Kevin’s fingers slid along my collarbone and eased the fabric of my robe further down my shoulders. Everywhere his flesh touched mine sparked to life.

Yes, there was a connection between us. The more time we were in contact with one another, the stronger it grew. His fingers played over the swells of my breasts. The purring grew louder. So loud it rumbled in my own ears. For a moment, I focused on my body instead of the rising desire between us. There was a vibration in my throat.

Kevin stopped massaging me. I stiffened, and my hands flew to my neck. I opened my eyes and saw the cat padding into the bedroom out of the corner of my eye. The purring had come from me! What the hell is going on with me?

“It’s okay, Margaret. There’s nothing to fear.” Kevin’s hot breath exploded against my ear. “It’s part of the connection between us. Can’t you feel it?” His lips brushed the spot behind my ear. I shivered. He’d hit one of my sweet spots.

“Yes. I feel it.” I twisted around to face him. His green eyes had changed color to a turquoise. His pupils weren’t round anymore; they were oblong. My mind flashed back to seeing my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes had been the same as his. I thought it was all part of my imagination. Part of my screwed weekend that was still haunting me. What the fuck is happening to me? My whole body began to shake. I turned all the way around to face him.

Kevin sat next to me. He took my hands in his. They were burning up. It felt like he had a fever, but his palms were sweaty. Cole had felt the same way. His body temperature was also elevated when he touched me. “There’s no need to be afraid.”

“What’s happening to me?”

He searched my eyes, but said nothing. He leaned in closer to me. My nostrils flared at the masculine scent he gave off, musk and something else I didn’t know the name for. I pulled in a breath through my mouth, and the aroma was heavy. It rested on my tongue before evaporating. The smell had a sweet texture that was hard to describe. Kevin released one of my hands and ran his knuckles down my cheek. I nuzzled it. His skin was silky. I inhaled again. The sweetness was on his hand. My tongue licked his palm. There was a trace of honey on his skin. I grabbed his wrist and began licking the inside of his palm, tasting the sweetness on his skin. The more I licked, the more I tasted. Whatever it was, it was part of him.

A deep groan rumbled from Kevin’s chest. His whole body shook. “You need to stop doing that.” Desire laced his voice.

Heat surged through me. The fear fell away. Whatever was happening to me didn’t matter. My instincts told me the transformation in my body was normal. There was nothing for me to fear. I gave him a devilish smile. I pushed him down against the arm of the couch. I lifted the robe and straddled him. “Why do I need to stop?” Leaning over, I ran my tongue along the line of his throat. His cock pressed hard against the seam of his jeans, straining to free itself. All he had to do was unzip and whip it out, and he’d have access to my already wet pussy. The sweet taste was even stronger along his neck. I nipped lightly, wanting to consume all of him. He tasted so much better than Cole. Why the hell am I thinking about him? He has nothing to do with this.

“You need to stop because the cop is right outside the door.”