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“I can handle my drink,” she began, then rubbed her damp palms on her thighs as he wandered around lighting candles. “There’s no need for that. It’s not full dark yet.”
“It will be. I’ve seen you in candlelight before,” he said easily as he touched the flame of the match to the candles he’d set on the narrow mantel over the fire he’d already set to glowing. “But I didn’t take time to appreciate it. I will tonight.”
“I don’t see why you have to make the situation romantic instead of what it is.”
“Not afraid of a little romance, are you, Mary Brenna?”
“No, but . . .” He turned, and the subtle and shifting lights of flame danced over his face, behind him, around him. He might have stepped out of one of the pictures Jude drew. Of faerie princes and valiant knights and poetic harpists.
“There’s something about the way you look,” she managed, “that makes my mouth water half the time. I don’t much care for it, to be honest with you, and I’d prefer getting it out of my system.”
“Well, now.” His voice was as smooth as hers was annoyed. “Why don’t we see what we can do about that?”
Keeping his eyes on hers, he crossed to her.
TWELVE
HOWEVER ODD THE situation, Brenna thought, it was still Shawn, a man she’d known and cared for all her life. However ridiculous it all seemed, she still wanted him. Nerves were as out of place as the harpsong and the candlelight.
So when he laid his hands on her shoulders, when he ran them lightly down her arms to link with her hands, she tipped her head up. “If I laugh,” she told him, “it’s nothing personal. It’s just the whole business of this that strikes me funny.”
“All right.”
Since he only stood watching her, seemed to be waiting, she rose to her toes and took his mouth with hers. She didn’t mean to rush it, as she’d already concluded he wouldn’t allow that in any case. But at that first taste she wanted more, she wanted it all. And quickly. Her hands flexed in his as she chewed on his bottom lip.
“I’ve got this powerful urge for you. I can’t help it.”
“Who’s asking you to?” He wouldn’t rush, no, but it was tempting to pick up the pace. That fascinating little body of hers was already vibrating against his, and her mouth was like a fever. But he thought it would be much more satisfying all around to let her drive him crazy for a while yet.
“Come up here.” He let go of her hands to take her hips, to hitch her up so that her legs wrapped his waist as they’d done once before. “And kiss me again. I like it.”
Now she did laugh, and the nerves that had worried her flitted away. “Do you, now? Well, as I recall, the first time I did it . . .” She brought her mouth to within a breath of his, then drew back—once, twice. “You looked as though I’d coshed you over the head with my hammer.”
“That’s because I wasn’t expecting it, and you turned my brain upside down.” He gave her bottom an intimate, and friendly, squeeze. “Bet you can’t do it again.”
“Oh, so it’s a wager, is it?” Eyes glinting with the challenge, with the fun, she fisted her hands in his hair. “You’re about to lose.”
She put herself into her work, he had to give her that. He could all but feel his eyes roll back in his head as her mouth attacked his. There were times when surrender wasn’t a humbling experience at all. There was a hint of wine still on her tongue, warm and rich. Mixed with her own flavor, it spun into him, a lovely and intoxicating combination.
Harpsong and candlelight, a hot-blooded woman twined around him. He let both the passion and the romance pump into his system. Alluring. Arousing.Pleasure took on a fine, sharp edge.
She felt his fingers dig into her hips, heard his breath quicken like a man who’d done a fast sprint up a long hill. When he shifted, turning toward the bed, triumph flashed through her.
She would have him now. Her way. Fast and furious and done. Then this terrible pressure in her chest, her belly, her head, would find release. Her breath caught in a laughing gasp when he spilled her onto the bed, then covered her, pressed her into the mattress, tight body to tight body.
“I’ll have to give you that one.” There was a gleam in her eye that only sharpened when he pulled her hands over her head and cuffed her wrists. “But now it’s my turn. As I recall, the first time I kissed you, your eyes went blurry and blind.” He closed his teeth gently over her jaw. “And you trembled.”
Deliberately she arched her hips, pressed against him. “I’ll bet you can’t do it again.”
A man that aroused, that ready, wouldn’t dawdle. She was sure of it. Still, she braced herself. And still she trembled when his lips skimmed tenderly, tormentingly over hers. Her arms went limp, her mind blank as glass. The pressure that had built to crisis point slid into a glorious aching.
The first hint of the rising moon slipped into the room to shimmer silver against the gold of candle flames.
He cupped her breasts, his fingers tracing the shape of her against her work shirt, before moving to the buttons. She wore a man’s white T-shirt beneath. After he tugged the denim aside, Shawn found himself fascinated at just how sexy her small breasts looked, felt, under that simple white cotton.
