Part 38 (2/2)
He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine again.
It was my turn to wait.
He didn't make me wait long.
He lifted his forehead from mine, gently slid out and rolled off me. I rolled to the side and curled up as he yanked the covers out from under me and tossed them over. After that, naked, he walked to the fire, threw some logs on and came back to me.
He got under the covers and gathered me in his arms, holding me close face-to-face with us on our sides, his hand moving up my spine to start sifting through my hair.
I drew in a deep breath and let it out, forcing myself to relax.
He spoke and he did it quietly.
”You're in the dower house. It's lovely, welcoming and warm. You'll like it. It's also, as you know, close to the main house. You're here so that you can control when you see the children rather than running into them in hallways or hiding away in an effort to avoid them.”
Okay, I had to admit, I really liked that in the throes of all that was happening, he'd not only thought to give me that; he'd also given it to me.
He went on. ”I've sent missives to Vasterhague for the return of our sleigh and belongings as well as Bellebryn to explain my delay and the information we gleaned from the perpetrator.”
I tipped my head back to look at him. ”So you got something from him?”
He dipped his chin down to look at me. ”Yes.”
He said no more.
”Are you going to share what that was?” I asked.
”On the morrow,” he answered.
I opened my mouth and he moved his hand from my hair to press his fingers against my lips.
”On the morrow, dove.”
I stared into his eyes and this time saw I would not get anything until ”the morrow.”
So I shut my mouth.
He removed his fingers from my lips and resumed gliding them through my hair as he kept talking.
”As my children have become acutely aware of the dangers lurking, I will obviously wish to spend time with them in order to a.s.suage their fears as well as a.s.sess when this is accomplished.”
”Of course.”
”I also wish for you to meet them so you can spend time with them as well.”
I didn't reply to that, but my body did. It got tight.
His hand in my hair moved to become a thumb and side of his finger at my chin and he dipped his face close.
”You will love them. They will love you,” he whispered and my breath caught at these words. ”I know this because you did not even know them, only knew they'd been frightened and you moved immediately to avenge them. It may be awkward and even difficult for you at first, but if you would do what you did this night without even knowing them, what could build if you did?”
He didn't give me the chance to answer, he answered himself.
”Something of great beauty. I am eager for you to give my children that, but, my poppy,”-he got closer-”I'm just as eager for you to have it.”
G.o.d, that was beautiful.
I stared into his eyes then, in order to hold it together as I felt it slipping apart, I slapped his arm.
”Don't make me cry,” I snapped. ”I've had a couple of really bad days.”
He grinned, dipped even closer and touched his mouth to mine.
After he pulled back, he declared, ”I will, of course, be spending my nights here. In this bed. With you.”
I rolled my eyes.
His danced with humor and he carried on.
”And as I sense you'll require time before you spend some with Christophe and elan, and I also want to spend time with you, and because I don't want the children around when it's done, the plans that need to be made after the information we learned this night will be done here. So you will be hosting my men.”
That didn't sound bad. In fact, I missed the guys so it sounded awesome.
”Okeydokey,” I agreed and that got me a smile.
His arms both went around me, he pulled me closer and I snuggled into his heat.
After a long ride, me going temporarily insane and Apollo doing...whatever-it-was-he-did that night, the hard part was done. The good part was coming. That being sleep, of which, since it was still dark outside, it took a while for Achilles to calm me down (he used booze-it was a good choice) and talk me into lying down, I was guessing I didn't have much of it. Therefore, I was looking forward to it.
My eyes were especially and I knew this because they were drooping.
”You rode hard at my heels, not eating, not sleeping, not speaking, at my side the whole way to get me back to my children,” he whispered.
I didn't say anything.
He did.
He cuddled me even closer, kissed the top of my head and kept whispering when he said, ”Thank you, my dove.”
My answer was to press my cheek into his chest.
He fell silent.
I was warm and cozy under the covers, wrapped up in him, having had a really great o.r.g.a.s.m, so my eyelids started drooping again.
”You liked our play.”
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