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cabin. Complete with a door, their new dwelling awaited. Now he just needed to use a bit of magic to fix up the inside. Conjuring up a hearth, table, and chairs, as well as a separate room for Tempest to sleep in, he smiled to himself, pleased with his efforts.
Sky light from above grew dimmer by the minute. It would be dark soon. Unaware of where Rogue and Tempest were, he swung his gaze to the spot where he’d left them.
Her green eyes watched him intently while she rested against Rogue.
For some reason, he felt embarrassed…an emotion that didn’t come over him often. She took his breath away, sitting there like a wood nymph, staring at him. Perhaps glaring at him would be the better description.
In one fluid motion, she stood and marched toward him, definitely upset. Ryder crossed his large arms over his chest and fanned his wings out to the sides. That should scare her just a bit, he thought, but she surprised him with her bravery as she kept coming his way.
She stumbled in the soft moss, almost landing on his feet. Righting herself, she stood in front of him looking up into his face, crossed her arms in deliberate motions over her chest, and gave him a wicked grin before she kicked him in the shin.
He hadn’t been prepared for that. Even in gargoyle form, it smarted.
“I told you not to touch me…ever!” she yelled up at him.
Had he heard her correctly? “Are you daft? You most certainly must be,” he responded shaking his head.
“Are you calling me stupid?”
“Well, Ice Princess, if the shoe fits…” he answered with a cocky smile.
“Ohh!” Tempest shouted, and stepped forward to punch him in the leg. “You are an arrogant beast! Do you hear me?”
Realization struck him harder than a bolt of lightning.
Does she not realize what she’s just done?
He stood still staring down at her waiting for her to understand.
“See what I mean?” She continued on her rampage. “You’re just standing there with a stupid look on your face.”
Finally, he gathered his thoughts enough to speak. “It’s not okay for me to touch you, but it is okay for you to touch me?”
Now she moved her hands to her hips. “What are you talking…about…?”
He watched the reality of what she done wash over her face. She staggered a step back and fell on her butt, looking at the hand she’d hit him with.
Chapter Nine
Tempest’s heart raced, and her breathing matched the tempo.
What just happened?
She’d touched him seconds ago, and she was still awake…nothing happened.
She had been angry when she first awoke to find herself dressed. He’d seen her with no clothing on, and dressed her. Flashbacks came to her, but none of them overwhelmed her to the point where she’d pass out. She found herself staring at the garment he’d clothed her with.
Slowly, the visions came to her. He trained, fought for fun, and visited a place called the Transportbar. But what caught her off guard were his hidden emotions. He’d been aroused…by her.
Heat flooded to her cheeks, and her stomach did a flip as she looked back up at him. By now, he’d squatted down in front of her only a few feet away.
Gods, he’s sexy .
Not that she really knew much about that. It didn’t matter what form he was in—he made her hot inside and out.
I actually touched him and stayed conscious.
Tempest pushed herself forward and onto all fours. Unable to reason, she stalked toward him on hands and knees. Soon, she found herself between his massive thighs while he squatted in front of her. Carefully, she stood to her full height. Her mouth was level with his ripped torso. Excitement danced through her body, setting her on fire. She wanted to touch him. She had to touch him.
She tilted her head up, searching for his face. He continued to stay perfectly still, just like the gargoyle he was. His eyes burned with desire and unspoken caution. Slowly, she unclenched her fists and licked her lips. The anticipation was crippling. Ever so
Sky light from above grew dimmer by the minute. It would be dark soon. Unaware of where Rogue and Tempest were, he swung his gaze to the spot where he’d left them.
Her green eyes watched him intently while she rested against Rogue.
For some reason, he felt embarrassed…an emotion that didn’t come over him often. She took his breath away, sitting there like a wood nymph, staring at him. Perhaps glaring at him would be the better description.
In one fluid motion, she stood and marched toward him, definitely upset. Ryder crossed his large arms over his chest and fanned his wings out to the sides. That should scare her just a bit, he thought, but she surprised him with her bravery as she kept coming his way.
She stumbled in the soft moss, almost landing on his feet. Righting herself, she stood in front of him looking up into his face, crossed her arms in deliberate motions over her chest, and gave him a wicked grin before she kicked him in the shin.
He hadn’t been prepared for that. Even in gargoyle form, it smarted.
“I told you not to touch me…ever!” she yelled up at him.
Had he heard her correctly? “Are you daft? You most certainly must be,” he responded shaking his head.
“Are you calling me stupid?”
“Well, Ice Princess, if the shoe fits…” he answered with a cocky smile.
“Ohh!” Tempest shouted, and stepped forward to punch him in the leg. “You are an arrogant beast! Do you hear me?”
Realization struck him harder than a bolt of lightning.
Does she not realize what she’s just done?
He stood still staring down at her waiting for her to understand.
“See what I mean?” She continued on her rampage. “You’re just standing there with a stupid look on your face.”
Finally, he gathered his thoughts enough to speak. “It’s not okay for me to touch you, but it is okay for you to touch me?”
Now she moved her hands to her hips. “What are you talking…about…?”
He watched the reality of what she done wash over her face. She staggered a step back and fell on her butt, looking at the hand she’d hit him with.
Chapter Nine
Tempest’s heart raced, and her breathing matched the tempo.
What just happened?
She’d touched him seconds ago, and she was still awake…nothing happened.
She had been angry when she first awoke to find herself dressed. He’d seen her with no clothing on, and dressed her. Flashbacks came to her, but none of them overwhelmed her to the point where she’d pass out. She found herself staring at the garment he’d clothed her with.
Slowly, the visions came to her. He trained, fought for fun, and visited a place called the Transportbar. But what caught her off guard were his hidden emotions. He’d been aroused…by her.
Heat flooded to her cheeks, and her stomach did a flip as she looked back up at him. By now, he’d squatted down in front of her only a few feet away.
Gods, he’s sexy .
Not that she really knew much about that. It didn’t matter what form he was in—he made her hot inside and out.
I actually touched him and stayed conscious.
Tempest pushed herself forward and onto all fours. Unable to reason, she stalked toward him on hands and knees. Soon, she found herself between his massive thighs while he squatted in front of her. Carefully, she stood to her full height. Her mouth was level with his ripped torso. Excitement danced through her body, setting her on fire. She wanted to touch him. She had to touch him.
She tilted her head up, searching for his face. He continued to stay perfectly still, just like the gargoyle he was. His eyes burned with desire and unspoken caution. Slowly, she unclenched her fists and licked her lips. The anticipation was crippling. Ever so
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