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still damp. Letting it air dry let the
natural waves come to life in the strands. If she used her control over water
to force the molecules from her hair, she could tame the locks it into a stick
straight mass. This morning, she’d been so focused on her art she’d forgotten
about drying her hair.
“I got those scars because a bomb
exploded near the building I was perched on, and shrapnel hit me in the face.”
He grasped her shoulder and caressed it with his thumb. “I was helpless to do
anything to help the humans… It was part of my punishment.”
A shudder racked his frame and traveled
through his hand into her shoulder. The London Blitz. So many had died, and for
him, a naturally protective male, to be forced to do nothing...
Callie set her book aside and clambered
over his legs until she sat on his lap facing him. Grey sparks lit and died in
his eyes, moving through his irises in lazy spirals. He barely breathed. She
coiled her arms around his back, legs around his waist, and laid her head on
his shoulder. There was nothing she could think to say to ease his pain. Even
the curiosity to know what he’d been punished for was squashed in the face of
his torment. Every muscle in his body rigid, his hands fisted on his knees,
Theo trembled every now and then but didn’t make a sound.
She made circles on his back with her
palms, eventually moving them under the lower hem of his shirt so that they had
skin on skin contact. The bristly stubble on his jaw poked her lips, but she
kissed him anyway, pressed her mouth to his neck and face, offering comfort
with her acceptance. If her body could help heal the open wound of his heart,
she’d gladly give it.
When she reached his mouth, he released
a strangled cry and wrenched his face to the side. Instead of following, she
changed direction and gave her attention to the column of his neck and ears.
The huge muscles in his back provided a landscape she didn’t think she’d ever
tire of exploring.
A thought exploded out of the place
she’d tried to ignore all morning. When she’d first begun the sketch of his
face, she hadn’t realized the feelings growing in her heart, despite the long
moments the day before in bed. It’d been easy to dismiss this morning when she
woke up alone.
Two days left.
None of this had been in her plans.
Seducing Theo presented a challenge, and she’d taken it. Now, she knew she had
a new hurdle to overcome—convincing him that the fun-loving nymph he’d brought
home for no-strings-attached sex would be the perfect lover and mate for him.
For forever.
She returned to his jaw and worked her
way over to his mouth. The tight line of his lips would discourage a less
determined conqueror. Nibbles, licks, probes of her tongue failed to make
progress. Her palms strafed over his back, higher than before, until she
encountered something rough and sticky high on his shoulders.
He cried out in pain and crushed her to
his chest. Hot liquid surged out of his back and across her flesh.
“Theo, what’s wrong with your back?” She
extracted one of her hands and stared at it in horror. Blood coated her fingers
and palm, racing down in a thin rivulet to her wrist.
He clutched her tighter and shook his
head, the iron hard brace of his arms caging her in. Yet, for all his power, he
did not harm her. Somehow, he controlled his body and the obvious urge to bury
his pain in the press of their flesh.
“Please tell me what happened.”
“It’s an old injury that reopened last
night.” His gruff whisper caressed her ear.
A shiver chased over her skin when he
took her lobe between his lips and sucked on it.
“We need to bandage it.” Oh gods, it had
to have something to do with that other grotesque he’d mentioned. The one on
the roof.
“No.” He licked his way to the top of
her ear and pulled back far enough to gain the space necessary to claim her
lips in a deep kiss.
All thought fled her mind, drowned in the
texture of his tongue on hers,
natural waves come to life in the strands. If she used her control over water
to force the molecules from her hair, she could tame the locks it into a stick
straight mass. This morning, she’d been so focused on her art she’d forgotten
about drying her hair.
“I got those scars because a bomb
exploded near the building I was perched on, and shrapnel hit me in the face.”
He grasped her shoulder and caressed it with his thumb. “I was helpless to do
anything to help the humans… It was part of my punishment.”
A shudder racked his frame and traveled
through his hand into her shoulder. The London Blitz. So many had died, and for
him, a naturally protective male, to be forced to do nothing...
Callie set her book aside and clambered
over his legs until she sat on his lap facing him. Grey sparks lit and died in
his eyes, moving through his irises in lazy spirals. He barely breathed. She
coiled her arms around his back, legs around his waist, and laid her head on
his shoulder. There was nothing she could think to say to ease his pain. Even
the curiosity to know what he’d been punished for was squashed in the face of
his torment. Every muscle in his body rigid, his hands fisted on his knees,
Theo trembled every now and then but didn’t make a sound.
She made circles on his back with her
palms, eventually moving them under the lower hem of his shirt so that they had
skin on skin contact. The bristly stubble on his jaw poked her lips, but she
kissed him anyway, pressed her mouth to his neck and face, offering comfort
with her acceptance. If her body could help heal the open wound of his heart,
she’d gladly give it.
When she reached his mouth, he released
a strangled cry and wrenched his face to the side. Instead of following, she
changed direction and gave her attention to the column of his neck and ears.
The huge muscles in his back provided a landscape she didn’t think she’d ever
tire of exploring.
A thought exploded out of the place
she’d tried to ignore all morning. When she’d first begun the sketch of his
face, she hadn’t realized the feelings growing in her heart, despite the long
moments the day before in bed. It’d been easy to dismiss this morning when she
woke up alone.
Two days left.
None of this had been in her plans.
Seducing Theo presented a challenge, and she’d taken it. Now, she knew she had
a new hurdle to overcome—convincing him that the fun-loving nymph he’d brought
home for no-strings-attached sex would be the perfect lover and mate for him.
For forever.
She returned to his jaw and worked her
way over to his mouth. The tight line of his lips would discourage a less
determined conqueror. Nibbles, licks, probes of her tongue failed to make
progress. Her palms strafed over his back, higher than before, until she
encountered something rough and sticky high on his shoulders.
He cried out in pain and crushed her to
his chest. Hot liquid surged out of his back and across her flesh.
“Theo, what’s wrong with your back?” She
extracted one of her hands and stared at it in horror. Blood coated her fingers
and palm, racing down in a thin rivulet to her wrist.
He clutched her tighter and shook his
head, the iron hard brace of his arms caging her in. Yet, for all his power, he
did not harm her. Somehow, he controlled his body and the obvious urge to bury
his pain in the press of their flesh.
“Please tell me what happened.”
“It’s an old injury that reopened last
night.” His gruff whisper caressed her ear.
A shiver chased over her skin when he
took her lobe between his lips and sucked on it.
“We need to bandage it.” Oh gods, it had
to have something to do with that other grotesque he’d mentioned. The one on
the roof.
“No.” He licked his way to the top of
her ear and pulled back far enough to gain the space necessary to claim her
lips in a deep kiss.
All thought fled her mind, drowned in the
texture of his tongue on hers,
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