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She smiled and slid the strap of the bra over one shoulder, then the other. He watched her every move as she slid the black lacy cups around her breasts and snapped the bra closed. It pushed her breasts together and up, making her crevice deep and sexy.
Zurvan looked like a starving man facing a Thanksgiving feast. She loved the fact he longed for her. It made her feel beautiful and sexy.
She pushed aside the sheets and stood up, intensely aware of his hot gaze caressing the curve of her hip before locking onto the fleshy triangle cradled by her thighs. A blush heated her cheeks, but she ignored it. He licked his lips as she stepped into the thong and eased it up her legs, pulling it over the length of her thighs in a slow, tantalizing manner. Once it reached her waist, she dragged her finger under the lacy elastic to smooth it into place, watching him watch her.
She felt wicked and desirable. She stretched her arms high in the air and did a little spin. He’d given her a thong, clearly wanting to see her exposed buttocks, so she gave him what he wanted. For him and for her. She wanted him to see all of her, wanted him to want all of her.
Finally, she pulled on the T-shirt, easing it slowly over her breasts, then smoothing it into place. Masculine interest twinkled in his eyes as her hands slid over her breasts and down her ribcage to her waist. She sauntered over to the table to join him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
He glanced at the jeans still lying on the bed.
“Oh, I’ll put those on after breakfast.” She crossed her legs so they were clearly visible to him through the glass tabletop, and smiled. “You don’t object, do you?”
“No, not at all.”
His fiery glances kept her warm all through breakfast. Once they finished the meal, he whisked away the dishes in the blink of an eye. Literally. He left the tea, however, knowing, she guessed, how she liked to linger over several cups.
Then he said, “Celeste, we need to talk.”
Chapter 6
Zurvan had watched Celeste across the table all through breakfast, enjoying her delightful, flirty mood. The heavy ache of male hunger had built within him to an intolerable level. The impulse to reach out and touch her had become a tangible need. Clearly she did not realize her beauty, or her effect on men.
She had blossomed under his attention, and he wondered what her affairs had been like before. He knew she was closed around men, even reserved. He knew she did not open up like this, yet now she was surrounded by an aura of irresistible femininity.
Her openness could be because she knew she would never see him again after three days passed, but he was certain there was more to it than that. He’d hate for her to close up again after he left. The world lost a great deal when she hid her natural, radiant beauty behind the barriers protecting her from whatever demons she feared. He wished he could heal her, but he could do so only if she wished it. He could not offer, and he could not suggest what her wishes should be.
Still, he couldn’t help trying. He caressed her soft curves with his gaze, struggling to tame his intense physical awareness of her. He needed to talk to her. There was little time.
“Celeste, have you thought about what wishes you would like to make? You can make them as soon as you like, but you must make at least one per twenty-four hours.”
Her face turned thoughtful as she took a sip from her steaming teacup. With his gaze he followed the curve of her neck as she swallowed, longing to kiss the hollow of her throat with delicate featherlike kisses, eliciting small whimpers from her velvety lips.
“It’s not easy to decide. It’s the kind of thing you always think about. You know, if I ever got three wishes, what would I wish for.” She put down her cup and rested her chin on her hand. “I should wish for worldwide peace or for no one to ever be hungry again, that kind of thing.”
“Helping the world with your wishes is a pretty difficult thing to do. There are a lot of factors, and short of making the world a dictatorship with carefully regulated laws to distribute food and wealth fairly, and strict laws against violence, it would be difficult to accomplish what you want. Would you like a society like that?”
She pursed her lips. “In other words, taking away free will? No, I wouldn’t like that.”
She leaned back in her chair, her finger tracing the rim of her cup.
“You can help others,” he said, “but if you do, help one person. That is how to make the greatest impact. But, Celeste….”
He paused and she glanced up.
“How often do you really know what someone else wants? I meanreallywants. The wishes work best if you help yourself. If you make yourself happy, then you deal with the world in a healthier way and the people around you are happier, too.”
“That seems selfish somehow.”
“There’s nothing wrong with helping yourself.”
She hugged one knee to her chest. Her gaze locked with his.
“Okay, so you’re saying I should wish for things for myself, to make me happy. But money and stuff like that won’t bring me happiness.”
“You’re very astute, Celeste. You’ve jumped past what most people waste their time on when considering wishes.
