LA Banks Huntress 10 The Darkness

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could happen?" She shrugged, baiting him into the game, but also telling the
truth. "I still don't like the fact that I couldn't help you when I so
desperately wanted to. I want to make that up to you so let me."
His half-smile slowly faded as full silver overtook his irises. "I accept your
terms," he breathed out in Dananu, then slowly began to peel her destroyed
tank top up her torso. But when she winced as she raised her arms, he stopped,
worry blotting out the silver in his eyes. "Baby . . . I'm sorry. Hey, look,
maybe we need to just chill. I had no business "
She put a finger to his lips. "It isn't an injury, it's "
"Yeah, right, D," he said, and then kissed the rest of her argument out of her
mouth. "I saw it all, even while out cold, third-eye snapshots. A damned
serpent banged you against the wall so hard it left plaster on the floor. Then
back in N.Y.C. "
She'd grabbed his jaw with both hands and shoved her tongue in his mouth.
"They healed that," she said, coming away from the kiss breathless.
"Then tell me about the wince. I ain't blind, I saw it, baby. Don't much get
past me, and I know what I'm "
She kissed him hard as her hands untied his robe sash, stopping his words
midsentence. "It's tension in the muscles between my wings," she said in a
breathy rush when he broke the kiss.
"Oh . . ." he said, silver glinting at the rims of his irises again.
She turned around and slowly pulled off her shirt with her back to him. He
surrounded her waist with his arms and pressed first his mouth, then his
cheek, to that hard to reach spot between her shoulder blades.
The moan she released came up from her gut and caught low and deep in her
throat. "Yeah, right there," she said in a husky voice, turning into his
therapeutic touch as his hot palms slid across her belly and then ribs. "It
all hurts," she finally admitted, now feeling the body blows one by one. "I
thought they got it all, but they didn't."
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"That's 'cause they're merciful and wise," he murmured, allowing the heat from
his hands to slowly rake up her back and then over her shoulders, kneading
them gently. "They saved something for me to heal . . . because they know I
love to be the one to make you feel better."
She closed her eyes and dropped her head back against his shoulder. "You
definitely do that best."
"Yeah?"
She nodded as he found a set of bunched muscles in her right shoulder. "Oh . .
. yeah . . ."
"Can I still watch?" he asked in a sexy tone.
"Uh-huh," she whispered, unbuttoning her fly.
"I bet your wings got dirty, too," he murmured against the top of her hair,
sliding his hands over her hips to make her panties and jeans pool at her
feet. "They might need a good soak . . . if your back is sore."
"Then I might just have to open them while I'm in the water," she whispered
and stepped away from him just enough to torture him, then bent to pick up her
soiled clothing.
The moment she felt his palms trace over the lobes of her behind, she pivoted
around and held her jeans, underwear, and tank top up to cover her breasts,
walking backward down the steps into the pool. Then suddenly she tossed her
clothing at him, pushing them away from her chest as though passing a
basketball. He caught the knot of jumbled fabric, but didn't take his eyes off
her. She stepped one foot closer to the mercury-like water and nodded toward
the door.
"Better leave them for the staff before you forget."
"Then, don't move," he said quietly, all playfulness gone from his voice. "I
don't want to miss any of it."
She smiled and watched him walk across the room. For a moment he'd hesitated,
looked toward the door, and then almost seemed to physically jolt himself out
of the daze in order to move. He could have simply jettisoned her clothes to
make them materialize on the other side of the door. But that was what she
loved about him most his ability to read her intentions just from her eyes,
knowing that she was thoroughly enjoying messing with his mind.
When he returned from the task, he stopped at the large armoire and collected
a new, thick, fluffy towel and brought over a silver robe that seemed to have
the weightlessness of gauze. He carefully laid them at the edge of the large
bathing pool, and then sat down on the top step to sprawl out like a huge,
sun-soaked panther.
"Now you can get in," he said, his expression still so serious that it made
her wonder.
She stepped down into the water, feeling tiny tingles claim her feet and
ankles and then begin to slowly overtake her calves. She stepped a little
deeper, and when the sensation captured her thighs, her eyes widened. That's
when he smiled.
"You spiked the water with current, didn't you?"
"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do . . ."
She stopped just short of submerging her upper thighs. He allowed his gaze to
travel along her torso, stopping at the V between her legs covered in soft
down that partially eclipsed his Neteru tattoo. She'd willed it back to the
surface, every silvery-hot line of it. The sight of her offering made his
mouth go dry. His gaze sought hers, stopping en route to admire her breasts.
His palms ached to be filled with them, just as his tongue hungered to taste
the tight, hard-pebbled flesh at their tips. She broke his concentration yet
again as she gave him the gift of a breathy "Oh," of surprise when she dunked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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