herwhen her sanity returned. And what in heaven’s name would Ada think?
As if he sensed the indecision, his hand stilled on her arm. “Second thoughts?” he asked softly.
“I…can’t,” she whispered, searching his narrow eyes.
“I understand,” he murmured, glancing toward the door with a wry smile. “We’re not likely to be alone much longer.”
He thought it was because of Ada, and it didn’t really matter, did it? Whatever the reason, the result was going to be the same.
He looked back down at her and shifted so that the thick hair on his chest rubbed against her soft bareness; he smiled at her reaction.
“Like it?” he murmured arrogantly, and his hand came up to tease the softness under her arm, making her gasp.
“You have to stop that,” she told him in a halting tone.
“Do I?” He bent and brushed his mouth lightly over hers while his fingers toyed with the silken skin and edged slowly, relentlessly, toward the hardening nub that would tell him graphically how he was affecting her.
“Egan?” she whispered in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. Her fingers lifted, catching in his hair, and her body was no longer part of her. It was his, all his, and every inch of it was telling him so.
His nose rubbed against hers as his mouth brushed and lifted; and his fingers made nonsense of principles and morals and self-respect.
“Kati?” he whispered, sensuously. He nipped at her lower lip. “Kati, take my hand and put it where you want it.”
It was the most wildly erotic thing she’d ever heard or dreamed or thought. Helplessly, she reached out for his hand and carried it to the aching peak, and pressed it there.
“Oh, God,” she ground out, trembling, her face pressing into his hot throat, her body shuddering with the force of her own hunger.
“Silk,” he whispered, his own voice rough and unsteady. “You’re silk. So soft, so whisper-soft.” His mouth found hers and he kissed her so tenderly that tears welled in her eyes, while his hand cupped and his thumb caressed, and it was the sweetest ache in the world that he caused her.
And then, all at once, the bodice was back in place, the sheet was over her and she was lying, shaking, in the bed as he propped up pillows and set her against them like a big doll.
“Ada,” he ground out, handing her the cup with hands that trembled.
Her own trembled, and between them they just got it steady as Ada opened the door without knocking and came in yawning.
“Morning,” she murmured, grinning at them. “I’vegot breakfast. Bring your coffee with you. Thanks for taking it to her, Egan.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured, and went out without a backward glance.
“Bad mood again?” Ada grimaced. “I thought it might mellow him up if I sent him in with your coffee. I guess I goofed again. Well, hurry up and dress, I’ve got something special!” Ada added and went out the door laughing.
Kati sat there with tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks, so shaken and frustrated that she wanted to scream the roof down. She should have listened to Ada, she told herself. Ada had known what she didn’t—that Egan was relentless when he wanted something. And what he wanted now was Kati.
Chapter Six
A da had made fresh croissants—so light and flaky they could almost fly—and she had real butter to go on them. But Kati didn’t taste anything she ate. She felt as if she were in the throes of some terrible fever, and every time she glanced at Egan, it got worse.
He was wearing a shirt and his boots now, with his dark slacks, and he was still beautiful. Kati could hardly drag her eyes away.
“You must have been late last night,” Ada remarked to her brother. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I let myself be talked into going to a party after the show,” he muttered. “Damned bunch of freaks. It was like a drugstore in there.”
“You left,” Ada said with certainty.
“I left. And took Jennie with me. And she screamed
As if he sensed the indecision, his hand stilled on her arm. “Second thoughts?” he asked softly.
“I…can’t,” she whispered, searching his narrow eyes.
“I understand,” he murmured, glancing toward the door with a wry smile. “We’re not likely to be alone much longer.”
He thought it was because of Ada, and it didn’t really matter, did it? Whatever the reason, the result was going to be the same.
He looked back down at her and shifted so that the thick hair on his chest rubbed against her soft bareness; he smiled at her reaction.
“Like it?” he murmured arrogantly, and his hand came up to tease the softness under her arm, making her gasp.
“You have to stop that,” she told him in a halting tone.
“Do I?” He bent and brushed his mouth lightly over hers while his fingers toyed with the silken skin and edged slowly, relentlessly, toward the hardening nub that would tell him graphically how he was affecting her.
“Egan?” she whispered in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. Her fingers lifted, catching in his hair, and her body was no longer part of her. It was his, all his, and every inch of it was telling him so.
His nose rubbed against hers as his mouth brushed and lifted; and his fingers made nonsense of principles and morals and self-respect.
“Kati?” he whispered, sensuously. He nipped at her lower lip. “Kati, take my hand and put it where you want it.”
It was the most wildly erotic thing she’d ever heard or dreamed or thought. Helplessly, she reached out for his hand and carried it to the aching peak, and pressed it there.
“Oh, God,” she ground out, trembling, her face pressing into his hot throat, her body shuddering with the force of her own hunger.
“Silk,” he whispered, his own voice rough and unsteady. “You’re silk. So soft, so whisper-soft.” His mouth found hers and he kissed her so tenderly that tears welled in her eyes, while his hand cupped and his thumb caressed, and it was the sweetest ache in the world that he caused her.
And then, all at once, the bodice was back in place, the sheet was over her and she was lying, shaking, in the bed as he propped up pillows and set her against them like a big doll.
“Ada,” he ground out, handing her the cup with hands that trembled.
Her own trembled, and between them they just got it steady as Ada opened the door without knocking and came in yawning.
“Morning,” she murmured, grinning at them. “I’vegot breakfast. Bring your coffee with you. Thanks for taking it to her, Egan.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured, and went out without a backward glance.
“Bad mood again?” Ada grimaced. “I thought it might mellow him up if I sent him in with your coffee. I guess I goofed again. Well, hurry up and dress, I’ve got something special!” Ada added and went out the door laughing.
Kati sat there with tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks, so shaken and frustrated that she wanted to scream the roof down. She should have listened to Ada, she told herself. Ada had known what she didn’t—that Egan was relentless when he wanted something. And what he wanted now was Kati.
Chapter Six
A da had made fresh croissants—so light and flaky they could almost fly—and she had real butter to go on them. But Kati didn’t taste anything she ate. She felt as if she were in the throes of some terrible fever, and every time she glanced at Egan, it got worse.
He was wearing a shirt and his boots now, with his dark slacks, and he was still beautiful. Kati could hardly drag her eyes away.
“You must have been late last night,” Ada remarked to her brother. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I let myself be talked into going to a party after the show,” he muttered. “Damned bunch of freaks. It was like a drugstore in there.”
“You left,” Ada said with certainty.
“I left. And took Jennie with me. And she screamed
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