Tales From Mysteria Falls by Jennifer St. Giles Read Free Book Online Page B

warm sun turning the tropical observatory into a toasty oasis. It was all so perfect. She had to wonder if it was all a dream. That she’d soon wake and find herself alone in her Georgetown apartment with all of this gone, leaving her with no answers to her plaguing dreams…and no JD. The sense of disappointment that hit her with that musing told her just how attached she’d already become to both men and Anya’s tragic story. Performing Come Back to Me with heart wasn’t going to be a problem.
    Something cut the sun from her face and she snapped her eyes open, afraid the dark shadow from earlier had returned. She found JD standing in front of her with motorcycle helmet in hand. He still wore his torn pants, black shirt, and leather jacket. He was back from his errand and looked more dangerous than ever.
    “The old man says he asked you to sing tomorrow. I told him he should have waited. He’s pushing you to his agenda.”
    She sat up, conscious of the way JD’s gaze dipped to the plunging V of her swimsuit. She thought the one-piece a better choice than the string bikini, but the way it pushed up her breasts was just as inviting. Rather than dip back into the steamy water or bring her arm up to cover herself, Krisana rolled her shoulders back. She wanted JD to find her irresistible. “He’s fine. If I can bring him a few moments of happiness by singing, then it’s worth it.”
    “Then you’re going to do it?”
    “I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t.”
    JD laughed. “You don’t know how he operates. One song tomorrow, then he’ll want other people to hear Anya’s opera—a matinee for the townspeople perhaps. The next thing you know, you’ll be performing it across the country. Little by little, he will lure you to his way.”
    She rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. I am not a complete pushover to another person’s whims, but it wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
    JD put his helmet on the hot tub’s ledge, went to one knee, and leaned down. His mouth was inches from hers. The heat in his gaze was steamier than the tub. “What about me?  Am I a bad thing?  Or can I lure you little by little to my way, too?”
    Krisana grabbed his jacket lapels and pulled his mouth down to hers. He groaned, his tongue delving into her mouth as he slid his hand to the back of her neck. One second they were on fire, kissing hard, and the next he lost his balance. He fell on top of her, his hard body pressing her against her. Rather than cooling their kiss, their passion caught fire. A frenzy of searching hands and urging touches had him shedding his jacket and shirt. He lifted her from the water and set her on the tub’s edge, then slid between her legs. He still wore his jeans and boots and the medieval cross at his throat, but the rest of him was gloriously bare. Krisana couldn’t get enough of him—of kissing him or touching him. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and rippling abs were toned, hot, and capable. She relished exploring the silk of his hair, the scruff on his shadowed jaw, and feeling the power that rippled with his every move. JD wasn’t just handsome and sexy. He was charismatic. She could feel him deep inside her just by looking at him…or him looking at her as he was doing at that moment.
    “Kris,” he whispered, his gaze raw. “We need to stop. Another minute and I’m going to strip you and take you right here. I’m going to suck your breasts.”  He cupped her them and slid his finger down her stomach to press where she ached the most. “And I’m going to kiss you here, until you scream with pleasure.”  He flicked his finger over her hardened need and she cried out as her hips danced to the music of his touch.
    “Damn,” he said. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop. I crave your pleasure more than air to breathe.”  He claimed her mouth and shoved his fingers beneath the crotch of her swimsuit to stroke her flesh-to-flesh. She came apart, moaning and shuddering, feeling helpless and