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She had a bump and a slight gash on her temple. Not life-threatening, but it needed tending.
If he were a decent man, he’d be more concerned with making her comfortable and seeing to her needs instead of wanting to fuck her.
But he’d never claimed to be a decent man. He was a hard man with rough ways.
He’d learned to fight for what he wanted and he wanted Roxanne with a fierce longing that threatened to choke him.
His pulse pounded in his temple as he watched her. She was a miracle and his first inclination was to snatch her away and lock her in the tower room, pleasuring her until she couldn’t even think of leaving him.
He dragged a hand though his hair and huffed out a deep breath. If he did that, he’d be no better than his older brothers had been. He’d be an animal. Old hurts rose to the fore as he remembered his sister and his mother. He’d been unable to protect them as much as he’d wanted. But he could protect Roxanne from anyone who dared to try to hurt her. He could also protect her from himself.
Slowly, he removed his hand from her leg and sat back to give her some space.
Roxanne’s mouth was open and he could see the shock in her eyes. And no wonder.
He’d barely met her and he’d told her in very graphic details what he wanted to do to her. What woman wouldn’t be afraid? Especially one who was already on the run from a man.
He almost growled at the thought of her ex-husband hurting her. Radnor wanted to meet the man who would do such a thing and make him pay for his crimes. Roxanne didn’t know him, didn’t understand that he’d never hurt her. The problem was he had only three days to make her understand, to get her to want to stay.
He stood abruptly and held out his hand. “Come. I will take you inside. You can bathe and have your head injury tended to. Then you will eat and rest before you meet my brother.”
“Brother.” Her word was little more than a whisper. Her eyes grew larger as her face got paler. “Is he about your size with brown hair and two skinny braids framing either side of his face?”
Radnor nodded.
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“I really am dreaming.” She sounded more bemused than afraid, for which he was grateful. He hated to do anything to make her fearful, but he couldn’t allow her to go on lying to herself.
“No. You’re not dreaming, Roxanne. The tapestry is magic. It has brought you to the land of Javara. You are not the first woman it has brought to our world. It has been going on for generations. Here, woman are scarce and are treasured. Brothers compete to win the right to marry a woman. Only one brother can marry her and claim her children as his own. The other brothers get one night a week in her bed and vow to take care of her if her husband dies. There are no more than three brothers to a woman.
There is only Sednar and myself. And he will want you as much as I do.” 39
Chapter Five
Roxanne’s head was spinning. One minute Radnor was kissing her senseless. The next he’d pulled away and was looking more fierce than ever as he told a crazy tale of a magic tapestry, a strange world and brothers who competed for a woman’s affection.
Did she believe any of this? For a dream, it was damn real. Her head throbbed from her fall. Her breasts and her pussy ached with sexual need. Her leg still tingled from where he’d touched her and her lips felt swollen and damp from his kisses. She’d gone from fighting for her life to being immersed in sexual pleasure.
In some ways it wasn’t so far-fetched. One intense emotion had been swapped for another. Fleeing from death made her want to celebrate life in the most elemental way.
That was a very human and natural reaction. And since it was her dream, she’d much rather be kissing a hunk like Radnor than fighting with her ex for her life.
But the things he’d said to her. She lifted her hand and fanned her face, feeling the heat climbing over it. He’d been quite explicit about what he wanted to do to
If he were a decent man, he’d be more concerned with making her comfortable and seeing to her needs instead of wanting to fuck her.
But he’d never claimed to be a decent man. He was a hard man with rough ways.
He’d learned to fight for what he wanted and he wanted Roxanne with a fierce longing that threatened to choke him.
His pulse pounded in his temple as he watched her. She was a miracle and his first inclination was to snatch her away and lock her in the tower room, pleasuring her until she couldn’t even think of leaving him.
He dragged a hand though his hair and huffed out a deep breath. If he did that, he’d be no better than his older brothers had been. He’d be an animal. Old hurts rose to the fore as he remembered his sister and his mother. He’d been unable to protect them as much as he’d wanted. But he could protect Roxanne from anyone who dared to try to hurt her. He could also protect her from himself.
Slowly, he removed his hand from her leg and sat back to give her some space.
Roxanne’s mouth was open and he could see the shock in her eyes. And no wonder.
He’d barely met her and he’d told her in very graphic details what he wanted to do to her. What woman wouldn’t be afraid? Especially one who was already on the run from a man.
He almost growled at the thought of her ex-husband hurting her. Radnor wanted to meet the man who would do such a thing and make him pay for his crimes. Roxanne didn’t know him, didn’t understand that he’d never hurt her. The problem was he had only three days to make her understand, to get her to want to stay.
He stood abruptly and held out his hand. “Come. I will take you inside. You can bathe and have your head injury tended to. Then you will eat and rest before you meet my brother.”
“Brother.” Her word was little more than a whisper. Her eyes grew larger as her face got paler. “Is he about your size with brown hair and two skinny braids framing either side of his face?”
Radnor nodded.
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“I really am dreaming.” She sounded more bemused than afraid, for which he was grateful. He hated to do anything to make her fearful, but he couldn’t allow her to go on lying to herself.
“No. You’re not dreaming, Roxanne. The tapestry is magic. It has brought you to the land of Javara. You are not the first woman it has brought to our world. It has been going on for generations. Here, woman are scarce and are treasured. Brothers compete to win the right to marry a woman. Only one brother can marry her and claim her children as his own. The other brothers get one night a week in her bed and vow to take care of her if her husband dies. There are no more than three brothers to a woman.
There is only Sednar and myself. And he will want you as much as I do.” 39
Chapter Five
Roxanne’s head was spinning. One minute Radnor was kissing her senseless. The next he’d pulled away and was looking more fierce than ever as he told a crazy tale of a magic tapestry, a strange world and brothers who competed for a woman’s affection.
Did she believe any of this? For a dream, it was damn real. Her head throbbed from her fall. Her breasts and her pussy ached with sexual need. Her leg still tingled from where he’d touched her and her lips felt swollen and damp from his kisses. She’d gone from fighting for her life to being immersed in sexual pleasure.
In some ways it wasn’t so far-fetched. One intense emotion had been swapped for another. Fleeing from death made her want to celebrate life in the most elemental way.
That was a very human and natural reaction. And since it was her dream, she’d much rather be kissing a hunk like Radnor than fighting with her ex for her life.
But the things he’d said to her. She lifted her hand and fanned her face, feeling the heat climbing over it. He’d been quite explicit about what he wanted to do to
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