Part 5 (2/2)
They were both breathing hard from the run, but he managed to say, ”We need light.”
”Yes.”
As she spoke, golden lights flickered around them, and he saw fat candles burning on stone ledges around the walls. In the center of the circular room was a bed covered with rich fabric.
Outside he heard the sound of men shouting, their tone desperate.
”Where in the name of Carfolian h.e.l.l did they go?”
”Hurry, we have to find them. Falcone will kill us if we come back empty-handed.”
Every muscle in Logan's body tensed, but Rinna only tipped her head to one side, listening.
When the sound receded, a deep sigh of relief flowed from her throat, and he knew she wasn't as composed as she looked.
”Thank the Great Mother that you got here in time,” she whispered.
”The Great Mother?”
”I pray to her, sometimes.”
He studied her grave expression and the white gown she wore. It was soft and translucent, and he saw hints of her beautiful body through the fabric where it draped over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hips.
He wanted to reach for her, but she had been shy with him before. Shy? He laughed.
”What?”
”You could have stepped out of a Wonder Woman movie, but you're... nervous around me.”
She looked away from him, and he hated the way she broke eye contact.
Slowly, giving her time to pull away, he reached out his arm. When she stayed where she was, he stepped toward her, moving quietly until he could wrap his arms around her. As she rested her cheek against his shoulder, he knew he had won a victory.
At the same time, in some inexplicable way, he felt as though he had finally come home to a long-lost lover.
”Are you the woman I've been looking for?” he asked, breathing deeply, taking in her delicious scent.
”I don't know.”
He wanted to find out. So he changed the terms of the dream.
They had been running for their lives. Now that they had the luxury of time alone together, he was swamped by a host of sensations. The feel of her soft hair against his shoulder. The pressure of her high, firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And that wonderful scent that clung to her like a field of herbs and flowers. She was so exquisite that he could barely breathe. Yet he felt her uncertainty. She was as tense as when the soldiers were searching for them nearby.
”Don't be afraid of me,” he murmured. Then he lowered his lips to hers. He was so hungry for her that he wanted to ravage her mouth, but he kept the kiss light and gentle as he explored her sweetness, rubbing his lips back and forth, then settling clown for firmer contact.
She sighed out his name, and he struggled not to frighten her away because he understood that she was poised to flee if he made the wrong move.
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