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

excited particle is an interesting

particle."

"Why do I care?"

"Because excited particles do all kinds of intriguing things, especially when

high energy is involved. May I demonstrate?"

Zanita nodded warily. What was the kook up to now? Her eyes widened as he

slipped off his slacks and underwear. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly what you told me to—I'm demonstrating." He folded his legs, sitting in

a lotus position on the bed.

"This is your experiment?" Her tone was skeptical.

"Uh-huh. I'm testing the effects of high-energy transfer among humans in regard

to excitation of the body." Right. It was the hokiest thing he had ever heard,

and it had come from his own mouth. Any second now, she was going to toss him

out on his ear and vacate the bedroom.

Zanita, being Zanita, did neither. She peered at him with a face alight with

interest. "You mean you really are doing an experiment?" That would make

everything okay, she thought. There would be a scientific reason for his

behavior.

Tyber didn't bat an eye. "Yes. I'll show you."

It was time to engage the opposition. He reached for the hem of her nightgown,

pulling it up over her head. Without delay, he lifted her onto his lap facing

him. His hands clasped her ankles, bringing her legs securely around his waist.

Then he lifted her chin with his forefinger, locking their sights together.

"What's this for?" she whispered, so as not to interfere with the procedure.

"I'm getting myself into a state of excitement for you. Feel this?" He rubbed

his hardening member against her stomach.

Her eyes widened in affirmation.

"See; it's working."

He draped her arms around his neck, bringing his head down to hers. The flat of

his palms splayed against her bare back.

"Now I want to see if it's possible for me to convey to you my sense of

excitement…."

His lips immediately took hers in a deep, soul-robbing kiss. Strong, white teeth

gently captured her upper lip, which he delicately suckled.

A tingling line of excitement quivered from the top of her head to the tips of

her toes.

His low voice feathered against her mouth. "I do believe I'm on the right track

here."

A small sound issued from Zanita's throat. Maybe he was on to something here. To

help him out, she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, convinced Tyber was on

the verge of a great scientific breakthrough. She told him so.

He agreed.

His palms massaged their way up her back, the strong fingers invigorating and

soothing. Competent hands stroked her neck, relaxing the stiff muscles just

enough to allow anticipation to seep in.

Their skin, where she sat on him, radiated scorching heat. A teasing fire

kindled through both their bodies. Zanita felt she was going to melt in his lap.

Tyber's hands continued working in languid circular motions up her back, her

shoulders, her neck, until they cupped the back of her head. His long fingers

tangled in her curls.

Growling low in his throat, he held her head immobile for the thorough, rich

invasion of his mouth.

Beguiling masculine lips trailed across her face, her forehead, her eyelids, the

tip of her nose, the underside of her jaw. His breath was hot on her.

He scraped his cheek against hers, back and forth, in a totally sensuous,

catlike gesture which left her reeling. Then his lips nibbled lightly on her

collarbone, a soft tasting. She shivered in response.

"Am I exciting you, baby?"

His breathy words tickled the sensitive vee at the base of her throat, raising

goosebumps. Before she could think to respond, he dragged his moist tongue

diagonally down her chest to the peak of her breast, where he captured the taut,

pebbly nub in liquid loving. His palms braced firmly against her back to hold

her steady against his mouth, the position giving him complete command of her

flesh to play and suckle to his liking.

Her hands threading his hair, clutching him intimately to her, let him know that

he was, indeed, exciting her. The tiny sounds she made confirmed it.

This time, when Tyber rubbed his shaft against her lower stomach, he was

diamond-hard.

Zanita reached down, clasping his manhood.

Her fingers stroked down the stiff shaft, lightly tracing the throbbing vein. In

a duplicating action, she simultaneously ran her open mouth down the strong

column of his throat.

Tyber sucked in his breath.

Her thumb and index finger encircled him at the base of his erection, gently

squeezing. A husky moan rolled low in his throat.

He buried his face in her hair, groaning, "Baby… baby… baby…"

She rolled the broad head of his manhood around the palm of her hand, feeling a

small droplet of liquid escape the tip. The dewy, slightly sticky droplet was

lovingly massaged back into his secret, petal-soft skin.

Tyber trembled. His whole body shook while he battled between control and the

ecstasy of the moment. Her beautiful, uninhibited lovemaking was driving him

crazy. He wanted more of her—had to have more of her—right now.

Tyber's hands came under Zanita's arms, suddenly lifting her onto him with a

power she had only seen glimpses of in the past. He slid fast into her. Deep.

Tight. Potent.

Zanita cried out from the fullness, the exquisite sensation of him so deep

inside her, so close inside her. Her arms went around his chest, tightly drawing

him to her. Then she placed the flat of her hand over her lower stomach.

He was throbbing inside her.

She could feel it beneath her fingertips! A vibrancy that was uniquely Tyberius

Augustus Evans. Her breath caught. Everything that was this man hit her in that

one instant of intimacy. Tyber.

Her eyes lifted to his, full of wonder and…

Tyber saw the look on her face, recognizing it for what it was. Moved, he

clutched her to him in a fierce grip; his lips scattered kisses over the top of

her head. "Zanita, I—"

But whatever he had been about to say was lost when she began moving on him.

He closed his eyes, letting the sensations flood him. And when he thought he

would drown in it, he clutched her buttocks, rocking her back and forth on him,

augmenting her oh-so-sweet movements with his own. He took her with him,

reveling in the exquisite feel of her, the spicy taste of her, the passionate

scent of her. He was lost in his Curls.

The only sounds in the room were the gentle bubbling of the aquariums and their

ragged, strained