to her.
A little sad, but that didn’t make her any less appreciative of what they’d shared.
By the time they’d succumbed to sleep early in the morning, Annie had been seeing lights dancing through the air above her bed, golden flashes of fire swirling around her and Namtar as they lay entwined in the tangled sheets. She’d never been so sated, so thoroughly exhausted by making love.
Still, she’d tried to stay awake, to memorize every line of his strikingly handsome face, just in case he was gone in the morning. But no, he was still here, and dammit if he didn’t look even more gorgeous by the light of day. The sunlight streaming in through the small window near the front door highlighted his shoulder length brown hair and piercing dark eyes, not to mention every perfect inch of his dark olive skin.
Every inch…including those between his legs, those four or five inches of flaccid flesh she knew could grow to a thick, pulsing ten inches of pure pleasure-giving male.
“Your towel, it…um.” Her eyes drifted to the floor, where the bath towel had fallen.
“It is too small, and has been slipping from my hips all morning.” His frustrated tone gave way to a small chuckle as he observed her obvious discomfort. “It troubles you to see me naked? You most certainly had little concern with our—”
“Right. I’m sorry, I’m just worried about Roger. The villain.” Annie blushed furiously and averted her eyes as the organ she’d been ogling began to thicken under her gaze. “Maybe you should get some clothes on.”
“It would seem wise if we are to move about in the mortal world,” Namtar said, his eyes alight with humor. Did crazy people find things funny? Hell if she knew, but the look seemed out of place for some reason. That spark of humor and the clear intelligence in his eyes made Annie wonder, just for a moment, if he was as mad as he seemed.
The moment passed as soon as he opened his mouth again.
“Perhaps you have something I could wear,” Namtar continued. “Judging from the villain’s clothing, my robe is not in accordance with current fashion. Regardless, it is filthy from the floor of the cave and reeks of poison fluids.”
“The floor of the cave. You mean the garage, right?” Annie squeezed her eyes shut, forcing away the last bit of her lust. The time for thinking with her eager pussy had passed. It was time to start using her brain and get this guy out of here ASAP. “I think the villain’s clothes will be too small for you, but maybe you could make do with a T-shirt and a pair of his old sweatpants. They’ll stretch at least.”
“You have his clothing here.” Namtar’s expression darkened dramatically and Annie felt a brief flash of fear skitter along her skin. “He is your lover? Your husband?”
“No. Well, not anymore,” Annie said, grateful when his stormy look faded and Namtar grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “He was my fiancé. We were going to be married, but… I called it off.”
“A wise decision. He never loved you, not with a pure heart.”
Annie winced at the pain his words caused, tears stinging the back of her eyes. A wave of anger followed closely on the tail end of the pain. How dare he! She was done with men like this, men who treated her like something they scraped off their shoe. Annie was getting ready to tell her latest asshole he could get the hell out of her house and she didn’t care if he was wearing nothing but a bath towel, when Namtar spoke again.
“The way he spoke of you to me, a complete stranger, was cruel, contemptuous. I have no doubt he intends to do you harm. If he had ever loved you the way you deserved, his aura would not be so thick with hate.” Namtar reached out and twined one of her curls around his finger, his expression as tender as any she had ever seen on a man’s face.
It took her breath away and intensified the aching in her chest. Roger had never looked at her with one tenth the
A little sad, but that didn’t make her any less appreciative of what they’d shared.
By the time they’d succumbed to sleep early in the morning, Annie had been seeing lights dancing through the air above her bed, golden flashes of fire swirling around her and Namtar as they lay entwined in the tangled sheets. She’d never been so sated, so thoroughly exhausted by making love.
Still, she’d tried to stay awake, to memorize every line of his strikingly handsome face, just in case he was gone in the morning. But no, he was still here, and dammit if he didn’t look even more gorgeous by the light of day. The sunlight streaming in through the small window near the front door highlighted his shoulder length brown hair and piercing dark eyes, not to mention every perfect inch of his dark olive skin.
Every inch…including those between his legs, those four or five inches of flaccid flesh she knew could grow to a thick, pulsing ten inches of pure pleasure-giving male.
“Your towel, it…um.” Her eyes drifted to the floor, where the bath towel had fallen.
“It is too small, and has been slipping from my hips all morning.” His frustrated tone gave way to a small chuckle as he observed her obvious discomfort. “It troubles you to see me naked? You most certainly had little concern with our—”
“Right. I’m sorry, I’m just worried about Roger. The villain.” Annie blushed furiously and averted her eyes as the organ she’d been ogling began to thicken under her gaze. “Maybe you should get some clothes on.”
“It would seem wise if we are to move about in the mortal world,” Namtar said, his eyes alight with humor. Did crazy people find things funny? Hell if she knew, but the look seemed out of place for some reason. That spark of humor and the clear intelligence in his eyes made Annie wonder, just for a moment, if he was as mad as he seemed.
The moment passed as soon as he opened his mouth again.
“Perhaps you have something I could wear,” Namtar continued. “Judging from the villain’s clothing, my robe is not in accordance with current fashion. Regardless, it is filthy from the floor of the cave and reeks of poison fluids.”
“The floor of the cave. You mean the garage, right?” Annie squeezed her eyes shut, forcing away the last bit of her lust. The time for thinking with her eager pussy had passed. It was time to start using her brain and get this guy out of here ASAP. “I think the villain’s clothes will be too small for you, but maybe you could make do with a T-shirt and a pair of his old sweatpants. They’ll stretch at least.”
“You have his clothing here.” Namtar’s expression darkened dramatically and Annie felt a brief flash of fear skitter along her skin. “He is your lover? Your husband?”
“No. Well, not anymore,” Annie said, grateful when his stormy look faded and Namtar grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “He was my fiancé. We were going to be married, but… I called it off.”
“A wise decision. He never loved you, not with a pure heart.”
Annie winced at the pain his words caused, tears stinging the back of her eyes. A wave of anger followed closely on the tail end of the pain. How dare he! She was done with men like this, men who treated her like something they scraped off their shoe. Annie was getting ready to tell her latest asshole he could get the hell out of her house and she didn’t care if he was wearing nothing but a bath towel, when Namtar spoke again.
“The way he spoke of you to me, a complete stranger, was cruel, contemptuous. I have no doubt he intends to do you harm. If he had ever loved you the way you deserved, his aura would not be so thick with hate.” Namtar reached out and twined one of her curls around his finger, his expression as tender as any she had ever seen on a man’s face.
It took her breath away and intensified the aching in her chest. Roger had never looked at her with one tenth the
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