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“Don’t you ma’am me. Where is he?”
“Mr. Magnus is in the library ma’am.”
“Show me.” I brace myself for the coming confrontation. I can’t help but feel…moody, antsy about all that has happened on my island since Nova has come here.
When she comes in all she sees is me sitting in my home, in front of the fire, reading a book. Relaxed, calm, and focused on control. Because that is what this situation needs from me. Control.
“You! You…son of a bitch! You sorry asshole! You deleted my work! Don’t try to deny it!”
Color stains her cheeks painting them pink and her eyes flash with fire. Fury looks good on her. It looks a lot like how I imagine she would look after the right man got a hold of her and treated her to a night of passionate lovemaking. I shut that shit down fast. I cannot think of Nova like that.
“Don’t even try to deny that you did it!”
“I’m not.”
“You li…what?” Some of the anger dies down with the onset of confusion.
I set the book down and stand to my full height in front of her, “I’m not denying that I came into your room…,”
“While I was in a bath!” she interrupts, all indignant.
“Which smelled delicious by the way.” I interrupt her this time. What the hell is wrong with me?
She blushes and flounders around searching for her mad.
“And deleted your little ‘piece’.” There it is. Glad I could help her find the anger again. “The last thing I want is for tons of women coming to the island thinking this is the fucking “Bachelor: Halloween Edition.”
I notice how her shirt is sticking to her skin leaving it almost transparent. I look closer and notice her hair still wet from her bath.
“How did you get here?” Her car is still in the repair shop. The question is enough to throw her off kilter.
“I had Angela from the Inn bring me.” A small part of me buried deep is pleased it wasn’t a male bringing her here. If I can tell the color of her bra through the damned blouse then so can anyone else who looks at her. And that doesn’t even begin to include the swell of her breasts over the black lace. “What does that have to do with anything?”
I ignore her question and circle her. Yes, a part of me wanted to look for other signs she was in a rush to get to me but I pushed that part down and told myself it was so I could intimidate this little reporter to leave my island. She’s in much too much danger to stay.
“What possessed you to even think I was looking for a…what did you call it? A ‘baby momma’?”
She raises her chin and moves with me so her back is never fully turned to me. Smart little thing, being able to recognize when she’s being hunted. But not smart enough to leave.
“Everyone in town. Brian. He made it sound like you might need a little…help. A boost.”
“I do not need help attracting a mate.” Apparently, I need help sending one away.
“Everyone on this island would disagree and with your stand-offish demeanor I can understand why…”
I grab her and pull her into me. Our bodies bump against one another and the odd little current that has been vibrating constantly between us every time we are together sparks. Somewhere overhead thunder rumbles across the sky in a long loud peal. Before I can stop myself, my mouth is crashing down on hers as all hell breaks loose over us. Not only is nature taking a chance to chatter about us being together but every light in the house flashes bright and then goes out until we are standing in nothing but black.
Several of the smaller lights explode and I’m not certain but I think the fire in the hearth rises and grows stronger. Somewhere in the distance, I hear Brian.
“I’ve got it, Sir. I’ve got it.”
But none of that matters as a sense of power rises inside of me until I feel almost consumed by it. My hand sinks in her still-wet hair as tendrils of the soft, sweet-smelling locks wrap around my fingers entrapping me, keeping me bound to her. Both of her hands rise to touch my chest and, even though I am in a sweater, I feel them like they’ve burned into my bare skin.
My other hand drops to her hip so I can keep her just as imprisoned as I am. It takes me a few seconds of probing before I gain her trust enough that she lets me in, my tongue rushing for hers and all her hidden secrets. The power that flashed through me with such force I thought it would break me subsides and eases until the only thing I feel is the beating of our hearts and the soft glide of her tongue over mine.
I tilt her head just enough that I have better access to all the wonders she is allowing me to plunder. The feel and taste of her could easily become addictive. Even her tiny size is a tantalizing detail that leaves my mind firmly thinking of putting her in my bed and keeping her safe there. Skin so soft it shouldn’t be touched meets my hand when I slip my fingers under the edge of her shirt to play with the skin right underneath.
My hands ache to go higher, to touch more, to take what I know belongs to me and only to me. I pull her closer to me to satisfy that urge to take and touch. Never have I felt this need to dominate and at the same time protect. Never have I been controlled by something even I can not control. And Nova doesn’t just kiss me back. She gives me everything, her body going pliant and turning even softer. The spark that’s been flashing back and forth between the two of us ignites and causes a real fear it will burn both of us down. Best to hold tight to one another until we know for sure we can make it through the fire rising up inside of us.
