How about a scene from REVELATION with Max de La Vega – a very very smooth operator!
de La Vega Cats: REVELATION by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2011, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing
She was right, there was no threat outside. Still, Max shadowed her as she moved, giving her the space to work, but keeping close enough to protect her if it was necessary. He didnâ€™t hide his smile. He messed with her concentration? Every breath Kendra Kellogg took messed with his concentration. Even now as she did her magick mojo thing, moving around the yard efficiently, spilling that vibrant red-golden, warm magick in her wake, she took up every bit of his imagination and attention.
She was spirited, a huge turn-on for him. He loved women with an attitude, smart, strong women who didnâ€™t take any shit. He liked her sense of humor and the way she stood up to him.
His cat loved her strength. She was fierce, the kind of woman a man could trust.
It probably wouldnâ€™t have been as bad if he hadnâ€™t scented her. Twice. That was more intimate than the brief kiss of a few nights ago. Now her scent lived in him. God in heaven she smelled like sex. Like sex and comfort; like strong, sexy witch, and his cat practically kneaded his insides to get to her.
No one had affected him the way she did and he didnâ€™t quite know what to do with it. What he did know was the idea of her being in danger had set his cat so close to the surface he paced, on guard, just to keep his human skin. He supposed it was simply another piece of proof that she was indeed meant to be his.
â€śWhat do you sense?â€ť he asked when she got near enough to hear.
â€śNothing. Not even a smear of the dark energy. Maybe I was wrong.â€ť She frowned, shivering. He stepped closer, giving her some of his body heat, satisfied when she stopped shivering.
He doubted very much that sheâ€™d been wrong about the attack, though. Heâ€™d watched her from day one. She seemed to have a good grasp of her abilities. â€śDo you really think so?â€ť
She thought for long moments before shaking her head no. â€śI donâ€™t think I was wrong at all.â€ť
â€śMe either. I think you felt it and I think your father has something to do with it.â€ť
Her eyes lost their warmth at the mention of her father, not that Max blamed her. Heâ€™d be right in line behind Jack and Galen when they finally got hold of Andrew Parcell, or whatever the fuck the man was really named.
â€śNow that we know he had some involvement in my motherâ€™s death, I have every reason to believe heâ€™s connected to these other attacks. I donâ€™t like that. At all. I donâ€™t know what they have of Reneeâ€™s. That bitch most likely kept her hair or other physical links. I think I found a way to nullify that. When I find them theyâ€™re going have to deal with me. I will find them. And theyâ€™ll pay. For what they did to our mother, and for what they did to my sister.â€ť
Christ, when she got bloodthirsty it only made him want her more. He cocked his head and spoke before he meant to. â€śYou enchant me.â€ť
That startled her. â€śI do? Is that a good thing?â€ť
He laughed. â€śYes. No. Hell I donâ€™t know, but I like it. I plan to explore that. With you. Just so you know.â€ť
She pursed her lips. â€śOh.â€ť She licked her lips, as if she tasted the words before saying them. â€śAll right.â€ť
He shook his head at her when she grinned his way.
Sheâ€™d hit him like a bus, knocked into his consciousness when he had least expected it. Kendra Kellogg left him dazed and wanting more. Earlier that afternoon when sheâ€™d come out of Reneeâ€™s office heâ€™d just watched her. Fascinated that she looked like Renee, and yet totally different. Her chic curtain of super straight hair, short enough to leave her neck exposed, those eyes, far more green than brown, thickly lashed and God, the dimples at each corner of that fucking delicious mouthâ€”she was the loveliest thing heâ€™d ever seen.
Heâ€™d been deep in a naughty fantasy about a hunt to see if she had any more freckles than the ones heâ€™d seen on her forearms, when her entire demeanor had changed, became serious.
His cat had gone on instant alert, dragging all the cats in the room into hypervigilance with him. Jack had as well, the wolves cued to his moods in much the same way. Max had stood, looking to her. Taking his cues from her.
It had been the way she braced her feet apart and took on an onslaught of dark magics that had really pushed him into acting at long last. The kiss had been impulsive, but now he was decisive. He wanted her and she needed to know it. Her ferocity had pushed every last one of his defenses away.
That and the look of fear and panic when Galen had touched her and heâ€™d blocked the door, the recoil she was able to get control of fairly quickly. Someone had done that to her, hurt her so that despite her strength, her first instinct was to try to make herself smaller and get out of armâ€™s reach. Like prey.
Every male on the landing and in the hallway had felt it, seen it, and went into overdrive, wanting to protect her. Max did what he always did, he acted decisively and in doing so, found himself totally off balance and unsure for the first time since he was a teenage boy.
â€śWhatever it was or whoever sent it, itâ€™s gone.â€ť She looked around the yard, pretending he hadnâ€™t just told her heâ€™d set his cap for her. â€śItâ€™s fine out here,â€ť she said quietly.
â€śAre they safe?â€ť He jerked a thumb toward the house.
â€śNone of us are safe until this is dealt with. But this house and yard will hold safely. Iâ€™ll go out to Cambridge tomorrow and talk with Mary.â€ť
â€śSheâ€™s a powerful practitioner, a friend of my auntâ€™s. Maryâ€™s been away for a month, but left a note that sheâ€™d be back this week and told me to stop in.â€ť Kendra reached for the gate, and in her full view, slowly but firmly, Max put his hand over hers.
â€śYou look shaken. Iâ€™m taking you to dinner.â€ť
She opened her mouth, most likely to argue, these sisters were quite alike on that front.
â€śYou can tell me about Mary and your plans. Fill me in on just how safe you are at your apartment too. Gibson will only ask me about it tomorrow anyway.â€ť
â€śSo everyone tells me. Itâ€™s my job to be bossy. But youâ€™re no doormat, I know it and so do you.â€ť He reached out and ran a fingertip over the tips of her hair. â€śNo matter who tries to make you feel otherwise.â€ť
â€śWhy do you want to take me to dinner? Really?â€ť
Oh she had no idea. He smiled at her, slow and assessing. Her eyes widened and then slid a quarter down, sexy and slumberous and all sorts of buttons and levers got pushed at the sight.
â€śI want to take care of you. You look pale. Got a heavy scare. And I like you.â€ť
â€śEven if Iâ€™m feeling like steak and lobster?â€ť She smirked, teasing. He liked it. Only his family teased him. It was intimate and showed she trusted him.
â€śMmm, sounds very good.â€ť He held out an arm and she sighed before taking it. â€śWhat? You thought Iâ€™d be scared off by an expensive dinner? I know just the place and you can have the biggest lobster in the tank if you want.â€ť
â€śTwo slices, if thatâ€™s what you desire. Though they make a mean crĂ¨me brĂ»lĂ©e you might want to try instead.â€ť
â€śIf youâ€™re sure you wouldnâ€™t you rather be inside watching sports and eating pizza with your friends.â€ť
â€śIâ€™m sure. I can get into a fight over football with Galen any day of the week. My office is only two doors down from his. If I need trash talk, I know where to go for it.â€ť
He opened her car door and helped her inside, looking up and down the block before he got in on the driverâ€™s side.
Her scent rose between them, warm, sharp and vibrant. He breathed deep before pulling away from the curb. Yeah, thatâ€™s the ticket, he thought. He could easily get used to her there in his car.
â€śSeems to me you two do more than talk trash. Renee and I tease each other, but Iâ€™ve never broken her nose.â€ť
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