by Terry Spear
Page 30
“It’s forever,” he mouthed against her lips, his pressed tenderly, hoping she’d agree, afraid she would not.
She licked his lips with the tip of her tongue, teasing them. As soon as he opened his mouth to draw her in, she swept her mouth against his hard jaw, not taking his bait. She ran her hands over his back and pressed her belly against his raging erection. “Mating? Or something else?” she asked, her voice ragged with lust.
Her tone was sexy, heated, making his temperature rise even more.
“When I saw you at the airport,” he rasped out, “hell, saw you wearing all that silver, I wanted to grasp the chain at your waist and drag you to me and hold on tight. ”
She gave a low, throaty chuckle. “I thought you looked like a damned hungry wolf—dangerous and all alpha. I guessed right. ”
“If another man had approached you, human or wolf, and even if you’d planned a rendezvous with him, I doubt I would have permitted it. ”
She laughed. “Wouldn’t he have been surprised if a man he didn’t know had approached and told him to butt out when he and I already had a date?”
“But you wouldn’t have been surprised. ” He traced her jawline with a tender touch that seemed at odds with the gruffness in his voice.
“No, I would have expected as much from a wolf like you. ” Then she sighed. “I don’t know enough about you—nor do you know enough about me—to make anything permanent. ”
“I know that if I don’t return to Scotland with you, I will forever regret the decision. Tell me you feel the same way. ”
He could feel her heated skin against his, her body soft and yielding, not stiff and pulling away. He knew she wanted this as much as he did.
She coiled a finger around his chest hair, staring at it, not lifting her gaze to meet his, unable to deny what he knew they both felt. “My mother and my uncles…”
“Aren’t mating me. ”
She looked up at him then, smiled, and took a ragged breath. “They’ll want my happiness. They still hold a grudge against the Highland chief who threw us off the land. ”
“I’m not him. ”
“No, but your family did the same to your own people. ”
He ran his hands down her arms, then wrapped them around her back and hugged her tightly, showing her he didn’t intend to let her go. “Eons ago. Think of this as making amends. ”
“You don’t have to do this for my…”
“Hell, Shelley. Do you want me to get down on bended knee?” He was serious, but he wasn’t sure she was taking him seriously.
She grinned at him. “A warrior like you begging me to say yes?”
He shrugged, unable to maintain a serious expression, his mouth curving upward some.
She shook her head. “No, don’t bother. I’d laugh too hard and spoil the moment. ”
He caressed her soft cheek and tipped her chin up with his fingers so he could drown in her green gaze. “So you’ll say yes?”
“If I don’t, you won’t give up trying, will you?”
“Hell, no. ” With that, he took her response as a yes, swept her up in his arms, and headed for the bed.
But she wasn’t done protesting. “What do we really have in common?”
“You and I love swimming together. ”
She chuckled at that. “You make a damned good anchor. ”
“You make a damned good mermaid wrapped around my anchor. ”
She smiled up at him with a devilish gleam to her eye, but then she sighed. “There has to be more. ”
“Aye, lass, there is. I love running with you in the woods and intend to take you running in the Caledonian Forest anytime your heart desires. I love playing with you in the water and tackling you in wolf play in the house. ”
“You’re afraid to tackle me,” she said, as he put her down on the bed.
“I’m used to rough-housing with my brothers and male cousins. I’d never wrestled with a she-wolf before, and I was afraid I might get a little too physical. ”
She reached up and grabbed hold of his shirt. “You’re going to have to wrestle with me, Duncan MacNeill, and get a little physical. It’s all part of a wolf showing who’s boss. When I win too easily, it’s not as much fun. ”
He growled with impatient need. “I’m all for getting a lot more physical with you, lass. Believe me. ”
“We’ve already wrestled some. I stood on your chest in triumph when you broke into the house without invitation, but I would have liked to have worked harder at it. ”
He slid his hands under her shirt and fondled her breasts, covered in a silky bra, making her nipples harden like rough diamonds. “Next time, I won’t be so easily cowed. ”
She laughed. “You? Cowed?”
