Page 30 of Diagnosis Attraction

There was no question of hanging on to control. The pace started off fast and grew more frantic as they both pushed for climax.

The pain in her head peaked, and then it was suddenly gone, as she took them both higher and higher and felt his hand pressed to her center to intensify her pleasure.

She came undone in a burst of sensation so intense that she lost herself for a moment, but she felt him follow her over the edge, his shout of pleasure echoing in the room.

As she collapsed against him, clinging tightly to him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her where she was. And she was content to stay there for the next century.

Yet she couldn’t. In that surge of intimacy, everything had changed.

Far away, in Lafayette, Louisiana, Rachel Harper stopped in the middle of planting flowers around the cottage where sheand her husband Jake spent part of each week when they weren’t in New Orleans. Rachel had a boutique there, where she read tarot cards. And Jake had several businesses, including restaurants and antique shops. The cottage was on a plantation that belonged to Gabriella Boudreaux, where three couples had established a small colony. They all had something important in common. All of them were telepaths who had found each other after years of loneliness. The latest to join the group were Stephanie Swift and Craig Branson. He’d rescued her from a local thug who’d made a deal with her father to settle his gambling debts in exchange for marriage with his daughter.

Recently, they’d been on the run from men who wanted to use them or destroy them. Now, they were living in safety and making a life for themselves. Their powers varied, but Rachel had a special ability—to send her mind over long distances. Because of that, she was always on the lookout for more couples who had hooked up. She wanted to offer them the safety she and Jake had found. Yet at the same time, she was always cautious about approaching anyone new because the first man and woman like themselves she and Jake had met had tried to kill them.

When she detected Stephanie and Craig, Jake was with her. Now, she was alone in the garden. Tension coursed through her as she looked around. When Jake didn’t come rushing out, she knew he hadn’t picked up on her sudden awareness that another man and woman had bonded. The other couple were far away. Somewhere on the East Coast, she thought, although she wasn’t sure of the exact location. But since she was the only one here who knew about them, she could keep the information to herself and decide what to do later

CHAPTER SEVEN

Elizabeth Forester,Matt said into her mind.

Thank you for that—and the rest of it.

But you still don’t know why those men are after you?

I wish I did.

We’ll figure it out.

He clasped her to him, holding her in place, and she was content to lie on top of him, still marveling at how they had traveled together to an undiscovered country.

“This is what we were meant for,” he murmured, absolute conviction in his voice.

She understood what he was saying.

Always incomplete.

Until now.

Why did it happen?

The loneliness or what happened when we touched?

Both.

“We have to find out,” he said aloud as he stroked her arm.

She gave a short laugh. “You’re saying we can’t just enjoy it.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

She considered the question. “No. I want to understand. And, of course, we still have to figure out why those men want to question me—then kill me.”

“There’s that.”

She raised her head, looking around the room. She had barely noticed it when they’d come in. Now, it had taken on meaning. It might be a typical motel room, but it was a magical place—where she and Matthew Delano had forged a connection neither one of them had ever dreamed of.

When she shifted off him, he sat up and looked around, and she knew he was following her thoughts. But he was thinking about something else as well.

Naked, he got out of bed and reached for the remote beside the television set. Then he slipped back under the covers and began flipping through the channels.

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