Shoshanna Evers: The Pulse

“You can’t get rid of me now, you know,” she said, lifting herself up on her tiptoes to reach his lips.

He kissed her, claiming her as his own.“I don’t want to get rid of you. Ever.”

Emily smiled and looked around the little cabin. She picked up some trash off the floor. “Good. Let’s get to work.”

“I’ll go catch us dinner,” he said. “How does goose sound?”

Emily licked her lips in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He stepped out the front door, then turned back around, looking back into the open doorway at Emily, her brown hair falling into her eyes as she leaned over, getting started on cleaning their new home. “I love you, you know,” he said.

He inhaled sharply. Did he say that out loud?

Emily lifted her head, looking up at him in surprise. “Did you just say you loved me?” she asked quietly.

Oh hell. “Yes. I did. I mean, I do.”

She dropped the trash back on the floor and ran up to him, tackling him, throwing her arms around him. “I love you, Mason.”

He’d never heard anything more wonderful in his life.

Kissing her deeply, he dropped her to the ground, determined to show her just how much he loved her before he found something to kill for their dinner.

He loves me,he loves me!

Emily grinned up at Mason, almost unable to believe it. Everything she hoped for, dreamed of, wrapped itself around and hinged on that one fact. Mason loved her, and she loved him. The entire world could fall apart around them, and she wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t even notice.

He stripped his shirt off, tossing it amongst the leaves strewn across the forest floor. She pressed her palm against the thick wall of heated muscles of his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her fingers.

His mouth claimed hers, bruising her lips with his ferocity and passion.

“I need you, now,” he whispered, his voice hot in her ear.

“And I need you forever,” she whispered back, smiling up at him. His bright blue eyes held depths of emotion in them. She could get lost in those eyes, and yet she knew she had been found. She’d never be lost again.

He pulled her shirt up over her head, pulling it slowly down her arms, trapping them behind her back. Placing wet kisses all down her neck, his lips trailed to her breasts as she arched forward, desperate for his mouth on her.

She tried to reach her hand forward with the intention of grasping his head to her nipple, but her arms tangled deliciously in her shirt behind her back and all she could do was moan with pleasure as he laughed, smiling mischievously.

“I think I like you a little bound, Emily,” he said, darting his tongue to her waistband. She gasped at his words as his fingers crept up her to her hips, sliding her pants down around her thighs.

A cool breeze wafted across her wet, naked pussy and she groaned, looking up into the treetops surrounding their new home.

“Now I have you exactly how I want you, and I’m going to take my time,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against her nether lips as he slowly parted her folds with his tongue.

A shudder of desire rushed through her as Mason licked her mercilessly, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

“More,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re mine forever now, Emily,” he said, sucking her clit full into his mouth. She came hard, her abdominal muscles contracting, her head curling forward as she gasped, panting as he pulled every last bit of her climax from her with thick, strong strokes of his tongue.

“I’m yours,” she breathed.

He lowered his pants and mounted her, crushing her beneath his muscular torso as he thrust deep within her. The world around them disappeared, and all that was left was Mason and their love for each other. Nothing else mattered.

As long as she had his love, she’d never need anything else.

Jenna looked backover her shoulder at the main terminal in Grand Central. Taryn’s last words rung in Jenna’s ears, swirling through her mind.

Get out of Grand Central… and find a better life.

The front door lay unguarded, the heavy brass handles shimmering with invitation. No soldiers blocked her path. It was now or never.

Jenna opened the door, and stepped out into the bright sunlight.

Into a brand new world.

The first draft of The Pulse was written during National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo, in 2010. Thank you to my literary agent, Courtney Miller-Callihan of Sanford J. Greenburger Associates, for believing in my book enough to take me on as a client, and thank you to Kate Dresser, formerly of Gallery Books, and Lauren McKenna, for acquiring it. Thank you to my editors Julia Fincher and Adam Wilson at Pocket Star, along with the whole Gallery/Pocket team for working with me to make the Pulse Trilogy the best it could be. Thank you to my family for supporting me in my writing career. I love you, DH!

And for you, my readers, I love you too—without you, I’d be writing into the abyss.

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