Bangs, Nina The Pleasure Master

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you've watched Star Wars a few times." She was doing it again, talking to a toy.
But all thoughts of Peter vanished as she glanced around the room. Neil sat on the cushions
holding her cell phone and bellowing into it. His face was cherry red. He must be talking
to Coco.
Ian was busy trying to disentangle Malin from Neil's hair while the cat growled his
displeasure at being deprived of his prey.
Neil abandoned the cell phone long enough to glare at Ian. "Yer cat is a wee spawn of
hell. And that shiny demon the woman brought wi' her speaks in the devil's tongue."
Kathy blinked. Looked like Neil had covered just about everything.
"Malin is a warrior. He was protecting his own against one who shouldna be here." Ian
sank onto a cushion to watch his brother. "'Tis ye who chose this shrewish vixen as my
challenge, so ye must allow me to speak wi' her."
"Shrewish vixen? I heard that, you bombastic buffoon." Coco's shout made Neil wince. He
held the phone away from his ear.
He glanced at Ian for help. "Bombastic buffoon?"
Ian shrugged.
"Men should be like Kleenex soft, strong, and disposable," Peter offered.
Kathy smiled. She'd always liked that line from Clue.
"I didna ask yer advice, demon." Neil scowled as he gingerly returned the phone to his ear.
"Ye need to learn respect for men, Coco. If ye were here, I would bare yer bottom and
redden it wi' my hand."
"Ohmigod," Kathy muttered. She edged away from Neil. Nothing could save him now.
Surprisingly, silence followed his pronouncement, then a soft chuckle. "You'd really try to
spank me?"
"Aye." Neil's hand was clenched so tightly to the phone that his knuckles were white.
"Then I'd make love to ye."
"Hmm. Put Kathy on the phone, hotshot."
Neil's gaze was glazed as he handed the phone to Kathy with shaking fingers.
Kathy had to know one thing. "How'd you reach Coco? I didn't give you her number."
Neil stared at her for a dazed moment. "I only touched yer phone, and she was there." He
stumbled toward the cave's entrance.
Peter followed him, offering advice. "Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a
place."
How could Neil have reached Coco if he hadn't punched in her number? Was someone
controlling . . . ? No, she couldn't deal with that thought now. Drawing a deep breath,
Kathy put the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry, Coco, but "
"What's he look like, Kathy?"
"Neil? He's tall, broad shoulders, great buns "
"You've seen them, his buns?"
"Well, yes."
"I won't ask how. What's his face look like?"
"I'm not too sure. He has this beard and "
"Tell him to shave it off. I hate facial hair. Then we'll talk." Coco was quiet for a moment.
"Sure you don't want to tell me where you're holed up? I know this whole thing with your
ex has stressed you out, and I understand you have a new man, but it would help to know
where you are."
"It wouldn't do any good, believe me."
She could hear Coco's sigh. "Okay. I guess you'll tell me when you're ready. Just make
sure you're back by the court date."
"Court date. Sure. By the way, what is the date?"
Coco's silence was longer this time. "January tenth."
January 10? Kathy fought back a feeling of despair. Her job would be history by now.
Thank heavens Mom and Dad were still on their cruise.
Kathy watched Malin jump back atop Peter.
"Oh, would you check out one more thing for me? See if you can find a breed of cat that
likes to swim and tell me where it originated."
"Let me get this straight. You're with a man who sounds like pure sin, and you want to
know about cats?"
Kathy sighed. "Humor me, Coco."
"Will do."
Kathy listened to the click as Coco hung up, feeling the disconnection to her time all the
way to her soul. There had to be a way back.
Wearily, Kathy pulled off her coat and dropped it on top of Mary's borrowed things, then
sank onto a cushion. Ian was attending to the hearth fire.
Summer. It was summer in this time and place, but it was still chilly. No chillier though
than the cold numbing her heart.
Silently, Ian knelt behind her, but she couldn't summon the energy to move away from
him.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he massaged her tight muscles. She stiffened.
She felt his harsh exhalation against her exposed neck, where it sent tingles skittering
down her back. She shifted, uneasy with her body's instant reaction to him.
"Ye're like the hare when it spots the wolf, lass. I mean only to ease yer body."
She glanced warily back at him. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"If I meant anything more, ye'd know it." His lips brushed her neck and she drew her breath
in a startled gasp.
"How would I know?" Nerve endings unused to male stimulation of any kind were
happily gathering to discuss the possibility of the big O. They were doomed to
disappointment. Never with Ian Ross.
His hands slid down her back, kneading spots that made her moan with relief. Damn him.
Everything he did felt good.
"Ye'd know because ye'd feel it."
Big help. Didn't he know she felt it every time he was within shouting distance? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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