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She turned her head to face him and found stunning green eyes, alert and sharply focused on her mouth.
“You stopped my rampage,” he said, dumbfounded.
“I sure did.” She was just as shocked as he was. “But now we need to skedaddle.”
She climbed off him, and Maxton quickly got to his feet.
“Allow me to make our exit hastier.” He held out his hand.
She stared at it for a quick second. This was the same vampire who’d given her a death threat just a few days ago.And now he’s offering his hand?She didn’t have to force him or sneak it in like earlier when she’d dragged him onto that ride.
She slid her hand into his, and he swiftly whipped her around, gripping her in his iron embrace by the waist. “Close your eyes.”
“No way.” She wanted to see every blurry second of traveling at vampire speed again.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Damien woke the next morning with a splitting headache. Likely a beast hangover with a side of jetlag.Or a side of nightmare.That whole episode in the jungle felt like a never-ending bad dream, but thankfully it was over.
Damien sat up slowly, the fog in his mind moving out to sea.
“Crap. Not over.” Tonight he had to tell Cimil which woman he chose, but here was the thing: Yesterday, he would’ve chosen Sky. But today, with a fresh mind, he realized that Willa was the only reason he was getting a choice at all.
Underhanded or not, her witchery had gotten Maxton to leave the jungle.
Damien ran a hand through his hair, which was almost due for a cut. Or maybe he’d let it grow out again. Maxton had a splendid head of longish dark hair.Goes well with a black suit.
Damien climbed out of bed and made his way to his lavish marble bathroom for his morning ritual—a brief stay in the sauna to sweat out the scotch and whatever junk food he’d had for dinner, followed by an exfoliation session.
In the old days, he never cared for himself this way. They had soap made of fat and lye. He bathed once a week if weather and wood stores permitted. He certainly never owned cologne or manly scented moisturizers that reminded him of long walks in the forest on an autumn morn.
But as he’d grown older and more isolated from the world, he began seeking out what modern humans called “the little things.” All the small comforts that helped one pass the day and forget about the woes of life.
Damien dabbed on some aftershave, even though he hadn’t shaved.Why bother?He wasn’t in the mood to put on airs today. Choosing Willa meant denying his primal urge to couple with Sky and to make a cozy, comfortable life filled with travel, lovemaking, and long breakfasts by the seaside at the tropical island villa he would buy for her. Of course, he’d have to find plenty of diversions for Sky, because a woman like her did not sit still for long.I wonder if she enjoys decoupage.
There was a loud pounding on his bedroom door.
“Damien! You in there?”
“Sky?” His heart hopscotched through his stomach, giddy to see her again. “One moment. I am dressing!”
He went to his closet to grab a white undershirt and slacks but then paused. He reached for his bathrobe instead. Maybe she was here for what he wanted her to be here for. Yes, yes. Sex. With corporeal bodies. Not that the ghost sex hadn’t been interesting.
He went for the door and opened it, finding that same, earth-shattering attraction pulsating under his skin for her. Didn’t matter that physically Sky was now blonde instead of brunette or that her face was completely different. It hadn’t been her beauty that had originally caught his eye. It was her spirit.
“Hello, Damien.” Sky blinked her big green eyes at him. She wore her hair up in a ponytail and had on tight jeans and a snug blue blouse. He could make out every curve of her feminine body—small pert breasts, lean legs, narrow waist.
I can work with that.His groin began to stir.
“Where the hell have you been?” he barked, immediately regretting his tone. Desperation had come out like a reprimand.
“Trying to put my life back together after someone ran me over with his SUV.”
“You know how deeply sorry I feel about that. I merely meant that I have been worried for you.” He drew a long breath. “Are you all right?”
“No. And yes. But that’s why I’m here.”
Her serious tone set off warning bells. “All right.”
