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work in. There he sat looking just like
her
Aedan, clad in crimson and black and no shirt. His upper body glistened with a faint sheen of sweat as he perched as close to the fire as he could get.
“You wouldn’t understand any of it,” she said coolly.
“Understand what?” he said angrily. “I understand many things.”
“You wouldn’t understand what I write about,” she goaded. “I write about human things, things you couldn’t possibly understand. Remember, you’re not human,” she pressed. “By the way,” she added sweetly, “have you figured out yet what you actually
are
?” There, she thought smugly, he looked incensed. Her Aedan was a proud man and didn’t like to be belittled. Over the past week he’d begun to display resentment toward anything resembling a direct order, which pleased her and made her suspect that he would defy her outright, were she to issue a firm command.
Anger and confusion warred behind his eyes. “I have been laboring with other humans. You doona know what I can and can’t understand.”
“
Never
read my stories,” she said sternly. “They are private. It’s none of your business, Aedan.”
“So long as I am laird of this castle, everything is my—” He broke off with a stricken expression.
“Laird of this castle?” she echoed, searching his gaze. He hadn’t even bothered to chastise her for calling him “Aedan.”
He stared into her eyes a long moment, then said stiffly, “I meant that the villagers think I am, so if you’re to live here, in what they think is my castle, you should abide by that perception, too. Or find another place to live, lass. That’s all I meant,” he snapped, then pushed himself angrily up from his chair. But at the doorway, he cast a glance over his shoulder so full of frustrated longing, so rife with desire, that it sent a shiver up her spine. It was plain to see that he was beginning to feel all the things he’d once felt, but couldn’t understand them.
Much later, Jane scooped up her papers in one arm and Sexpot in the other. She knew
exactly
which scene of the manuscript she was working on to inadvertently leave lying about tomorrow.
Ten
The first time he kissed her slowly, brushing his lips lightly back and forth, creating a delicious sensual friction, until hers parted, yielding utterly. The second, deeper, even more intimately, and the third so possessively that it made her dizzy. His silky tongue tangled with hers. He fitted his mouth so completely over hers that she could scarcely breathe. If a kiss could speak, his was purring, “You are mine forever.”
Subsequent kisses blended, wet and hot and intoxicating, one into another until her head was reeling. She trembled, burning with the scorching heat of desire
.
She whimpered when he traced the curve of her jaw, down her neck to the top of her breast. His touch evoked a blend of lassitude and adrenaline that made her feel strong and weak at the same time. Soft and supple, yet close to aggression. Hot and needy and achy
.
His aquamarine eyes promised lovemaking that would strip bare far more than her body. Gently slipping the sleeves of her gown from her shoulders, he bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. The chilly air coupled with the molten promise in his eyes made her breasts feel tight and achy. When he lowered his dark head and captured a pouty nipple in his mouth, she whimpered with pleasure. When he buried his face between her breasts, slipping her gown down over her hips, she pressed her honeyed womanhood against him, clinging
.
His lips seared her sensitive skin. He scattered light kisses across her tummy, nipping and nibbling, then dropping to his knees before her
.
She could barely stand, her knees so weak with desire, and when his hot tongue pressed to her hotter flesh, lapping sweetly at her passion juices most private heat, she nearly screamed with the exquisiteness of it
.
Jane stood in the doorway of the great hall, a smile curving her lips,
her
Aedan, clad in crimson and black and no shirt. His upper body glistened with a faint sheen of sweat as he perched as close to the fire as he could get.
“You wouldn’t understand any of it,” she said coolly.
“Understand what?” he said angrily. “I understand many things.”
“You wouldn’t understand what I write about,” she goaded. “I write about human things, things you couldn’t possibly understand. Remember, you’re not human,” she pressed. “By the way,” she added sweetly, “have you figured out yet what you actually
are
?” There, she thought smugly, he looked incensed. Her Aedan was a proud man and didn’t like to be belittled. Over the past week he’d begun to display resentment toward anything resembling a direct order, which pleased her and made her suspect that he would defy her outright, were she to issue a firm command.
Anger and confusion warred behind his eyes. “I have been laboring with other humans. You doona know what I can and can’t understand.”
“
Never
read my stories,” she said sternly. “They are private. It’s none of your business, Aedan.”
“So long as I am laird of this castle, everything is my—” He broke off with a stricken expression.
“Laird of this castle?” she echoed, searching his gaze. He hadn’t even bothered to chastise her for calling him “Aedan.”
He stared into her eyes a long moment, then said stiffly, “I meant that the villagers think I am, so if you’re to live here, in what they think is my castle, you should abide by that perception, too. Or find another place to live, lass. That’s all I meant,” he snapped, then pushed himself angrily up from his chair. But at the doorway, he cast a glance over his shoulder so full of frustrated longing, so rife with desire, that it sent a shiver up her spine. It was plain to see that he was beginning to feel all the things he’d once felt, but couldn’t understand them.
Much later, Jane scooped up her papers in one arm and Sexpot in the other. She knew
exactly
which scene of the manuscript she was working on to inadvertently leave lying about tomorrow.
Ten
The first time he kissed her slowly, brushing his lips lightly back and forth, creating a delicious sensual friction, until hers parted, yielding utterly. The second, deeper, even more intimately, and the third so possessively that it made her dizzy. His silky tongue tangled with hers. He fitted his mouth so completely over hers that she could scarcely breathe. If a kiss could speak, his was purring, “You are mine forever.”
Subsequent kisses blended, wet and hot and intoxicating, one into another until her head was reeling. She trembled, burning with the scorching heat of desire
.
She whimpered when he traced the curve of her jaw, down her neck to the top of her breast. His touch evoked a blend of lassitude and adrenaline that made her feel strong and weak at the same time. Soft and supple, yet close to aggression. Hot and needy and achy
.
His aquamarine eyes promised lovemaking that would strip bare far more than her body. Gently slipping the sleeves of her gown from her shoulders, he bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. The chilly air coupled with the molten promise in his eyes made her breasts feel tight and achy. When he lowered his dark head and captured a pouty nipple in his mouth, she whimpered with pleasure. When he buried his face between her breasts, slipping her gown down over her hips, she pressed her honeyed womanhood against him, clinging
.
His lips seared her sensitive skin. He scattered light kisses across her tummy, nipping and nibbling, then dropping to his knees before her
.
She could barely stand, her knees so weak with desire, and when his hot tongue pressed to her hotter flesh, lapping sweetly at her passion juices most private heat, she nearly screamed with the exquisiteness of it
.
Jane stood in the doorway of the great hall, a smile curving her lips,
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