He turned away from her. She heard the sound of leather straps being unbuckled and then he was back and her palm was on the sleekly muscled skin of his bare chest. She forgot about the wrist brace. Everything about him was taut and hard. In that moment she knew she had his full attention. He was focused on her, only her.

Harlan stroked her breast. Tension coalesced in her lower body. She tugged at his belt. Got it undone. He lowered the zipper of her trousers.

Heat washed through her when she felt his hand on her belly. He moved his palm lower still and cupped the sensitive place between her thighs. She was suddenly drenched. A fierce urgency tightened her insides.

“You’re soaking wet for me,” he said. “I want you so badly I could come right now just thinking about what it’s going to feel like to be inside you. Tell me you want me.”

She reached into the opening of his briefs and gripped his rock-hard erection. “I want you, Harlan Rancourt. I never knew I could want anyone as much as I want you tonight.”

“Olivia.”

He shoved her trousers down to her ankles. She kicked one foot free. He got his pants off, paused to sheath himself in a condom and then rolled back to settle between her thighs. He pushed slowly, deliberately into her, easing his way past the resistance of her clenching and unclenching muscles.

With a long, relentless move he lodged himself deep inside her, filling her completely. When he began to withdraw, she tightened herself around him, trying to hold on to him. Her fingers bit into his back.

He groaned. She opened her eyes and saw the blazing waves of his aura. It enveloped her, and once again she experienced a profound sense of knowing, an uncanny recognition that defied explanation.

He began to move, setting a maddeningly deliberate rhythm that tightened everything inside her until she could hardly catch her breath. The need for release became overwhelming.

Her climax, when it struck, was deep and powerful and thrilling.

Harlan thrust into her one last time, back arched, muscles taut. He fastened his mouth against the skin of her throat to muffle a primal howl of exultation and release. She thought she felt the edge of his teeth.

When it was over he collapsed onto his side, pulled her close and anchored her with one leg on top of her thigh. As if she had any thought of escape.

The glowing fog drifted around the SUV.

CHAPTER 35

Olivia awoke to the sound of someone rapping on one of the windows of the SUV. She opened her eyes and saw Harmony peering through the glass. The dissipating fog was infused with the light of early morning.

“I’ve got some ancestry information,” Harmony said, her voice muffled by the window.