Melinda Metz - The Wild One

He pulled up the edge of his T-shirt to make sort of a bag and piled a bunch of the balls inside. Isabel tried not to stare at his stomach. It was hard and flat, with each group of muscles clearly defined. He was perfect. He wasn't too bulked up or too lean. Absolutely yummy.

"Come on," Nikolas said. He flipped on a row of light switches with his elbow and led the way over to the closest lane.

At least the pool balls don't have any grubby little holes, Isabel thought.

Nikolas dumped his pool balls on the polished wooden floor and stretched out on his stomach next to them. He grabbed one of the balls and slammed it down the lane. The pins went down with a loud clatter.

I forgot about the noise, Isabel thought. Another wonderful part of the whole bowling ambiance.

"Woo-hoo!" Nikolas yelled. "A strike for me."

Isabel smiled. Maybe there were a few ways Nikolas was an ordinary guy. It was kind of sweet. "You cheated, though," she told him. "I could feel you using your power to push the ball."

Nikolas sat up and shook his head at her. "Someone did a number on you," he said. "Why is using power cheating? We're born with it. Is it cheating for you to look as good as you do? You were born with that hair, and those eyes, and… everything else."

So, he did think she was pretty. Well, he better watch himself, or he was going to find himself one of those guys who followed Isabel around with drool running out of their mouths. She liked that idea-a lot.

"Max just thinks that using power is dangerous," Isabel said. He had drilled into her that her power was something that should only be used in an emergency. Of course, she used it a lot more often than that, but she always felt sort of guilty.

Nikolas snorted. "Max. Max needs to figure out that he's not human. He's never going to be human. And that is a very good thing."

He stretched back out on the floor. Isabel felt a power surge, and suddenly Nikolas went speeding down the lane, skimming about an inch above the wooden floor. He knocked down the pins with his head. He jumped to his feet. "Yeah! Could a human do that?"

Isabel shook her head. "Would a human want to do that?" she asked.

"You've got to try it," he said. "It's like flying."

Flying. Just being with Nikolas was like flying. She felt totally free with him. Free and light and shining. So completely different from the way she felt around Max and the others. Yeah, she cared about them, and she knew they cared about her. But sometimes it felt as if they were dragging her down with all their worries and cautions and carefulness.

"Are you going to try it or not?" Nikolas demanded.

"No way. That's like one step beyond crushing beer cans with your head, which is a pretty stupid human trick," Isabel said. Yeah, she had agreed to go bowling, but she had to draw the line somewhere . Besides, it wasn't good for Nikolas to get his way all the time.

"You shouldn't say no way to anything. You should try everything at least once," Nikolas said.

A second later Isabel found herself facedown, floating an inch above the floor, shooting straight toward the pins. "Nikolas, no!" she yelled. Just as her head was about to crash into the pins Isabel flew straight up into the air.

Nikolas swaggered down the lane and stared up at her. "Now tell me that wasn't fun," he said. And she felt herself being gently lowered to her feet.

"It was fun," she admitted. In fact, she'd never, felt anything like it-it had been like the world's most amazing roller coaster.

"I'm starving. Do they have a snack bar in this place?" Nikolas asked. He headed to the back of the alley. "Score. They have a soft-ice-cream machine." He vaulted over the wooden counter.

Isabel ducked under it. She reached for the light switch in the concession stand, but Nikolas stopped her. "It's more fun in the dark," he murmured.

Isabel shrugged. She could see better in the dark, anyway.

"Have you ever shotgunned ice cream?" he asked. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the machine.

"Oh no. No," Isabel said. "I'm wearing a new shirt."

"So take it off," Nikolas challenged. He pulled off his T-shirt and threw it in the corner.

Isabel decided to wipe the little smirk off his face. It's not like her bra didn't cover as much as a bikini top, anyway. She unbuttoned her shirt buttons slowly, teasing him a little. He deserved it.

She felt a little stab of satisfaction when she noticed the muscles in Nikolas's throat working. Got you, didn't I? she thought. Well, it was only fair. Looking at Nikolas without his shirt was doing some interesting things to her, too.

"Okay, come sit on the floor and tilt your head under the spigot." Isabel noticed that Nikolas's voice sounded a little husky. And he was having about as much luck not checking out her breasts as she'd had keeping her eyes off his abs.

Nikolas grabbed a squirt bottle of mustard off the counter. "We can use this as a chaser."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Isabel said. But she got into position under the machine and opened her mouth. Nikolas pulled down the spigot. The machine started to hum, then a big blob of ice cream plopped down on her. Some of it got into her mouth, but some of it got in her nose. She started to choke.

Nikolas shut off the machine and grabbed some napkins. He held Isabel's chin between his fingers and started wiping off her face. He could be so wild, so outrageous. But sometimes when he touched her, he was so totally gentle.

"Fun, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you have to try it." Isabel shoved Nikolas's head under the spigot and turned it on. He tilted back his head and caught some of the ice cream with his mouth. He squirted in some mustard after it.

"Is that a good combination?" Isabel asked. "I usually put Tabasco sauce."

"You want a taste?" Nikolas pulled Isabel over to him and kissed her. A kiss that she felt straight down to her toes. She ran her hands down his bare back. Hard muscles under soft, warm skin. Mmm.

Nikolas licked a dollop of ice cream off her nose. Then moved in for another kiss. Isabel pressed her hands against his chest. "Wait," she whispered.

"I don't like to wait," Nikolas said.

Isabel stared at him, falling deeper into his golden brown eyes. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

"Nikolas…" she whispered as his mouth came down on hers once more.

"Hey!" a harsh voice yelled. "Who's back there?"

Isabel jerked away from Nikolas and peeked over the top of the counter. One of those rent-a-cop security guys stood there, squinting into the darkness.

"Stay here," Nikolas whispered.

He crawled to the end of the counter and started to circle behind the guard. Isabel could hardly stand to watch. Any second he would get caught.

Max was going to kill her. Michael too. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it on. If she got arrested or something, she wanted to be fully dressed.

The guard moved closer to the counter-and Nikolas made his move. He touched the back of the guard's head, and the guard instantly slumped to the floor.

"Come on," Nikolas called. Isabel ducked under the counter and almost stepped on the guard's hand.

She jumped back, staring down at the man in horror.

Nikolas grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. "Come on," he repeated. He ran out to his bike and swung her on behind him. Then he roared out of the parking lot.

Isabel gasped for air. Nikolas killed that guy, she thought frantically. One second he was kissing me, and the next second he killed someone.

She dug her fingernails into the sides of the motorcycle seat. She would rather fall off than touch Nikolas right now.

At least he was taking her home. He turned onto her street and pulled up in front of her house. She practically fell off the motorcycle and stumbled away from him.