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be sexing her up. He had men flying in. “How’s the tea?”
She nodded. “Good. I like the cinnamon flavor.”
He drank from his mug. “Hmm, needs something.” He left his stool and headed back into the kitchen, “Want honey with that? Because I do.”
He hadn’t realized what he’d said until suddenly her perfume, a scent that he now understood was part of her blood rose-ness, permeated the air.” He turned to her and saw that though she’d brought the cup to her lips, she wasn’t drinking.
‘Honey’ conjured up all kinds of things and she’d apparently started conjuring.
He closed his eyes, drinking in the smell of her with heavy drags through his nostrils. She tasted like that as well, like the seashore and roses, and he wanted more of that flavor in his mouth.
Ah, hell.
He left his tea on the sink and moved in behind her. He stroked her arms up and down, then leaned close and nuzzled her neck. I want your honey. Will you give me your honey again?
He felt a shiver pass through her and she slowly turned her head so that her lips were now inches away.
When her lips parted, he closed the distance and kissed her. And not a simple kiss, but deep and probing.
She responded, moaning softly. I keep thinking about the bunkroom.
Me, too. He drove his tongue in and out. I want to do that to you again.
I’d love it if you did.
He drew back and looked into her eyes. “It will complicate everything. I mean, the first time, in the bunkroom, we were both caught up. But if we sleep together now, after we both know what’s going on, I don’t think it will be simple.”
She caressed his face. “Right now, nothing is simple, but the moment that Paul came in, telling me that you needed me, I guess I knew then that whatever this is, what it will become, can’t be denied. I feel so much for you and not just sexually. The way I felt coming here was as though some part of me had already planted roots in Kellcasse. But please remember that I’ve built a life in Port Townsend, and I mean to keep that life.”
“Hannah, I would never want you to do anything else. I know what the bar means to you, even the communication center. And I would hate to have what’s happening here take you away from what is most important to you.”
She kissed him, once, warmly, then held his gaze. “And I do understand your commitment to ridding the world of the Invictus. I’m with you one-hundred percent. Please know that. I value more than I can ever express what you and your Guardsmen do.” She nodded briskly several times in a row.
His heart was on fire. He pulled her swiftly from the stool, gathered her up in his arms and kissed her again. From deep within his body, he felt his mating vibration thrum to life, wanting to connect with Hannah, wanting to make her his forever.
She drew back, her eyes glistening with desire. “What is it that I’m feeling?”
He told her.
Her eyes went wide. “Really? Your mating vibration? But that’s rare, isn’t it?”
“It is for me.” He drew her close again and just held her. He knew they would make love again soon and he wanted to be with her, to be connected to her in that way, so badly, he ached.
“I’ve turned this situation over and over in my head and I know it’s asking a lot, but Hannah I really think we should stick close together, at least for the next few days.”
“That’s my thought as well. If Margetta attacked you again and I couldn’t get to you—” She broke off, clearly unwilling to say the rest.
He nodded. “So we’re agreed?”
“Absolutely.”
He stayed with her like that for several minutes, just holding her, rubbing his hand along her waist and up her back, letting her feel his gratitude.
He only released her when the first of his men arrived on the balcony. “And my men are here.”
She pulled her cell from the pocket of her jeans. “And I’d better contact the Gold Rush.”
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