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For centuries, he had resisted the allure of some of the most beautiful women in the world.
How ironic, to find himself falling in love now, with a woman who would not even live a normal mortal life span.
No doubt the Fates were having a good laugh at his expense.
What would she say if he told her the truth?
He shook the thought from his mind. In spite of the fact that she had come to his house seeking a vampire, he feared she would run screaming from his presence if he told her she had actually found one. He knew that her coming to him had been an act of sheer desperation. Taking her blood had enabled him to divine her thoughts and he knew that, deep in her heart, the thought of becoming a vampire filled her with fear and revulsion. He knew, too, that had he offered her the Dark Gift the day she had knocked on his door, she would have refused. He dared not take a chance on revealing his true nature, not now, when he wasn’t ready to let her go.
He glanced out the window. He wasn’t ready to let her go, he thought, not now. Perhaps not ever.
Forcing himself to concentrate on the work at hand, he lost himself in a world of his own making, his fingers flying over the keyboard, his breathing growing erratic as he wrote the first love scene between his hero and heroine. Never before had he written a love scene so drawn out or so descriptive, and as he wrote it, he realized he was describing, in vivid detail, how he wanted to make love to Shannah.
“Wow, that is so hot! I’m surprised your computer doesn’t go up in flames.”
He glanced over his shoulder, shocked to find her standing behind him, stunned to realize he had been so caught up in what he was writing, thinking, that he hadn’t even been aware of her presence in the room. Had she been a hunter, he thought dryly, no doubt there would be a stake through his heart.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked. “You’re supposed to be memorizing your answers.”
“I’ve been memorizing for over three hours,” she retorted. “I don’t know about you, but I need a break.”
“Of course.” He saved his work and exited the program. “Would you like to go for a walk?”
“Now? It’s awfully late, don’t you think?”
“Not at all. There’s nothing for you to be afraid of,” he said, sensing her thoughts. “I won’t let the bogeyman get you.” Little did she know that the man beside her was far more dangerous and scary than any childhood specter.
“All right.”
They walked down the driveway and out the gate. It was a lovely night, cool and clear with just the faintest hint of a breeze. A quarter moon hung low in a velvet black sky dotted with twinkling silver stars.
Shannah walked beside Ronan, acutely aware of him beside her. He was so tall and strong and he exuded such power, it made her feel small and vulnerable. She had the feeling that if he took it into his head to do so, he could break her in two with his bare hands.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine even as she wondered where it had come from.
“Did you find anything interesting on my computer?” he asked.
The question startled her. How had he known? She hadn’t moved anything except the mouse and she had been careful to put it back exactly the way she found it.
She stared up at him, trying to decide what to say.
“Well?” he coaxed.
“I…I read some of your fan mail,” she blurted. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. I said you could.”
“You get so much of it, I don’t know how you find time to read it all, and write, too.”
He shrugged.
“I tried to read your work in progress,” she said, sending him a sideways glance. As long as she was confessing, she might as well admit everything.
“Did you?”
She nodded.
“If you want to read it, I’ll remove the password.”
“You will? You don’t mind?”
“You’re supposed to be me,” he said with a shrug. “The more you know about my writing, the better.”
“You really are a good writer, you know.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
They walked in silence for a time. When her hand brushed his, it sent a sizzle all the way up her arm. Unexpectedly, she recalled the love scene he had been writing earlier that night. It had been steamy without being graphic, descriptive without being lewd or vulgar. It had made her blush clear down to her toes when she imagined Ronan kissing her like that, making love to her like that. She shivered as she pictured his hands caressing her skin, his mouth on her bare flesh.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “What? Oh, no.”
She stopped walking as his gaze met and held hers. His eyes were compelling, almost hypnotic.
“Do you want to go back?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Shannah.” She looked incredibly beautiful standing there looking up at him, her eyes wide and a little scared.
His hands folded over her shoulders as he drew her slowly toward him until their bodies were only a breath apart. Slowly, he lowered his head, until all she could see were his eyes and the desire that burned in their depths.
Helpless to resist, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes as his mouth covered hers.
Warmth. Heat. Pleasure.
She swayed toward him, her body drawn to his by a force she could neither understand nor ignore. She forgot everything else as his lips played over hers, now soft and exquisitely gentle, now firm and demanding. Nothing mattered, nothing but this man, this moment. If he kissed her like this until the end of time, it wouldn’t be long enough. His tongue teased hers. Desire shot through her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Lordy, but the man could kiss!
She moaned softly, her fingers delving into the thick hair at his nape.
Ronan’s hands slid down her back. Spreading his hands over her thighs, he drew her body closer to his. Too long, he thought, it had been too long since he had wanted a woman as desperately, as passionately, as he wanted this one. He had been a young vampire then, new in the life, unable to separate his hunger from his lust…and the girl had died because of it.
With a low groan, he put Shannah away from him, stood there, trembling, while she gazed up at him.
“Why did you stop?” she asked plaintively.
He drew in a deep breath. “This is hardly the time or the place.”
Shannah looked around, only then realizing they were in the middle of the sidewalk and that cars were driving by. “I guess you’re right.”