“I’ve always liked your hands.” She had her eyes closed now, the better to absorb the little shocks of sensation.“I like them even better now.” But when he lowered again, when his mouth closed over her through the cotton, her eyes flew open. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”
He might have chuckled, if he could have found the breath for it. But his lungs were clogged, and his head already starting to reel. Where had this been all his life? This taste, this texture, this shape? How much more had he missed?
She was tugging off his sweater as he dragged her up. Breath ragged, they stared at each other. Whatever shock there was on both sides, she nodded as he did. “Too late,” was all he said and pulled the shirt over her head.
“Thanks be to God.”
They dived at each other.
His hands might have been faster now, and just a bit rough here and there. His mouth might have been hotter, more impatient than it had. But it didn’t stop him from being thorough. He wante
d every bit of her, and would remember always, the taste of her flesh, that tender spot just under her breast, the way that angle went to curve from her rib cage to her hip, and the silken feel of it all under his palm and fingertips.
The strength of her was no small matter, and outrageously erotic as they rolled together, as he felt her muscles bunch. Erotic still when he made that strength waver toward weakness, feeling her shudder against him when he found some new spot that pleased her.
The music was flutes now, lilting and faerie-like, a rise of pipes beneath it. The moonlight strengthened, a pearl gleam on the air that was fragrant with candle wax and turf smoke.
She buried her face against his throat, fighting to catch her breath. “Shawn, for God’s sake. Now.”
“Not yet, not yet, not yet.” He said it like a chant. He wanted those small strong hands of hers never to stop running over him. He wanted to find more and still more of her with his own. Didn’t those lovely legs deserve his attention now that he’d tugged the ripped denim away? And the back of her shoulder was such a marvelous place to linger.
“For a little thing, there’s so much of you.”
Desperate, she sank her teeth into him. “I’ll die in a minute.”
“Here, now. Here.” And his mouth took hers again as he slid his hand between her legs, slipped his fingers into the heat.
She came in a flood, fast and full with her body bucking against him. He swallowed her cry of shock and release, absorbed it, savored it even as his blood burned for more.
Then she was pliant, soft as the wax that pooled at the base of his candles, and he was free to feast on her mouth, on her throat, on her breasts.
“Just let me have you for a while.”
The pressure built again, layer by layer, slick and slippery until she slid off the edge a second time. How could he bear it? she wondered. His flesh was damp as hers, his heart leaping as high and fast, his body as tensed and ready.
Once again she arched against him, once again she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. And their eyes met in the shifting light.
“Now.” He murmured it as he slipped into her, silky and smooth, as if they’d mated a thousand times before.
Her breath trembled in, then out. His hands covered hers, and she laced her fingers with his. They watched each other as they began to move.
Easy and lovely, like a dance remembered. Rising and falling, pleasure met with pleasure. Then, as if the music demanded it, a subtle quickening of pace. His eyes were darker now, that dreamy blue going opaque as he lost himself. When she tightened around him, when her eyelids fluttered closed and the moan rippled her throat, he held on, held on.
Then he buried his face in her hair and let himself go.
She was going to need a minute. Perhaps an hour. A day or two might be best. After that, she imagined she could move again, or at the very least think about moving. But for now it seemed like the finest of ideas to just stay as she was, sprawled over Shawn’s bed with him plastering her into the mattress.
Her body was absolutely golden. She imagined that if she had the energy to open her eyes and look, she’d see it glow in the dark.
It was just as she’d said before. Once the man stopped thinking, he did a fine job of things.
“You aren’t cold, are you?” His voice was muffled and sleepy.
“I doubt I’d be cold if we were lying naked on an ice floe heading for Greenland.”
“Good.” He shifted, settled in. “Let’s just be here for a little while yet.”
“Just don’t fall asleep on top of me.”
He made some sound, and nuzzled. “I like the way your hair smells.”
“Sawdust?”
There’s some of that. It’s nice enough. And there’s a hint of lemon with it.”
“It’s probably the shampoo I stole from Patty.” Her body was waking up again, and she began to take more notice to the way he fit against her, the way their legs were tangled. Even as interest began to stir, she also noticed the sheer weight of him.
“You’re heavier than you look.”
“Sorry.” He tucked an arm under her and rolled. “ Better?”
“It wasn’t so bad before.” But, now that he mentioned it, it was better to be able to cross her arms over his chest and look down at his face. It was so damn pretty, that face, that she didn’t even mind, for now, the smug way his lips were
