The Storm That Is Sterling (15 page)

“So Adam was there when all of this happened?”

“He left me with Tad,” she said. “That was when Tad flung Milton’s dead body to the floor, like he was a piece of trash, and said we were going to have some quality time together.”

Sterling tensed. “Did he touch you?”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t know what happened. I just lost it. Every emotion inside me just seemed to explode. The next thing I knew, glass vials were shattering, and the Zodius soldiers, Tad included, were on the ground.” She was shaking and not from withdrawal.

He pressed his hand to her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t control what’s happening.” She motioned to the room. “I can’t control any of this. I’m so tired of not being able to control anything that’s happening to me.”

The absolute angst in her voice told him she was telling the truth. He believed her completely. “Maybe we can control things together.” He laced his fingers in her hair and covered her soft lips with his. Redirecting her emotions, testing the effect, because he wanted to—damn it, he wanted to in a bad way. He didn’t bother with coaxing and prodding. He was looking for fast and hard, lust that consumed, that left no room for anything else—intense, passionate, hungry. And so he tasted her deeply, with sensual strokes of his tongue, drawing her to the place they’d been in that bed, a place where everything outside the moment disappeared.

Stiff and unyielding for only a moment, her balled fist slowly opened, splaying along his biceps, as if she meant to push him away… to resist. But she didn’t resist, nor did she push him away. A soft sound escaped her lips, pouring into his mouth, a sound part weak protest, part moan.

Sterling eased back slightly from the kiss, tenderly brushed his lips over hers, before delving deeper… this time with a possessive slant of his mouth that drew her further into the kiss. This time the man in him demanded her response. And she gave it to him, body melting into his, melting until they were one. Until she
became
the kiss, as he did. The moment this complete abandon overcame her, she moaned again, soft, sensual, willing. Desire coiled in his stomach, tightened his body, but Sterling willed himself to check it, willed himself to remember the purpose of this kiss. Another long stroke of his tongue, a deep taste of sweetness, and he forced himself to tear his mouth from hers and turn her in his arms to see the room.

***

Becca stared at the aftermath of her emotions, the room in shambles, as if a small tornado had swept through, leaving only remnants of its destruction behind. Chairs rested on their backs, the Las Vegas picture speared on one steel leg; the table was turned over. Pillows were on the floor. The single lamp broken. But Sterling’s kiss had calmed that storm. How could a kiss that stirred such intense passion actually calm the erratic telekinetic ability she’d developed? But it had. Everything in the room was as it should be—on the floor. Well, not where it should be exactly. The place was a mess.

“It’s about focus,” Sterling said from behind her. “Learning to tap into a particular part of your psyche that creates the telekinesis.”

She whirled around to face him. “That’s why you kissed me? To prove a point?” she asked, not sure why that upset her so much, but almost choking on her words as she realized he was standing right behind her, close—so close—she was practically back in his arms. She could see the light dust of a new beard that had brushed her cheeks moments before, see the teal of his eyes, the light brown lashes framing them like a beautiful fan. They stared at one another. They seemed to be getting good at that.

“I kissed you because I wanted to,” he said, his voice low, gravelly. Sexy. “And for the record, I was asleep when what happened in the bed started. By the time I realized it wasn’t a dream, you were seconds behind me, realizing the same thing. I want you
willing
or not at all.”

He wanted her. His bold confirmation whispered through her body and made certain intimate parts tingle. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her, a brush of lips over hers. “You don’t have to say anything, and I won’t do that again unless you ask me to.” He patted her backside and set her away from him, walking to the bed and grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Why don’t you write down the personal items you want from your place, and I’ll send someone to pick them up.” He snatched a pillow from the floor and tossed it to the bed. “If we can find a pen and paper in this mess.” He pulled open the nightstand to look inside and nonchalantly asked over his shoulder, “Did I mention the GTECHs can wind-walk? It makes for speedy service. We can probably have your things here by the time you finish showering.”

