Part 12 (1/2)

She felt his hand grip her shoulders and wanted to lean into his embrace and let him hold her until the world righted itself again.

”Answer me,” he demanded.

”No. Not your mind,” she tried to explain, but how could she? If he was angry because he thought she'd read his mind, he'd be furious to know she'd been inside his very soul. ”You called for me.”

”I did not.” Indignation clipped his words, making them come out short and hard.

”You did. I was asleep, but I heard you. You called my name and I came.”

”You dreamed it.”

Fatigue pulled at her, weighing her down. Explaining was too much work. Besides, he wouldn't believe her. People never believed her. It was easier not to say anything and let them think she was crazy. ”Maybe I did. There was too much pain for it to have been real.”

”Pain?” The word seemed to choke him. ”Are you hurt?” His green eyes were bright with concern as they roamed over her body, checking for injury.

”Not me. You.”

He let out a sigh of relief and pulled her close, hugging her against his bare chest. His palm cradled her head, holding it close to his heart. She could sense the branches of his lifemark struggling to reach for her, but they remained frozen in place beneath her cheek.

Nika snuggled closer, crawling into his lap, holding on to him in case he spazzed again and tried to push her away. His scent calmed her nerves. His heat eased her skin until her nightgown was no longer grating against it. Even her fatigue seemed to fade as she soaked in his body's heat.

”You're making me crazy,” he said in a quiet voice.

”It's not so bad. You might even like it.”

”Don't joke. This is no time for jokes.”

She pulled away enough to look up at him. His expression was tight. Closed. She stroked the side of his face, enjoying the feel of his beard stubble beneath her fingertips. ”You're too serious. Life is short. You should enjoy it.”

”Enjoying things my way would be a really bad idea for you.” He was staring at her mouth now, making Nika nervous enough that she felt the compulsion to lick her lips.

His eyes followed the movement. His body clenched, and as close as she was to him, she could feel the strength of that motion as it shook her. Against her hip, she felt his p.e.n.i.s harden.

”You like me,” she said, hearing her awe s.h.i.+ne through in her voice.

”That isn't about like, little girl.”

The little girl comment stung, but maybe that had been a childish way of putting it. She wasn't exactly used to talking to a man about s.e.x, so she tried again. ”You want me.”

”I want you to get off of my lap.” He tried to s.h.i.+ft her away from him, but she held on, clinging to his neck. She liked feeling the proof that he wanted her, and she hadn't felt it quite long enough to believe it yet. What she really wanted to do was touch his erection with her fingers, but she didn't think he was ready for that yet. It seemed a little forward.

”Why can't you admit it?” she asked. ”We're both adults. We're allowed to want each other, right?”

His lips flattened out. ”Time to get you back home.”

”I'm staying here until I'm ready to go. We have important things to discuss.”

”The h.e.l.l you are.”

”Why? Are you afraid I'll invade your brain and turn you into my mindless zombie slave?”

”Hardly.” He got up and set her away from him, then fled across the room. He kept the sheet bunched around his hips with one hand while scrubbing the other over his face. The whole time, he refused to look at her.

”I guess I was mistaken about the fact that you like me. You might want me, but you don't like wanting me. I get that. But it's not like I'm going to attack you. Give me one good reason why I can't stay. You keep saying you're going to hurt me, but you've never even come close, despite all your bl.u.s.ter and that potty mouth of yours.” Nika sat on the floor, watching him, waiting for an answer.

”Keep pus.h.i.+ng and you'll find out the hard way.”

”Please,” she scoffed. ”I've been inside monsters scarier than you on your best day.”

”I doubt that.”

She got up off the floor and walked over to where he was standing. Maybe getting into his face wasn't the smartest thing she could do, but she was tired of his running away.

She pushed him until he stumbled back onto the couch, and leaned down until she was at eye level with him. ”I'm sure you do. I'm sure you think that you're big and tough and mean and the world will come cras.h.i.+ng to an end if you have to be stuck with me for one more minute.”

”Not the world, Nika. Your world.”

”Why? What do you think you're going to do to me that's so bad?”

He didn't answer, and his silence p.i.s.sed her off. Self-control had never been her strong suit, and right now, it was nowhere to be found.

She reached down, grabbed him by his luceria, and gave him a shake. ”Answer me! What do you think you're going to do that's so horrible?”

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Beneath his grip, her skin tingled, but she was too busy reeling from the ferocity he displayed to pay much attention. He bared his teeth and said, ”I'm going to f.u.c.k you.”

Shock rattled her for a moment, and she found her mind reeling to make sense of his words.

That wasn't the way Nika would have worded it, but she found his harsh language didn't put her off. In fact, that slow, simmering heat inside her that had started when she'd fondled him in his sleep was bubbling up again suddenly, making her feel warm and tingly.

He'd thought about making love to her, and that idea thrilled her to her toes.

”Okay,” said Nika, sounding breathless.

Madoc blinked. ”Okay? I say I'm going to rape you and that's all you have to say?”

”It wouldn't be rape.”

”The h.e.l.l it wouldn't.”

Nika had never seduced a man before, but she had a few ideas about what might work.

She let go of his luceria, slid her hands over his shoulders, and straddled his lap. The hem of her nightgown slid up, revealing her thighs. Madoc looked at them, then shut his eyes tight.

He grabbed the couch cus.h.i.+ons on either side of her, gripping the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping him from flying out into orbit.

”I've thought about being with you,” she admitted. ”Not at first, when I was sick, but lately, I'd hear Paul and Andra going at it, or see another couple looking at each other in a certain way. It always made me think of you.”

”You're just saying that so I won't take you home, though G.o.d only knows why you want to be around me.”

”I'm saying that so you'll get over yourself and realize that I have opinions of my own. I'm not that fragile sh.e.l.l of a woman you left behind last year.”