Killing Time by Elisa Paige Read Free Book Online

dropping his other hand to my waist and pulling ever so gently. As if on its own, my body moved against his as he lowered his head and brushed my lips with his own.

Chapter Four
    I stiffened with shock and he pulled back, just enough to look me in the eyes. He smiled slightly and bent to kiss me again, this time fitting our mouths together with skill and ease. Koda angled his lips perfectly and then his tongue was in my mouth. I made a breathless sound of need and kissed him back as his strong hand moved downward to grip my rear end, pressing me close.
    I commanded myself to put some space between us, but my body wasn’t taking orders. My hands rose into the silken wealth of his hair and I urged him closer. Even as I hated how he’d bound me against my will, even though I knew he despised everything about me, knew that he’d pull away any second now and knew how much that rejection would hurt, I couldn’t stop.
    I’d never been kissed and touched with this combination of expertise and need and passion, and it seemed my bones would dissolve under the sensual onslaught.
    All too soon, Koda stiffened against me. “Sephti. Stop, Sephti. We have to stop.” He set me back from himself with firm hands on my shoulders.
    I realized I was shaking, torn equally between humiliation, aching need and feminine fury. Koda was watching me, his gaze steady and unfathomable, and it was that neutrality that somehow hurt the worst. That he already had himself back under control when my pulse was pounding so hard, my body shook with each percussive thud.
    Working hard to disguise how much being pushed away stung, I groused, “Well, I guess there’s at least one thing you think fae creatures are good for.”
    He flinched, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of my words or the huge crash directly over our heads. This time, the whole building shook, like maybe an entire floor had collapsed.
    Koda moved his body as far from me as he could while still maintaining his grip on my hand. “I believe we were leaving?” he said in an arch tone.
    “Ah, is that what we were doing,” I muttered, double-checking that my mental hold on his form remained intact. His eyes darkened at the reinforced contact, but he kept himself at a distance. I turned my head away from him so he couldn’t see my face and the stricken look I couldn’t erase. “You might want to close your eyes while we slip through the cracks. Like I said, the first time is a little freaky.”
    Before he could respond, I tightened my grip on his hand enough to hurt and sifted us through the paper-width spaces around the door. I’d done this so often, I no longer even thought about it. But I could sense Koda’s horror as I thinned our forms to component parts as small as grains of sand. And like sand through an hourglass’s funnel, we passed through the tiniest of cracks out into the alley behind the highrise.
    Not surprisingly, it burned twice the energy of moving just myself. I hadn’t anticipated the accompanying dizziness and nausea, though. My head spun as I clung grimly to the determination to keep us shaded as I coaxed our bodies back into the correct shapes—not as hard as it sounds since bodies naturally want to return to their form and help the process along the way magnets attract one another.
    Sucking in much-needed air as quietly as I could, I stood for a long moment, waiting for the vertigo to pass. In my periphery, I saw Koda open his mouth as if to speak and I shook my head frantically, glaring at him and willing him to remember what I’d said about maintaining silence.
    His dark eyes snapping at the rebuke, he nodded.
    “Truck?” I mouthed soundlessly.
    He tipped his chin toward the alley’s far end and we set off in that direction. We’d made it a few yards when the hair at my nape stood up. I looked over my shoulder and stumbled from horrified shock. I’d’ve fallen flat on my face if Koda hadn’t steadied me.
    A small blonde child stood just outside