She blinked, surprised, and excited. “Oh please, yes. I would kill for some of my own things right now. And a shower? A little piece of heaven.” She paused. “Wait. Did you say
wind-walk
? What does that mean?”

“No pen and paper in sight,” he said, closing the distance between them again and offering her his T-shirt. “I can’t find yours,” he said. “And though I have nothing against you running around the room in only your bra, it’s distracting.”

Her heart fluttered with his words. She couldn’t even remember what she’d asked him. She reached for the shirt, the idea of wearing it felt incredibly, wonderfully intimate.

He held onto it and her hand. “What you said about me having a GTECH power that allowed me to mess with your dreams, or your mind, or even your body—I don’t have any of those abilities, and I wouldn’t use them on you if I did.” There was a warm promise in those words. That warmth washed over her and spoke more than his words. There wasn’t a GTECH inside Zodius City who’d possessed such gentleness as she felt in this man. Right or wrong, foolish as it might be, she was going with her instincts. She trusted Sterling.

His gaze lingered on her swollen mouth, as if he were thinking of the kiss they’d just shared, and it was all she could do not to touch her lips. “I believe you,” she said, summoning the courage to ask the question she so needed answered. “Why don’t you pass out when the others do?”

He went stone still, his hand still covering hers, his expression indiscernible. “Maybe you have more skill than you realize, and you choose to protect me.” He smiled, the tension fading, almost as if she imagined it. “And you like kissing me.” He let go of the shirt.

Hiding her smile, Becca turned away from him, not about to admit that she did indeed like kissing him and that his logic actually made a bit of sense. With a quick tug, Becca slid the shirt over her head. It smelled spicy and masculine like him. Hugging the shirt to her, she stuck the vials of ICE under her arm. She didn’t want to let her lifeline go. “Wind-walking? What does that mean?”

He righted the wobbly table, muscles flexing deliciously. Now she was the one distracted. “Pretty much what it implies. We fade into the wind and hitch a ride. It’s fast and efficient.”

“Wow,” she said, not questioning it being true. She was already living in a bizarre world. Still… “I mean… just wow.”

He reached into the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. “It comes in handy.”

He walked to her side and offered her the water. “Drink. You have to be dehydrated and hungry. I’ll get you food while you shower.”

“Thank you,” she said, accepting the water only to have him hold it as he had the shirt.

“And keep the ICE,” he said softly. “I won’t take it from you. In fact, I want you to have a dose on your person at all times in case you start going into withdrawal.”

The protectiveness in his voice washed over her and made her stomach flutter. “Thank you,” she said again, far too comforted by his presence. Being alone was frightening. She didn’t want to be alone.

He moved away from her, picking up around the room, but she stayed where she was. She’d never been afraid of being alone, never felt such a thing in her life. It scared her, made her worry her judgment was impaired, that she was trusting too easily. She hadn’t even asked for evidence that those pictures didn’t prove Sterling was a Zodius. She hadn’t even asked where the safer place he was taking her was located. He kissed her, and she melted. She trusted… “I need proof you’re not Zodius,” she blurted.

He stilled in motion, the broken picture in his hand, then glanced at her and set it against the wall. And damn it, why was she staring at his pecs? She jerked her gaze upward to find herself captured in his steady one, his expression unchanged, indiscernible.

Long tense seconds passed before he said, “You’ll get your proof.”

***

It was thirty minutes after leaving her to shower, and Sterling sat in the back of a surveillance van outside the motel on a portable stool. He showered and changed into black fatigue pants and a black T-shirt in the adjoining room he shared with Becca. He’d spent that time telling himself to get a grip. Becca was turning him inside out, and he knew it—probably impairing his judgment. Not probably—she was. Why did it bite him in the backside that she wanted proof of who he was? Of course she wanted proof. She was smart. She’d been through hell and back. But it bit him already, like a big ol’ grizzly bear chasing dinner.

