scientist. Oohh, she was getting seriously
flustered thinking about it.
She clenched her legs together and willed
away the volcano threatening to erupt. Never before had she had an orgasm
without touching herself but she was so damned close it was sending her body
into overdrive. Think boring, flowers in the field, a cool stream over rounded
pebbles, anything but running her tongue over the stunning body standing in
front of her.
Rhian tried to keep her thoughts to herself
and not act as though she was desperate for her next sexual encounter as they
ate dinner, but it was a struggle. Every time Red lifted his fork to his mouth
her gaze followed it. She panted softly and had to stifle the soft noises
rising from her throat. Her skin was on fire and small jolts of electricity
sparked in her most sensitive spots. If he didn't look like he was interested
in making a move on her soon she would clear the table in one foul swoop and
crawl into his lap, her claws out ready for the kill.
“What did your brother mean when he said
'did I know about you'?”
“Oh, nothing really. Fergus tends to go on.
You know what boys are like .” Rhian suddenly found interest in digging
her fingers into her thighs, avoiding his gaze. His question shook her and she
wasn't prepared to let go of her sexual high to give him a serious answer, not
just at this present moment in time.
Why didn't I tell him the truth? Because
his ancestors probably burned mine at the stake, that's why. You can't make
someone as scientific as him believe in something as strange as me. Fuck ,fuck,
fuck.
Rhian jumped up and took her plate to the
kitchen counter. She was jittery and now she had probably made the biggest fuck
up in this very green, so desperately needed relationship. The Fates would kill
her if she didn't pull through with this one. She scraped her plate clean and
after rinsing it, she put it in the dishwasher.
She turned back to the table and smiled at
Red. “Can I get you a coffee or another glass of wine?”
“Coffee would be great.” He made to stand
and help her.
“No, sit please.” Rhian raced forward, took
his plate and pressed her hand on his shoulder to make him stay seated. He
looked up at her and a flood of longing shot through her. With a muffled moan,
she turned from him and put on the coffee.
To keep her hands busy she fussed over the
cups and tried to make light conversation. “Did you grow up in the Bay Area,
Red?”
He looked at her, blinking slowly. “Uh
yeah, I did. In the house I live in now actually.” He laughed short and almost
bitter. “Sad to think you never leave the nest, isn't it?”
“Oh, I don't think so. Look at me for
instance. I still live in our original family home.” She poured two cups and
returned to sit opposite him at the table. “I was born in this house. My Mam
moved here when she married Da. They couldn't afford a place of their own so
they lived with Gram.”
He toyed with the handle on the mug and
Rhian held hands tightly on her lap to stop herself from grabbing his hands and
pulling them to her body.
“It's funny how a date can go from warm to
freezing cold when someone finds out I live at home. I mean, now my folks are
dead, there’s only me but before they were killed I was happy to live there
too. I guess most girls want you to have your own condo and freedom.” He took a
sip of coffee. “It just made sense to stay there, you know? I mean, we worked
together and put in long hours most of the time. We didn't have much in the way
of down time because we spent it all at work. I didn't see the point of moving
out when I had everything I wanted all along.”
“And what about your folks then, Red? Did
they want to keep you under the same roof as them?”
“Yes. Dad and I lived and breathed our
work, and Mum was pretty involved too. We didn't really have much of a social
life unless it was part of the promotion side.” His lips tightened and he shook
his head. “My mother loved to
flustered thinking about it.
She clenched her legs together and willed
away the volcano threatening to erupt. Never before had she had an orgasm
without touching herself but she was so damned close it was sending her body
into overdrive. Think boring, flowers in the field, a cool stream over rounded
pebbles, anything but running her tongue over the stunning body standing in
front of her.
Rhian tried to keep her thoughts to herself
and not act as though she was desperate for her next sexual encounter as they
ate dinner, but it was a struggle. Every time Red lifted his fork to his mouth
her gaze followed it. She panted softly and had to stifle the soft noises
rising from her throat. Her skin was on fire and small jolts of electricity
sparked in her most sensitive spots. If he didn't look like he was interested
in making a move on her soon she would clear the table in one foul swoop and
crawl into his lap, her claws out ready for the kill.
“What did your brother mean when he said
'did I know about you'?”
“Oh, nothing really. Fergus tends to go on.
You know what boys are like .” Rhian suddenly found interest in digging
her fingers into her thighs, avoiding his gaze. His question shook her and she
wasn't prepared to let go of her sexual high to give him a serious answer, not
just at this present moment in time.
Why didn't I tell him the truth? Because
his ancestors probably burned mine at the stake, that's why. You can't make
someone as scientific as him believe in something as strange as me. Fuck ,fuck,
fuck.
Rhian jumped up and took her plate to the
kitchen counter. She was jittery and now she had probably made the biggest fuck
up in this very green, so desperately needed relationship. The Fates would kill
her if she didn't pull through with this one. She scraped her plate clean and
after rinsing it, she put it in the dishwasher.
She turned back to the table and smiled at
Red. “Can I get you a coffee or another glass of wine?”
“Coffee would be great.” He made to stand
and help her.
“No, sit please.” Rhian raced forward, took
his plate and pressed her hand on his shoulder to make him stay seated. He
looked up at her and a flood of longing shot through her. With a muffled moan,
she turned from him and put on the coffee.
To keep her hands busy she fussed over the
cups and tried to make light conversation. “Did you grow up in the Bay Area,
Red?”
He looked at her, blinking slowly. “Uh
yeah, I did. In the house I live in now actually.” He laughed short and almost
bitter. “Sad to think you never leave the nest, isn't it?”
“Oh, I don't think so. Look at me for
instance. I still live in our original family home.” She poured two cups and
returned to sit opposite him at the table. “I was born in this house. My Mam
moved here when she married Da. They couldn't afford a place of their own so
they lived with Gram.”
He toyed with the handle on the mug and
Rhian held hands tightly on her lap to stop herself from grabbing his hands and
pulling them to her body.
“It's funny how a date can go from warm to
freezing cold when someone finds out I live at home. I mean, now my folks are
dead, there’s only me but before they were killed I was happy to live there
too. I guess most girls want you to have your own condo and freedom.” He took a
sip of coffee. “It just made sense to stay there, you know? I mean, we worked
together and put in long hours most of the time. We didn't have much in the way
of down time because we spent it all at work. I didn't see the point of moving
out when I had everything I wanted all along.”
“And what about your folks then, Red? Did
they want to keep you under the same roof as them?”
“Yes. Dad and I lived and breathed our
work, and Mum was pretty involved too. We didn't really have much of a social
life unless it was part of the promotion side.” His lips tightened and he shook
his head. “My mother loved to
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