Drawing Deep by Jennifer Dellerman Read Free Book Online Page B

then.”
    The husky invitation made her toes curl, inciting a wicked desire to take him up on the double entendre and climb on board. From the front. Facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist. As the erotic image formed, an overload of pressure snaked through her body to collect at the hot, aching place between her thighs. As if aware of her naughty thoughts, and approving whole-hardheartedly, Santos watched her through dark eyes now glittering with sparks of electric green at the edges.
    That was what brought her back from the abyss. She couldn’t forget what he was. What she was. Not yet, anyway. While she no longer believed, at least deep down, that this family of shifters would harm her physically should – when – her vampirism was brought to light, she had no wish to see disgust fill the face before her at sleeping with the enemy, so to speak.
    Vividly conscience of his heightened senses and the liquid heat that had pooled to dampen her panties, she quickly settled herself behind him on the padded seat before she could change her mind. There was no bar at her back to hold on to so she curled her hands into fists, her spine stiff as a poker, trying to distance her body from his as much as possible. But there was nothing she could do about their legs. Her inner thighs naturally pressed along his muscled ones when she set her boots on the foot rests.
    The engine came to life with a loud roar and they set off at a crawl until they made it through the doorway and over the bump created by the higher concrete floor of the maintenance room. He didn’t pause to shut the doors, the reason clear as they passed Andreas walking toward them.
    “Morning.” The Felix patriarch nodded at Ria.
    “Good morning, and thank you for the loan of your tools.”
    Andreas’s eyes flashed briefly to the trailer before returning to Ria. “No problem. I’d prefer nothing be left out overnight.”
    Ria understood what he didn’t say and could appreciate his stance. “We’ll bring everything back when we finish for the day.”
    Another nod. “Just leave the quad and trailer outside the kitchen and we’ll take care of it.”
    “I’ll be back within the hour,” Santos told his father. “Tell Porter that if he wants a quad for the morning, he’d better fix the one he broke.”
    This induced a raised brow from Andreas. “Will do.”
    “Thanks, Dad.”
    Unprepared, Ria let out a gasped goodbye when they leapt forward with a jerk, her hands reaching for Santos’s waist so she wouldn’t fly off the back of the quad. Getting her bearings only took seconds, but she found it difficult to let go. Her grasping fingers had found solid flesh and wanted to explore. Because of it, she did let go, placed her hands on her thighs and kept her face away from the masculine neck that had suddenly becoming akin to an enticing treat. Trying to ignore the heat traveling along the inside of her legs, nestled as they were along his, Ria turned her attention up, down and around; anywhere but straight ahead and at the man who was quickly becoming all that she remembered, and dreamed.
    The sun filtered through the heavily-loaded trees they were passing under, creating a dappling affect over the ground. Under the trees themselves there was little to no grass, but the swath between each row was recently mowed, the scent tickling her nose. She quickly realized Santos was using it as a road.
    They cleared the grove and moved through and around a few more trees before reaching a section of the land about half a mile out that seemed almost barren. Then they hit the dirt road that led to the reserve. She saw the rented Lincoln and one of the company’s jeeps at the gate and had the strange urge to sigh in regret.
    The ride was over.
    Though they hadn’t driven at full throttle, the speed had been fast enough that the wind whipped her thick, short hair into a nest and turned her nose into an ice cube. Her body was still plenty warm, but her hands and face