Edge of Danger by Cherry Adair Read Free Book Online

Lifemate is chosen by the heart of a son: No protection can be given, again I have won.
     
      Not that he’d let it get that far. Hell no. He’d do what he had to do and get the hell out of Dodge. Besides, it wasn’t his heart that was turned on by Dr. Eden Cahill.
     
      Close enough to reach out and touch her, he watched her work. Her hair gleamed, beckoning to be stroked. The curly, chin-length strands bared the vulnerable curve of her neck as she leaned over the keyboard. He wanted to put his mouth there. Her dark lashes cast shadows on her cheeks; he wanted to feel the brush of them on his skin. He wanted to run his mouth lightly across the smooth skin beneath her stubborn jaw, and then taste the lobe of her ear. She was oblivious to his presence as she concentrated. He wanted her to be that focused, that intense as she became familiar with his body.
     
      Strictly speaking, she wasn’t beautiful, merely pretty, he thought desperately. Her mouth was full, and clearly used to smiling, although right now she was frowning, and looked very serious. Her eyelashes were thick and naturally dark, long enough to cast shadows on her cheekbones. Her large, chocolate brown eyes were pensive as she stared into space. Something was worrying Dr. Cahill. Something that had her combing her fingers through her dark hair. He almost groaned; he wanted to push her hands aside and do that himself. He didn’t wonder how it would feel—he could see how soft and silky her hair would be, tangled between his fingers.
     
      Resisting her was like trying not to breathe. He could manage it for slightly longer than he could hold his breath on a deep sea dive, but eventually the clawing need had him again.
     
      Every muscle in his body was tight. The magnetism was undoubtedly sexual. But it was more than that.
     
      Stronger even than lust.
     
      The knowledge that this was beyond lust terrified him right down to his marrow.
     
      He’d felt sexual attraction to plenty of women in his thirty-four years. Lust at first sight a time or two. But never like this. Never a slam in the gut so powerful he grew hard.
     
      Every hunter’s instinct in him demanded he go to her. Claim her. Right now. Right there in her chair. And to hell with her assistant. To hell with the consequences.
     
      He’d slide the zipper down on her jeans, yank them off and spread her legs—Ah, Jesus—He crushed the thought, because if he let himself finish it, the tenuous hold he had on his control would shatter.
     
      Today she was wearing jeans and a plain red T-shirt with a little pocket over the swell of her right breast. Gabriel’s hungry gaze traveled greedily down her body, all the way to her pretty feet with their bright pink polish and little black ring on the pinkie toe of her right foot. His gut tightened just looking at her sexy toes in those high-heeled sandals that showed off her slender ankles.
     
      He wanted to hold her in his arms for real. Hold her and touch her silky skin. His hands hurt from wanting to touch her. His breathing had to be shallow, because he could smell her heady, womanly fragrance, and it made him dizzy with longing. She liked perfume, different ones. He’d seen the fancy bottles lined up in her bathroom. Today she had on something intensely feminine, smelling of flowers and sunshine. The fragrance mingled with the scent of her skin in a way that made Gabriel feel drunk just inhaling it.
     
      He knew she’d taste as delicious as she smelled.
     
      Don’t go there. He wished to God he could do this to her from a distance. About five thousand miles might do it. But to do what he needed to do, he had to be within sight of her. Frigging hell, he thought, so frustrated he wanted to chew glass.
     
      It hadn’t worked six hours ago.
     
      He was desperate enough to try again. He couldn’t take her back to the castle. He just fucking couldn’t. She was seductive and succulent enough as it was, sitting here