“Only with you. And only as a means to an end. ” He lifted her shirt, exposing her lace-covered breasts, and then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. “You love to watch me sword fight,” he added, getting back to everything she loved about him, hoping he could think of enough common areas of interest that she would capitulate. “You love my cooking. ”
“Hmm. I do love both. ” She copied him by sliding her hands up his shirt and running her fingers and palms over his pecs. Having her touch his skin ratchetted his heartbeat up several notches.
“You like that I’m a movie star,” he said, barely able to repress a smile.
“But you said you were only an extra and didn’t even get the girl. ”
“Aye, which is good for you, because I’m free to pursue the one I really want. ” He stared at her shirt, her bra unfastened but not going anywhere unless he peeled everything off. But she was just as sexy half undone as she was totally naked. He slid his hands over her breasts, pushing the bra cups up and out of his way.
“You don’t like plants,” she said in an accusing tone. “Don’t deny it. ”
“I have offered to show you our gardens at Argent Castle, a guided tour even. I don’t doubt that in your capable hands, I could become quite knowledgeable about plants. We even have a secluded arbor in the rose gardens and a gate that can be secured for privacy. ”
“Where I could teach you about the different varieties of roses?”
“Where I could teach you what else can grow in a garden. ”
She laughed. “I love your sense of humor. ”
“See? You love lots about me already. When we get home, I can show you my sword. ”
She slid her hand over his crotch, making his arousal jerk with enthusiasm. “I’ve seen your sword, and it’s mighty impressive. ”
“So say yes,” he said, unzipping her pants, then tugging them down her hips. If she didn’t say yes, he was going to die an excruciatingly agonizing death. At least for the moment, because no matter what, he wasn’t giving up on her.
“I have poodles. Your Irish wolfhounds will eat them. ”
He laughed. “They will romp through the castle together as one big happy family. ”
“You don’t like poodles. ”
“I will learn to love them. ”
“What about my job?”
“What do you think about teaching the clan’s children about plants? I know it’s not the same as teaching at a college, but we don’t have anyone who teaches the subject, and we homeschool all our children. ”
“But I bet you teach them sword fighting. ”
“Aye. ”
“Not the girls, though. ”
“If any want to learn…”
“I want to. ”
He laughed. “I would be happy to show you how to swing a sword. ” He could imagine holding her back against his chest as he leaned forward and held her arms and helped her swing. He’d have to take her somewhere private as he was certain anything he did with her would get him into the mood for another bout of this kind of play.
She seemed to consider her options, her gaze focusing on nothing in particular, her fin
gers stroking his chest in a tantalizing way. If he didn’t get her stripped and naked soon…
“All… right,” she said slowly, and he could see some apprehension in her eyes. She would move in with his clan, his wolf pack, an American who wasn’t familiar with their ways. And she was willing.
Not about to allow her to change her mind, he pulled off her capris, threw them aside, and then began to slide her shirt and bra off. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and he was reminded of the mermaid and the anchor and smiled.
“Wait until I get you back in the water,” he said.
“Just as long as you follow through on your promises. ”
“Oh, aye, lass, ’tis what I’m good at. ”
“And sword fighting. ”
“Aye. ” He jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, then reached for his belt, taking in her contemplative expression, her full breasts, and her extended nipples that looked like mouthwatering cherries waiting for his kisses. He thought about the way she’d eaten the cherry from his hot fudge sundae.
“You’re not in a rush, are you?” she asked, leaning forward and running her fingers over the swelling in his jeans.
Her touch made his erection jump again. He marveled at the way the she-wolf could make him react so quickly.
“Aye. The next time, I’ll try to take it slower. ”
“All right, then. Hurry up before I see reason and change my mind. ”
“You are seeing reason, and you won’t change your mind. ”
He stood before her naked, only long enough for her to take a good lingering look, which was killing him. She swept her gaze all the way down him as though he were prime meat and she was ready to sink her teeth into him.
She smiled and sighed at what she saw, her gaze shifting to his face. “Maybe we should wrestle first. Make sure that we’re suitably matched. ”
“We are suitably matched,” he said, and before she could say another word, he was moving her into the middle of the bed, his knees planted on either side of her thighs, his head dipping for a long, slow—painfully slow—kiss on her lips as his arousal prodded him to go faster.
