Excerpt
A wave of dizziness swept over her with the next black-out and this time when her vision returned she was… she was…
She was looking at a bombshell version of herself, dressed in skimpy underwear, writhing on a huge bed with satin sheets. It looked like the other her was in ecstasy, moaning and arching, and Hailey’s body stirred to life.
Only it wasn’t her body…
Lust hit her like a punch to the gut and she stumbled to that bed but hesitated.
The imposter Hailey was stunning, all smooth supple skin and generous curves but still somehow exuding a tightly leashed, explosive energy. It drew her just like her white hair did, and her lush lips, and that sexy black, barely there lingerie that she wanted to take off with her teeth.
Not me!
The other Hailey opened her eyes, smiling a sly cat smile as if she knew what the real Hailey was thinking, and curled her fingers in sensuous invitation.
Hailey almost fell over the imposter, wanted to so badly it hurt to not move. But she forced herself to step back. This wasn’t right. It’s not me…
None of it was her.
But the other Hailey, the imposter, pouted and reached for her grasping on to – she gasped – something no woman had. And still, Hailey shuddered with pleasure at the touch. Hands so soft, but her grip so firm…
Hailey fisted her hands in her hair and shook her head hard to banish the vision.
She freaking hated telepaths!
Her hands felt clumsy as she fumbled with the latch to get out of the restroom. She had to hold on to the seats she passed to get back to her own and wring that bastard’s neck. If he thought he could screw with her like this he had another think coming. Her mind was all she had to fix herself. No one was messing with that.
He looked like he was sleeping when she got to their seats. Playing possum? That just pissed her off even more. Hailey reached for him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and…
…found herself tangled in the satin sheets, with the Hailey imposter’s legs around her and her imposter hands in her hair. She tugged, Hailey groaned. Not her voice. She curled her hips up, Hailey grabbed them to hold them still. Not her hands!
The imposter laughed, tugged her down for a kiss.
The shuttle shook like it had taken a meteor hit and Hailey went sprawling over the telepath. He woke up but before he did a split second rapid fire of neurons plunged her right back into his dream.
On his/her back, with the imposter straddling his/her hips. She smiled a feral little smile of victory. She had him/her right where she wanted. The imposter ground her hips down, threw her head back and shouted, “Yes!”
She/he/they bucked upwards, right into the imposter’s orgasm.
“Shit!” she heard before the pervert grabbed her and shoved her off him. Somehow Hailey managed to get back into her seat, nearly sitting on her computer. Dazed, disoriented, pissed off, and so damn close to an orgasm that just crossing her legs would probably send her over the edge, Hailey squeezed her eyes shut and breathed deep.
Her beast was stirring again, eager to come out and play. She felt its aggravation that she wouldn’t do anything about that little vision. Oh, but Hailey would. As soon as she got herself under control and could look at him again without wanting to rip his throat out with her teeth – or maybe rip his clothes off and straddle him…
No!
Oh, God, this was so, so wrong!
“What the hell happened?” he snapped.
He was pissed at her? “You tell me, Freekazoid,” she growled back, still not trusting herself to look at him.
“Oh, I’m the freak?”
Her hackles rose and her spine shivered in anger.
“I was sleeping,” he said. “And the next thing I know…” He trailed off and she could just imagine the look of dawning horror on his face. He swore – at least she thought he did. Whatever he ground out between his clenched teeth, she didn’t catch it. When he spoke again he sounded tired. “I take it you saw?”
She nodded. Saw, heard, felt. The reminder made her squirm and she gasped. Oh shit! Hailey crossed her legs tightly and clutched the armrest shuddering through the unexpected climax. Eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched against the deep moan working its way up her throat, she prayed no one would notice.
Calen did.
