In Heat (Sanctuary) Read Free Page B

against the small of her back.  Aisha didn’t think the gesture could have been more gentlemanly if Mark had tried, but the silk of her dress still rucked up just slightly against her back.  The feel of the fabric sliding over her skin drew an abrupt shiver from Aisha.  She bit her lip against a sudden urge to ask Mark to slide his hand lower, uncaring about the crowd.  There were shadowy corners to be had here, the or in the bathroom, or maybe even in the alley out back.
    Aisha pulled away from Mark and stumbled in her heels, barely catching herself.  He reached for her again, concerned, but Aisha stepped back before he touched her.  Her gaze narrowed to his fingers, and she imagined what they would feel like sliding in and out of her.  Not nearly as good as his dick, but the two of them could improvise, draw a little less attention to themselves in the cab until they got somewhere more private. 
    “Aisha, what’s wrong?” Mark asked. 
    “Don’t touch me,” Aisha gasped.  “I’m fine, I just…I think I have the flu.”  She wheeled and all but staggered from the club without caring about the stares she drew in her wake.  The cooler night air slapped her in the face as she reached the sidewalk; rather than chilling her ardor, it only made Aisha’s nipples harden against the front of her dress.  She folded her arms across her chest, cheeks burning, and flagged down a cab as quickly as she could.  Aisha babbled out her address and then sat in the back seat with her arms folded across her stomach and her head lowered, breathing unsteadily and trying to ignore the way the vibrations caused by the vehicle going over the road shot straight into her cunt.  She pressed her thighs together and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning as the cab went over a pothole, felt the driver staring at her through the rearview mirror.  Aisha didn’t care.  In fact, she had to clench her hands into fists until her nails bit her palms to avoid ordering him to pull over and inviting him straight into the backseat with her.  He wasn’t were and it wouldn’t be the same, but Aisha’s cunt ached like a bruise.
    She threw a handful of cash over the divider at the driver and staggered out of the cab without even waiting for it to come to a complete stop outside her building.  Aisha’s phone tinged at her; she pulled it out and read a text message from Cassie: where r u? ok?
    Aisha typed back, sick. home. dont worry as she dug her keys from her purse with shaking hands.  Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to happen, she was nearly twenty-six.  Most people with were blood went into their first heat by fifteen or not at all. 
    “Hello?”
    The scent of him hit Aisha just before his voice reached her ears.  Laundry soap, a little cologne, male.   A were male.  Aisha dropped her keys as she turned.  He stood in the apartment doorway directly opposite hers, a man with dark hair and sharp, pale eyes caught halfway between blue and gray.  Broad shoulders tapered down into a lean waist and thighs.  Wet hair bespoke of his having gotten out of the shower only moments before, and his tee shirt clung to his stomach in damp patches, shadows hinting at a set of abs that Aisha wanted nothing more than to bite and suckle her way down.  She pressed her thighs together again, hard, and watched the man’s nostrils flare.  Even from the other side of the hall, his pupils dilated.  He probably smelled her coming up the stairs.
    “I’m fine,” Aisha said hurriedly, though the man had not asked.  “Just fine.”  She knelt to pick up her keys and took the opportunity to smooth her dress more firmly down across her thighs , though it went against every instinct her heat-addled mind possessed.  Aisha forced her apartment key into the lock and entered quickly.  The back of her neck was aflame with the man’s gaze on her.  Had he lunged across the hall and grabbed for the doorframe before Aisha engaged the lock, she knew her