again with a

thunk.

"Well, at least you can look forward to your dessert every night."

"Squash pie," came the voice from the tabletop.

"I'm sure you're exaggerating… aren't you?"

He raised his head to give her a "you'll see" grin.

Zanita hesitated before taking a sip of her coffee, raised her eyebrow at him,

then shrugged her shoulders.

Tyber drank his coffee slowly, watching her over the rim of his cup. "Do you

have an unnatural fear of… hogs?" he asked conversationally, as if he were

asking her to pass the butter.

"What?" Her cup clattered back into the saucer. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, several times when you've been disturbed in your sleep, you've mentioned…

hogs."

"Oh, you mean The Hogs."

"The hogs?" He looked a little wary of her now.

"Yes; at night they sometimes come by my grandfather's farm causing mayhem."

He lowered his coffee cup. "You're kidding. In Stockboro?" He had never heard of

any motorcycle gangs in the area.

She waved her hand. "All the time. And believe me, it's like they get some kind

of demented pleasure out of ransacking the place."

"Is there no one to stop them? Where are the authorities?"

"Forget it. It's been tried before. It's hopeless, been going on for years. Why,

I remember one night when I was still a teenager, I was coming home late from a

party at my girlfriend's so I was trying to sneak in the back, when I was

suddenly surrounded by them."

Tyber leaned forward in