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Eileen watched, entranced, as it slowly lengthened and straightened, like an inflating balloon. By the circle, the man was insatiable! She’d thought the number of times they’d made love in her cottage was a side effect of the dryad’s spell, but this voracious sexual hunger seemed to be his natural state.
She heard his breathing shift. A moment later he opened his eyes.
“Mmm. This is a nice way to wake up.”
“I know.” She brushed his lips with a feather-light kiss.
He moved closer, sandwiching his warm cock between their stomachs and pressing her breasts against his chest. His hand cupped her ass, holding her hips tight to his, while his mouth captured hers in another kiss.
He groaned as he released her. “I would like nothing better than to make love to you all day. But we have to get ready for the Silver Moon meeting.”
“What is it we’re to be discussing? My agent never gave me specifics.”
“Oh, publicity plans, how to position you, what your talking points are, those sorts of things. Mostly it’s for the publicist to see what level of media coverage you can handle.”
His hand drifted lazily up and down her hip. She pressed her body against his and hugged him tightly, needing the reassurance of his solidity. That was his world, the world of media coverage and publicists, of celebrities and limousines. She didn’t belong in that world. She belonged in her woods, writing her books and following the cycle of nature.
“Do we have to go?” she whispered.
“What is it? You’re shivering.” He held her close and rubbed her back. “Are you cold? Or scared?”
“Why am I here, Dermot?”
He hesitated, then answered slowly, “Are you wondering or am I supposed to guess?”
“Tell me. Why did you send for me? What is it you see in me that made you go to so much trouble to bring me here?”
He sighed deeply. “Well, you did save my life.”
“Is it because you’re grateful, then?”
“Of course not. I mean, yes, I’m grateful, but my gratitude is usually expressed in a check with a healthy number of zeroes. It’s something more with you.”
“Great sex,” she muttered.
“God, yes! It is.”
She stiffened, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“We’re great together. I shouldn’t have to tell you that, not after last night. It’s a good thing this is the penthouse, or my neighbors would have called the cops, the way you were screaming. And what you did to me with that branch…” He groaned, a shudder rippling through him. “God, that was good.”
Eileen swallowed against the lump in her throat, and blinked her burning eyes. That was it, then. She knew the secret of how he liked his sex. He wanted his ass whipped, so he wanted her. It had nothing to do with who she was as a person.
Dermot continued, oblivious to the devastation his words had caused.
“And, of course, you’re intelligent, beautiful, and highly successful. You have an adorable accent.”
“I donna!” She clapped one hand over her mouth, but the treacherous brogue had already escaped.
He just laughed. “See?”
His mirth faded, and his voice softened, as if he was thinking out loud rather than speaking to her.
“But I think, even with all that, I would have let you stay in Ireland if I hadn’t read your book.”
She blinked. “You read one of my books? Which one?”
“The latest. I wanted to understand the Irish witch who had beguiled me. The dryad nearly killed me, but before that, the sex with her was better than I’d thought possible. Throughout history, men have gone mad trying to recapture the embrace of a faerie lover, even though they knew it meant their deaths. Yet I barely thought about her. It was the night and morning afterward that I couldn’t get out of my head. You. I had to figure out why.”
