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settle her nerves, no doubt, but his lazy façade didn’t fool her. He was in control. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. Able to draw her back to his side whenever he wanted. “Is that what I felt when—”
“I touched you?” He raised a brow.
She nodded.
Elbows bent, fingers laced behind his head, he studied her from beneath his dark lashes. The silence stretched, upping her tension as he sat up. Ivy slid backward another foot, heading for the edge of the mattress. He murmured a reassurance and stopped advancing in favor of sitting cross-legged in front of her.
“Sorry,” she whispered, feeling bad for retreating. “It’s not that I think you’ll hurt me or anything, but…” She swallowed, trailing off to gather her thoughts. “I just don’t know you very well.”
“’Tis all right, lass.” His mouth curved. “You’ve not hurt my feelings.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” she said, sarcasm out in full force.
He laughed.
Her stomach flip-flopped at the sound. So deep. So attractive. So enthralling that—Ivy frowned. Crap. Wrong thought. Bad libido, but…God. Tydrin was so freaking hot, his appeal flipped her switch, prompting all kind of naughty thoughts.
The kind a girl couldn’t ignore.
Ivy grimaced. Hot and bothered. Ready and willing. Talk about a terrible idea. Her inner sex kitten didn’t care. The little minx refused to give her a break, tossing out inappropriate suggestions that ended with her legs wrapped around Tydrin’s waist…every single time.
“Traitor,” Ivy muttered, struggling to subdue her out-of-control inner vixen.
Tydrin raised a brow. “What was that, lass?”
“Nothing.” Heat rose in her cheeks. Swallowing her embarrassment, Ivy dragged her mind out of the gutter and tipped her chin. “So about the magic?”
“Right,” he murmured, frowning a little. “’Tis hard to explain, but what you felt is not ordinary, Ivy. ’Tis unusual. A rare blending of energies for my kind. The strength of it allowed me to share my life-force with you. To target the weakness in your lungs and heal it.”
Her brows collided. Life force? Targeting of illnesses? Really? Struggling to piece it together, she sorted through the information he offered. All right. Maybe. She could buy it on some level. The energy exchange seemed plausible. She’d felt it—the surge, the awareness, the raw heat as he’d caressed her in the courtyard. “Am I cured then? No more asthma?”
“No more asthma,” he said, mimicking the quiet awe in her tone.
Gratefulness swamped her. Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know what to say. I just…I mean, other than thank you.” Pressing her palm over her breastbone—the place it always hurt the most—she lost the battle. Free and clear. One hundred percent healed. No more struggling. Emotion escaped along with her tears. Droplets rolled over her bottom lashes and down her cheeks as she held his gaze. “Thank you, Tydrin. I can’t tell you…you have no idea how good it feels to breathe without pain. It was getting worse and I was so worried.”
Her voice cracked on the last word.
“Sweet, sweet lass.” Raising his hands, he cupped her face and urged her closer. She shuffled across the quilt, going without complaint, closing the distance, surrendering control. He hummed in appreciation. She whispered his name as he wiped her tears away. His gaze raked her face. Desire curled in the pit of her stomach. Her lips parted without prompting. Accepting the invitation, Tydrin leaned in and kissed her softly. Ivy moaned. Oh blessed day. Sweet soul-stealing calamity. He tasted good, like moonbeams, milk chocolate and deep, dark passion. Holding her immobile, he retreated enough to look at her. “Your pleasure is mine, Ivy. We may have just met, but you mean the world tae me. I will do whatever it takes tae keep you healthy and safe.”
Another round of tears threatened. Oh glory. How incredible. What an amazing thing to say. He was a revelation. A real
“I touched you?” He raised a brow.
She nodded.
Elbows bent, fingers laced behind his head, he studied her from beneath his dark lashes. The silence stretched, upping her tension as he sat up. Ivy slid backward another foot, heading for the edge of the mattress. He murmured a reassurance and stopped advancing in favor of sitting cross-legged in front of her.
“Sorry,” she whispered, feeling bad for retreating. “It’s not that I think you’ll hurt me or anything, but…” She swallowed, trailing off to gather her thoughts. “I just don’t know you very well.”
“’Tis all right, lass.” His mouth curved. “You’ve not hurt my feelings.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” she said, sarcasm out in full force.
He laughed.
Her stomach flip-flopped at the sound. So deep. So attractive. So enthralling that—Ivy frowned. Crap. Wrong thought. Bad libido, but…God. Tydrin was so freaking hot, his appeal flipped her switch, prompting all kind of naughty thoughts.
The kind a girl couldn’t ignore.
Ivy grimaced. Hot and bothered. Ready and willing. Talk about a terrible idea. Her inner sex kitten didn’t care. The little minx refused to give her a break, tossing out inappropriate suggestions that ended with her legs wrapped around Tydrin’s waist…every single time.
“Traitor,” Ivy muttered, struggling to subdue her out-of-control inner vixen.
Tydrin raised a brow. “What was that, lass?”
“Nothing.” Heat rose in her cheeks. Swallowing her embarrassment, Ivy dragged her mind out of the gutter and tipped her chin. “So about the magic?”
“Right,” he murmured, frowning a little. “’Tis hard to explain, but what you felt is not ordinary, Ivy. ’Tis unusual. A rare blending of energies for my kind. The strength of it allowed me to share my life-force with you. To target the weakness in your lungs and heal it.”
Her brows collided. Life force? Targeting of illnesses? Really? Struggling to piece it together, she sorted through the information he offered. All right. Maybe. She could buy it on some level. The energy exchange seemed plausible. She’d felt it—the surge, the awareness, the raw heat as he’d caressed her in the courtyard. “Am I cured then? No more asthma?”
“No more asthma,” he said, mimicking the quiet awe in her tone.
Gratefulness swamped her. Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know what to say. I just…I mean, other than thank you.” Pressing her palm over her breastbone—the place it always hurt the most—she lost the battle. Free and clear. One hundred percent healed. No more struggling. Emotion escaped along with her tears. Droplets rolled over her bottom lashes and down her cheeks as she held his gaze. “Thank you, Tydrin. I can’t tell you…you have no idea how good it feels to breathe without pain. It was getting worse and I was so worried.”
Her voice cracked on the last word.
“Sweet, sweet lass.” Raising his hands, he cupped her face and urged her closer. She shuffled across the quilt, going without complaint, closing the distance, surrendering control. He hummed in appreciation. She whispered his name as he wiped her tears away. His gaze raked her face. Desire curled in the pit of her stomach. Her lips parted without prompting. Accepting the invitation, Tydrin leaned in and kissed her softly. Ivy moaned. Oh blessed day. Sweet soul-stealing calamity. He tasted good, like moonbeams, milk chocolate and deep, dark passion. Holding her immobile, he retreated enough to look at her. “Your pleasure is mine, Ivy. We may have just met, but you mean the world tae me. I will do whatever it takes tae keep you healthy and safe.”
Another round of tears threatened. Oh glory. How incredible. What an amazing thing to say. He was a revelation. A real
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