Her Lost Lover Page 7

  Now that he was face to face with his mate, and the immediate danger averted, Rafe took his time to explore her extraordinary features.

  Waist-length hair the color of a sunset and crystal-like blue eyes, shaped like a feline’s, hinted of her mixed race. Her mouth was slightly parted, the bottom lip fuller than the top. Her nose had a cute bend, a small imperfection that only added to her delightful features. Dressed in a tan shorts and a white t-shirt, she was perhaps the most beautiful human he’d ever seen.

  No one had ever made him lose control like she did. He was tempted to run his hands over her body, to feel the voluptuous curves he knew were hidden underneath the clothing. Her light lilac scent flew to his head, making him hunger for more of her. Rafe tightened his hold on her. Soft was one of the words he would use to describe her. Her skin radiated a healthy smooth glow, almost like silk. She was how he envisioned all women should be, silky soft and rounded.

  Through his peripheral vision, Rafe could see a few of the zombies walking by with sluggish steps. He paid the sickly humans no heed. None of that affected the instant attraction to the woman in his arms, a strong pull racing through him.

  He could swear the air sizzled with a sexual aura surrounding them. Rafe released her hair, and let his hand travel down to her neck as he took his time savoring her skin against his. He skimmed the top curve of her breasts then paused at her nipple. With his thumb, he flicked the hardened tip. Hot white sparks shot through him as Melina released a whimper in reaction to his touch, her eyes fiery with passionate arousal.

  “I asked if you are okay?” he said once more as he held her nipple between thumb and finger.

  He meant for the touch to awaken her from the web of desire that lingered around them. Instead, it fueled the fire already burning through his veins.