as I leaned back from him, sure Id explode into a flaming bal of sexual frustration if his lips slid against my skin one more mil imeter. Since you know the Council wil be watching us wherever we go from here.
Then maybe we should stay right here, he suggested, dead serious.
I took a purposeful look around the hay bales, feed bags, and dirt floor. I curled my nose to bring home the point. Here?
A moment. He raised his index finger for me to stay and jogged to a vacant stal in the front of the barn. There was an explosion of sounds, shifting, moving, bursting, and scraping and then it fel silent.
Wil iam ushered out of the stal , the tilt of his brow at just the right angle for me to know he was up to something. He bowed, sweeping his hand from me towards the stal . Your stal for two, Miss Dawson.
I kept his gaze as I crossed the space between us. I gave him a confused look which he met with an assured one before I took a step in the stable. Whoa, I muttered, taking in the stable hed transformed into what could have been a cozy room in a rustic cabin. Blankets were spread al over and around the entire area, a good six inches deep. A strand of frosted white globe lights crisscrossed above us, which suddenly glowed like soft orbs in the night sky when the lights overhead clicked off.
You are a master at improvisation, I said, stil awed from his resourcefulness.
More like an opportunist, he said, coming up behind me. Did you real y think Id let them ruin tonight for us?
I smiled. Have I mentioned before that I love you?
Only a few mil ion times. He nuzzled my neck, pul ing me down to the blanketed ground. But its a few tril ion too few, so keep on keepin on, love.
You wont hear me complain. Ever.
He reclined onto his back, pul ing me down next to him until every inch of my length ran against him. You are an opportunist, I teased, burying my head in the curve of his neck.
Have you seen my woman? he said with exaggerated seriousness. Darn right Im an opportunist.
I hope you never wake up one day and real y see what the woman you love looks like, I said, only somewhat teasing.
And I hope you one day wake up and realize how crazy you are, he tossed back, shifting us so he was looking me in the eyes. His face took a turn to the serious. So what are you not tel ing me about Paul?
I waited too long to answer, so I knew he wouldnt accept my answer without further investigation. Nothing, I said, my voice high with imitation innocence.
His expression confirmed he wasnt the least bit convinced by my reassurances. Did he try to touch you? he asked, his voice in control, but his eyes werent.
Not . . . exactly , I answered, looking to the side.
His eyes sealed into slits. He did try to kiss you again, didnt he? So help me Il ” What? I interrupted. Did you not hear me the first time? Paul did not try to kiss me tonight, I said, drawing out each word. Although I was certain, had I given Paul a microscopic level of hope, he would have.
What did he do then? Wil iam asked slowly, making an effort to keep the lid on the fury bubbling up in him.
Promise you wont beat him to a bloody Immortal pulp? I asked.
Absolutely not, he answered. But I do promise if you tel me, I wont go hunt him down right now based solely on the conclusions Ive jumped to from your hesitancy to tel me what he did. Wil iams eyes softened some when I glared at him. I think ˜bloody pulp would be a good look for a man who is incessant about trying to steal away another mans reason for living, dont you?
Patrick was right, you have gotten al territorial, I said. Dont you trust me to be alone with another man?
You, he said, tapping the end of my nose, I trust implicitly. Its him, or any man for that matter”my father and brothers exempt”I havent got a bit of trust in.
Nothing like twisting the knife deeper into my side. I dont know what Wil iam would have done if hed been privy to the rumors of Patrick and me being matched tomorrow night, but it certainly
Then maybe we should stay right here, he suggested, dead serious.
I took a purposeful look around the hay bales, feed bags, and dirt floor. I curled my nose to bring home the point. Here?
A moment. He raised his index finger for me to stay and jogged to a vacant stal in the front of the barn. There was an explosion of sounds, shifting, moving, bursting, and scraping and then it fel silent.
Wil iam ushered out of the stal , the tilt of his brow at just the right angle for me to know he was up to something. He bowed, sweeping his hand from me towards the stal . Your stal for two, Miss Dawson.
I kept his gaze as I crossed the space between us. I gave him a confused look which he met with an assured one before I took a step in the stable. Whoa, I muttered, taking in the stable hed transformed into what could have been a cozy room in a rustic cabin. Blankets were spread al over and around the entire area, a good six inches deep. A strand of frosted white globe lights crisscrossed above us, which suddenly glowed like soft orbs in the night sky when the lights overhead clicked off.
You are a master at improvisation, I said, stil awed from his resourcefulness.
More like an opportunist, he said, coming up behind me. Did you real y think Id let them ruin tonight for us?
I smiled. Have I mentioned before that I love you?
Only a few mil ion times. He nuzzled my neck, pul ing me down to the blanketed ground. But its a few tril ion too few, so keep on keepin on, love.
You wont hear me complain. Ever.
He reclined onto his back, pul ing me down next to him until every inch of my length ran against him. You are an opportunist, I teased, burying my head in the curve of his neck.
Have you seen my woman? he said with exaggerated seriousness. Darn right Im an opportunist.
I hope you never wake up one day and real y see what the woman you love looks like, I said, only somewhat teasing.
And I hope you one day wake up and realize how crazy you are, he tossed back, shifting us so he was looking me in the eyes. His face took a turn to the serious. So what are you not tel ing me about Paul?
I waited too long to answer, so I knew he wouldnt accept my answer without further investigation. Nothing, I said, my voice high with imitation innocence.
His expression confirmed he wasnt the least bit convinced by my reassurances. Did he try to touch you? he asked, his voice in control, but his eyes werent.
Not . . . exactly , I answered, looking to the side.
His eyes sealed into slits. He did try to kiss you again, didnt he? So help me Il ” What? I interrupted. Did you not hear me the first time? Paul did not try to kiss me tonight, I said, drawing out each word. Although I was certain, had I given Paul a microscopic level of hope, he would have.
What did he do then? Wil iam asked slowly, making an effort to keep the lid on the fury bubbling up in him.
Promise you wont beat him to a bloody Immortal pulp? I asked.
Absolutely not, he answered. But I do promise if you tel me, I wont go hunt him down right now based solely on the conclusions Ive jumped to from your hesitancy to tel me what he did. Wil iams eyes softened some when I glared at him. I think ˜bloody pulp would be a good look for a man who is incessant about trying to steal away another mans reason for living, dont you?
Patrick was right, you have gotten al territorial, I said. Dont you trust me to be alone with another man?
You, he said, tapping the end of my nose, I trust implicitly. Its him, or any man for that matter”my father and brothers exempt”I havent got a bit of trust in.
Nothing like twisting the knife deeper into my side. I dont know what Wil iam would have done if hed been privy to the rumors of Patrick and me being matched tomorrow night, but it certainly
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