"Molly?"
      She turned and just the sight of him smacked her like a punch to the gut.  The wind teased his dark hair, ruffling it and making her want to plunge her fingers into the wavy mass while the faint stubble of his five o'clock shadow chafed her soft skin-preferably her inner thighs.  The vivid thought and the resulting sensations caused a rush of moisture between her thighs and a small groan to escape through her lips.  Her blood turned to lava and pure energy whipped through her body, leaking out of her pores and causing the hair on her arms to stand on end.
      Her thrall struggled to break free and she ruthlessly shackled it into submission, taking quick short breaths of relief.
      In an instant, Mitch hauled the length of her body against his, making the situation worse, not better.
      "Hey, Molly, speak to me.  Are you all right?"
      Genuine concern swam in his eyes, and she nearly smiled.  What could she say?  I need a really good fuck, or I might start snacking indiscriminately on the good Sedona citizens.  She closed her eyes and fought for control of her raging emotions before speaking.  "I need to get back to the Vortex.  Please."  She swallowed hard.  "And I don't think it's a good idea if you keep touching me."
      His eyes widened, but he didn't step away from her.  "You need to feed?"
      She nodded, surprised at his quick deduction.  "The other scenes didn't affect me like this.  I'm not sure what's wrong."
      "We'll worry about what's different with this scene later.  Right now we need to get you some...food."
      "Damn, you're right.  This scene had to be different somehow than the others."  If she hadn't been so busy obsessing over her reaction to Guthrie, maybe she would've noticed something.
      "Molly, look at me."
      She hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes, but she blinked them open and almost immediately drowned in the concern that etched his chiseled face.
      "Molly, listen to me."  He gripped her shoulders and shook her lightly.  "Is sexual energy enough, or have you waited too long already?"
      Her body screamed for her to say she'd waited too long, but her mind reminded her sex would be dangerous right now.    What if she couldn't stop?
      He took the decision out of her hands when he crushed his mouth to hers.  A tidal wave of sexual energy buffeted her and she could do nothing but brace against the storm raging through her body.
      Guthrie's fingers threaded through the hair at her nape, molding her against his taut muscles as he devoured her mouth as if she were a rare delicacy.  His erection dug into her belly and she ground against him, causing a groan to rumble deep inside his throat.
      She greedily swallowed the sound as sexual energy flowed through her veins energizing her.  Each cell of her body tingled and buzzed as the life-giving power filled her.  She savored Mitch's aura and the taste of his energy almost as much as the decadent spicy taste of his mouth.  His aura was sweet with pure unadulterated power.  It made her think of the first time she tasted champagne and how it made her lips tingle and her nose fuzzy. 
      Slowly her senses returned, while the molten lava in her veins flowed faster and her thrall pressed tight against the bars of her resolve. 
      When Guthrie's large hand cupped her breast, she nearly cried out in frustration from wanting his calloused hand against her bare skin.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to get close enough.  He grabbed her ass pulling her tight against his swelling erection and spiking another taste of his powerful aura through her.
      "A little post crime scene snack, Molly?"
      Turner's voice hit her like a cold rain and she jerked away from Guthrie, fighting against the molten arousal that still flowed over her.
      Guthrie gently pushed her behind him and faced Turner.  "Did you need something, Turner?" 
      Molly stepped away from him, not willing to stand behind him like a high school girl caught making out.   
       "Apparently not as much as you."  Turner's smile split his thin pale face, his muddy brown eyes dancing with amusement.  "Cleo just called.  She said to meet her at the Vortex as soon as you can get there.  She said it's urgent."
      "Thanks, Turner."  She resisted the urge to lick her lips to capture the last of Guthrie's taste.
      "You're a brave man, Guthrie.  Trying to recreate the crime scene like that."  Turner chuckled as he headed back inside the hotel.
      Guthrie clenched his jaw and then faced Molly, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.  He searched her face for a moment before speaking.  "Are you feeling better?"
      She laughed at the irony of the situation.  "Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of better.  But I'm no longer in danger of snacking on half of Sedona's finest, if that's what you mean."
      His sculpted lips curved into a reluctant smile.  "Glad I could be of service."  Then his smile relaxed and he studied her for a long moment.  "I think we need to discuss this in more detail later."