“Explain exactly what happened in the warehouse,” Caleb said from where he sat beside Sterling. Two flat-screen monitors hung on the wall directly in front of them—one displaying the motel door, the other, a live feed of Doc Kelly. Between her and Caleb, the two of them spat out questions about Becca like it was a contest—who could ask the most questions the fastest.

“She panicked when the other scientist was murdered. She said glass started shattering, and the soldiers passed out. And now that I think about it, when the Zodius came to take her to the lab, her orange juice glass shattered. I just thought it was caused by some sonar signal from military testing Adam might be doing.”

“And you’re immune to passing out around her. Why?” Kelly asked, shoving a long lock of blonde hair back into the clip at her nape. “I don’t like unknowns.”

“I watched her freak out around a couple of humans, and they were fine, which I’m guessing to mean I have just enough of a deficiency in the GTECH area to make me desensitized to whatever she is doing.”

Kelly pursed her lips. “That’s interesting. I’m not sold on the idea, but it’s a good hypothesis.”

“Hmmm, okay,” Caleb said, his light brown eyes thoughtful. He sat up straight and ran his hands down his jean-clad legs. “If Becca’s emotions trigger these episodes she’s having, then my ability to probe and influence human emotions might allow me to help her control it.”

“Oh no,” Kelly said quickly. “It’s too dangerous, Caleb. So far we’ve seen GTECHs pass out from whatever mental compulsion she gives them. What if she has the ability to kill them as well? What if you’re the first? What if the others weren’t passed out at all? What if they were dead?”

“Jeezus, Kelly,” Sterling said. “Enough with the what-ifs.”

“She’s right,” said a stern voice from behind.

Sterling and Caleb swiveled around to face Michael, a remark on Sterling’s tongue quickly swallowed as he found a cute, petite blonde package of sweetness next to Michael. Cassandra was Michael’s mate, but she appeared to be his polar opposite—light and understanding where Michael was dark and unsympathetic. “It’s too dangerous,” Michael continued. “You can’t go near that woman. I don’t care what kind of story she’s offered in explanation. I don’t trust her. For all we know she has the ability to somehow influence your mind, Caleb. Maybe that’s her goal. To get close to you, to convince you she needs to be inside your head—or you inside her. Adam wants you to join him in a bad way. You know this.”

“Again—with the paranoia,” Sterling said irritably. “I was with her. I saw how scared she was.”

“Good acting,” Michael said. “Do we even know she really has cancer? The medical records could be a cover. She was missing for months. She could have been with Adam.”

Sterling wanted to punch Michael, and not because he was wrong, because he was voicing concerns Sterling had as well, but didn’t want to face. “If Becca were working for Adam, he wouldn’t have tried to kill her last night.”

“Maybe it was a setup to make you think she could be trusted,” Michael said. “He had to have seen how protective you are of her. You pretty much write it on a wall in fluorescent color. And amazingly, the Zodius knew exactly where she was at that club, despite the fact that she has no psychic imprint from sex with a GTECH.”

“It was an ICE club that had security cameras,” Sterling bit out. “Of course, they found her.”

Michael’s expression hardened. “It was a setup if I ever saw one. A way to make us feel the need to bring her into our inner circle and protect her.” He shoved a bag of food at Sterling. “I don’t know how I became your delivery man, but don’t get used to it.”

“Service with a smile,” Sterling jibed because he enjoyed irritating Michael, especially considering his opinion of Becca. “Or no tip.”

Michael ignored his comments as he did most jokes, eyeing Caleb. “You can’t go near that woman.”

“Becca,” Sterling ground out between clenched teeth. “Her name is Becca.”

Michael narrowed a suspicious gaze at Sterling that said, “Something you want to tell me? Like she’s your Lifebond?”

A muscle in Sterling’s jaw clenched at the silent prod, uncertain what he thought about his relationship with Becca at this point. The woman made him insanely hot and out of his mind.