DNA, and it manifested in every languid, graceful move of his body and in those dark, intelligent eyes.
This was a man who’d had a whole lot of sex and he really, really liked it. And why wouldn’t he? By the time he hit puberty, every female he met and probably several of the males would have fallen over in invitation the moment they laid eyes on him.
And she was not immune either to his particularly potent brand of alchemy.
She had not felt sexual interest or desire in over three years. She had really been okay with the thought that perhaps that part of her life was over, which made it doubly shocking to have her sexuality come roaring back to life like a lit match thrown on a lake of kerosene. Heat washed through her body, and she could tell by his small smile that he knew it. He would be able to tell by her scent she was attracted to him.
The final sucker punch? He was so goddamn young.
Goddamn. Young .
Good Christ, even taking into account that he was Wyr and not human, she was fairly confident that he was somewhere in his mid-twenties.
Which meant she was a good fifteen years older than he was.
Fifteen years. It was actually, physically possible that she might be old enough to be his mother.
She turned away. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She looked down at them. They were shaking. She clenched them into fists and willed the shaking to stop.
“Jackson said you went out to the bars,” he said. With that slight touch of accent, his voice was just like the rest of him, low and dark and sinful like melted chocolate.
What happened to that insulation she had worked so hard to maintain for the last few years? It had been stripped away by the desert sun and an animal’s suffering, and now she felt raw and critically vulnerable. She had to clench her teeth a moment before she could reply.
“I bought you—us—some time,” she said.
“How?” He was light on his feet and so silent she didn’t even know that he had moved until she heard the fridge door open. “Mind if I have some of this tea?”
“Help yourself.” Having gotten herself marginally under more control, she turned around. His immense back was still marred with faint marks where the skin was newly healed, and a shadow of muscle rippled as he twisted the cap off the bottle of tea and tilted his head back to drink. His skin would be warm. She wondered if it was as silken as it looked, and she closed her eyes against the sight. She remembered he had asked her a question, and she told him, “I attracted the attention of Bradshaw Junior and company.”
In the next instant, she felt his hands close over her shoulders. God, he was so fast. His grip was very large and strong. If anyone else had grabbed her like that, she would have put them on the floor, but she didn’t do that this time. Instead, she just opened her eyes.
He looked tense, dark gaze concerned. “What did they do?”
“They were working themselves up to come after you,” she said. “I was worried they might try something like that. The sandstorm had blown in, the phone lines were down, and you were too bad off to travel. I had no idea Jackson would become so innovative, and scare up some healing potion. So I got them alone, and I broke some bones.”
“Broke some bones,” he said. His face went blank.
She smiled. “Someone should find them before morning. If they aren’t headed to the nearest ER by now, they will be soon. Luis, they are out of commission. That will draw attention from Bradshaw Senior, which will probably make things worse in the long run, but with cell reception and landlines down, someone will have to drive the news out. I also expect that Rodriguez will show up here sooner or later, but I figured it was the right price to pay, so that you, Jackson and his poker buddies would be safe for the night. I wouldn’t want to relax too much in case Rodriguez gets extra enthusiastic, but I think things should be quiet enough until
This was a man who’d had a whole lot of sex and he really, really liked it. And why wouldn’t he? By the time he hit puberty, every female he met and probably several of the males would have fallen over in invitation the moment they laid eyes on him.
And she was not immune either to his particularly potent brand of alchemy.
She had not felt sexual interest or desire in over three years. She had really been okay with the thought that perhaps that part of her life was over, which made it doubly shocking to have her sexuality come roaring back to life like a lit match thrown on a lake of kerosene. Heat washed through her body, and she could tell by his small smile that he knew it. He would be able to tell by her scent she was attracted to him.
The final sucker punch? He was so goddamn young.
Goddamn. Young .
Good Christ, even taking into account that he was Wyr and not human, she was fairly confident that he was somewhere in his mid-twenties.
Which meant she was a good fifteen years older than he was.
Fifteen years. It was actually, physically possible that she might be old enough to be his mother.
She turned away. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She looked down at them. They were shaking. She clenched them into fists and willed the shaking to stop.
“Jackson said you went out to the bars,” he said. With that slight touch of accent, his voice was just like the rest of him, low and dark and sinful like melted chocolate.
What happened to that insulation she had worked so hard to maintain for the last few years? It had been stripped away by the desert sun and an animal’s suffering, and now she felt raw and critically vulnerable. She had to clench her teeth a moment before she could reply.
“I bought you—us—some time,” she said.
“How?” He was light on his feet and so silent she didn’t even know that he had moved until she heard the fridge door open. “Mind if I have some of this tea?”
“Help yourself.” Having gotten herself marginally under more control, she turned around. His immense back was still marred with faint marks where the skin was newly healed, and a shadow of muscle rippled as he twisted the cap off the bottle of tea and tilted his head back to drink. His skin would be warm. She wondered if it was as silken as it looked, and she closed her eyes against the sight. She remembered he had asked her a question, and she told him, “I attracted the attention of Bradshaw Junior and company.”
In the next instant, she felt his hands close over her shoulders. God, he was so fast. His grip was very large and strong. If anyone else had grabbed her like that, she would have put them on the floor, but she didn’t do that this time. Instead, she just opened her eyes.
He looked tense, dark gaze concerned. “What did they do?”
“They were working themselves up to come after you,” she said. “I was worried they might try something like that. The sandstorm had blown in, the phone lines were down, and you were too bad off to travel. I had no idea Jackson would become so innovative, and scare up some healing potion. So I got them alone, and I broke some bones.”
“Broke some bones,” he said. His face went blank.
She smiled. “Someone should find them before morning. If they aren’t headed to the nearest ER by now, they will be soon. Luis, they are out of commission. That will draw attention from Bradshaw Senior, which will probably make things worse in the long run, but with cell reception and landlines down, someone will have to drive the news out. I also expect that Rodriguez will show up here sooner or later, but I figured it was the right price to pay, so that you, Jackson and his poker buddies would be safe for the night. I wouldn’t want to relax too much in case Rodriguez gets extra enthusiastic, but I think things should be quiet enough until
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