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Making sure he held her securely, he headed out of the room, through the kitchen he barely took notice of, and up the darkened staircase. When he reached the top, he stopped, mesmerized by the sight.
    â€œHoly shit, Lucy. This is amazing.”
    The entire third floor was completely open. Moonlight poured in through three huge skylights, bathing the large bed in the center of the room in silver. Four white-marble columns held up the ceiling, and painted murals covered every square inch of wall.
    The murals depicted woodland scenes, satyrs and fairies eating and sleeping, dancing and fucking. The pictures were so incredibly lifelike, Brand thought he could pet the fur on the wolves and run his fingers through the hair on the fairies. Lucy smiled at his reaction. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
    She said it with so much pride, he asked, “Did you do this?”
    She shook her head. “No. A friend painted them for me.”
    Shit, that really shouldn’t matter but his back straightened. “You’ve got a lot of those.”
    Her smile broadened, as if she were amused. “Yes, I do. But not many have seen this.”
    He got the message. “Then I’m honored.”
    â€œI’m glad, but I think I’d also like you to be naked.”
    Heat hit him square in the gut as he grinned. “I think I can accommodate that.”
    â€œThen you’ll have to put me down.”
    He let her body slide down his, absorbing the feel of her lush breasts against his chest before he took a step back. Goddamn, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her, to taste her nipples and slip his fingers inside her pussy.
    Naked, he needed to be naked. And so did she.
    ***
    Lucy’s gaze followed Brandon’s hands as he unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his sneakers.
    The man had huge hands, scarred and tough. She couldn’t wait to feel them against her naked skin. Her skin fairly vibrated with her desire and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t remember ever being this nervous with a man before.
    She was a Goddess. She didn’t do nerves.
    But this man, this eteri , made her knees weak and her breasts ache in anticipation. And he hadn’t even taken off his shirt yet. His big fingers eased the buttons through the holes, making her wonder if maybe Brandon had done some stripping on the side because he made taking off his clothes an art. His fingers worked the buttons, making her long to have them on her nipples, pinching and caressing. She went wet just thinking about it.
    Each button revealed a tiny slice more of his golden skin, and when he finally got to the bottom and pulled the tails of his blue, button-down shirt out of his brown cargo pants, her gaze locked onto the masterpiece that was his body.
    He had broad, strong shoulders, one that bore the scars of a long-ago operation. And his chest begged for her hands to run over the light mat of dark hair, to pet him. From his chest, her gaze dipped to six-pack abs so defined she wanted to follow each rise and valley with her tongue. But the prominent bruise that covered most of his left side forced her to reconsider her desire to throw him on the bed and fuck him until they both collapsed.
    Blessed Goddess, that must be painful. How could he even bear to move his arm without flinching? Yet he did.
    She stepped closer and lifted her hand but stopped just short of touching him. She wanted to make that bruise go away. It made her angry to see how it marred his gorgeous skin.
    She had enough power to heal that injury. But what would she tell him when it miraculously disappeared?
    I’m an ancient Etruscan Goddess who has just enough power to heal bruises.
    Yeah, that would go over real well.
    â€œYou’re hurt.”
    He shrugged, those broad shoulders moving so beautifully. “No, not really.”
    He was lying. She could tell by his nonchalant tone. And when she looked into his