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“Because we’re waiting for your luggage.”
Eileen reached underneath his suit coat and ran her nails down the back of his shirt. He arched into her stroke with a groan.
“You don’t need your luggage just yet,” he said hoarsely.
“Oh, but I do.” She scraped her nails down his shirt again, eliciting a throaty groan. “There’s something in there for you.”
He pulled up the hem of her sweater, exposing her stomach, and reached for the snap on her jeans. “It can wait.”
“It’s a branch from the dryad’s wych elm.”
He stilled immediately, his cock no longer pressing insistently against her. “The dryad?”
“Certified dryad free. It’s just a tree branch. A very long, supple, springy tree branch.” She slapped his ass for emphasis.
Dermot trembled against her. “Would you…?”
She gazed into
his eager face and smiled. “You made me incredibly happy on our way over here. Now it’s my turn to make you happy.”
Eyes shining, he swallowed twice before he was able to speak. “Let’s get that suitcase now.”
Chapter Six
Dermot smoothed his hand over his hair out of habit as he hurried to the door. Eileen’s suitcase was waiting in the hall, his driver having delivered it and then departed.
He grabbed the handle and swung it inside. After closing and locking the door, he carried the suitcase to the guest room and tossed it onto the navy and gold bedspread.
Eileen followed him in a moment later, pausing in the doorway to glance around the room. “You paid someone to decorate your apartment, didn’t you?”
Dermot appraised the gender-neutral guest room. The bed, chair, and pillows were covered in navy and gold brocade trimmed with gold braid. The headboard, nightstand, and dresser were made of pecan with gold accents. Navy gauze panels tied back with gold tassels draped over a decorative pecan rod, unifying the theme. The look was completed with three still-lifes bordered by wide navy mattes in slim gold frames. It looked elegant, without being ostentatious.
“She did a good job.”
Eileen smiled. “It’s pretty enough, true. But it’s not you.”
“This is the guest room.” Dermot grinned, anticipating her reaction to the designer’s safari look in his room. “Wait until you see the master bedroom.”
Eileen unzipped her suitcase, flipped it open, and tossed aside a sweater to reveal a slender gray branch, about two feet in length, tapering from an inch in width at the foot of the branch to the tiny twigs at its tip.
Dermot swallowed, unable to tear his gaze from the innocuous branch. He remembered the feel of the dryad’s hands whipping his ass, the glorious pain that transported him to the faerie realm of indescribable beauty. The ecstasy that had nearly killed him.
He reached for the branch, and saw that his hand was shaking. Quickly, he clasped his hands behind his back before Eileen could spot his tremors and have second thoughts.
She lifted the branch out of her suitcase and whipped it back and forth in front of him. It whistled as it cut through the air.
Dermot’s entire body trembled with eager fear. His cock hardened and jutted forward, making a tent in the front of his pants and pulling the fabric tight against his ass. A soft whine escaped his throat, like a dog whimpering for a promised treat.
Eileen smiled and lifted one hand to encompass the guest room. “Here?”
He shook his head. “My room. This way.”
He led her down the interminably long hallway to the master bedroom. The Safari Suite, as he’d nicknamed it.
The heavy wooden furniture was embellished with leopard-, cheetah-, and lion-skin prints. Mosquito netting draped the bed, matching the black and tan gauze panels curtaining the window.
“It’s all faux,” he hastened to reassure her. “I wouldn’t let the designer use real animal skins.”
