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reach between his legs, and that meant practically lying across his lap. Was she willing to sacrifice her dignity by putting herself in that situation?
She almost smiled. Oh, yeah.
Leaning across, she rested the upper part of her body against his thigh. Her breasts pressed against hard muscle, and she put one hand on his knee to keep her balance as she reached her other arm between his legs.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest and worried that he'd notice it too. It occurred to her that a man who looked the way he did probably had women throwing themselves at him all the time-which might explain his earlier behavior in her apartment.
Had he actually found her attractive when he'd suggested they have sex-or had that been seven hundred years of abstinence talking?
Once again she cursed the full moon that had gotten her emotions so out of whack that she couldn't do the simplest task without thinking of sex.
Her hand found the lever, and with a nearly desperate effort, she pulled up and the seat shot back.
Pushing herself to a sitting position, she offered him a weak smile. "That's better. Oh. Seat belt." She pointed to it and tried to explain. "That strap there-it's supposed to go across-buckles there-keep you alive."
He raised an eyebrow, and she knew she was rambling. He was immortal, and so there wasn't much point in him wearing a seat belt. "Except that I can't afford the ticket if we don't click it," she muttered. "Excuse me." She reached across him again, this time purposely not touching him any more than necessary as she drew the belt across his chest and buckled it.
She moved back behind the steering wheel, and they were finally ready to go.
"Hang on," Darius said just as she was about to start the engine. When she turned to see what he wanted, he smiled and leaned across her, his arm just brushing her breasts as he oh so slowly reached for her seat belt and dragged it across her lap. She was all too aware of the friction it created when it grazed her hip. Then he buckled it. "Okay," he said in a deep voice that held a note of amusement. "Now we're ready to leave."
Lexi's concentration was in shambles as she pulled out of the parking spot and maneuvered the Yukon through the garage. They were halfway across the George Washington Bridge before she could finally relax. "Are you all right?" she asked him. "You've been quiet
"You seemed very focused on what you were doing," he replied. "I didn't want to bother you."
"I don't get a chance to drive very often," she explained. "I'm sorry if I made you nervous."
"You didn't. You are very comfortable to be with."
Comfortable, like an old chair. She gave him a wan smile and changed the subject. "It must be"--she searched for the right word-"disconcerting not to know who you are
"It is," he admitted. "You tell me that I lived in an immortal realm for the past seven hundred years, and yet I remember nothing about it." He paused, seeming to get lost in his thoughts. "You said we were together last night at the Crypt? Were we searching for the demon?"
"Not exactly."
A knowing smile touched his lips. "I thought not."
She gave him a reproving look. "We weren't doing that, either."
"Then what were we doing?" he asked, confused.
"Arguing," she said dryly.
It wasn't the answer he'd expected, but after a moment's hesitation, he chuckled.
They drove on a bit, and he grew serious once more. "I've been thinking about what you told me in your office-about how I was Called. If the Immortals were born to protect the world, why weren't we Called before the demon acquired so much power?"
"My friend Heather knows more about this than I do. But she told me that as the human race matured, they learned to defend themselves. The Immortals were Called into service fewer and fewer times until they stopped being summoned altogether. Over the centuries, the Calling spell was completely forgotten. We're just lucky some witches in Europe were able to locate a copy of it."
"How'd
She almost smiled. Oh, yeah.
Leaning across, she rested the upper part of her body against his thigh. Her breasts pressed against hard muscle, and she put one hand on his knee to keep her balance as she reached her other arm between his legs.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest and worried that he'd notice it too. It occurred to her that a man who looked the way he did probably had women throwing themselves at him all the time-which might explain his earlier behavior in her apartment.
Had he actually found her attractive when he'd suggested they have sex-or had that been seven hundred years of abstinence talking?
Once again she cursed the full moon that had gotten her emotions so out of whack that she couldn't do the simplest task without thinking of sex.
Her hand found the lever, and with a nearly desperate effort, she pulled up and the seat shot back.
Pushing herself to a sitting position, she offered him a weak smile. "That's better. Oh. Seat belt." She pointed to it and tried to explain. "That strap there-it's supposed to go across-buckles there-keep you alive."
He raised an eyebrow, and she knew she was rambling. He was immortal, and so there wasn't much point in him wearing a seat belt. "Except that I can't afford the ticket if we don't click it," she muttered. "Excuse me." She reached across him again, this time purposely not touching him any more than necessary as she drew the belt across his chest and buckled it.
She moved back behind the steering wheel, and they were finally ready to go.
"Hang on," Darius said just as she was about to start the engine. When she turned to see what he wanted, he smiled and leaned across her, his arm just brushing her breasts as he oh so slowly reached for her seat belt and dragged it across her lap. She was all too aware of the friction it created when it grazed her hip. Then he buckled it. "Okay," he said in a deep voice that held a note of amusement. "Now we're ready to leave."
Lexi's concentration was in shambles as she pulled out of the parking spot and maneuvered the Yukon through the garage. They were halfway across the George Washington Bridge before she could finally relax. "Are you all right?" she asked him. "You've been quiet
"You seemed very focused on what you were doing," he replied. "I didn't want to bother you."
"I don't get a chance to drive very often," she explained. "I'm sorry if I made you nervous."
"You didn't. You are very comfortable to be with."
Comfortable, like an old chair. She gave him a wan smile and changed the subject. "It must be"--she searched for the right word-"disconcerting not to know who you are
"It is," he admitted. "You tell me that I lived in an immortal realm for the past seven hundred years, and yet I remember nothing about it." He paused, seeming to get lost in his thoughts. "You said we were together last night at the Crypt? Were we searching for the demon?"
"Not exactly."
A knowing smile touched his lips. "I thought not."
She gave him a reproving look. "We weren't doing that, either."
"Then what were we doing?" he asked, confused.
"Arguing," she said dryly.
It wasn't the answer he'd expected, but after a moment's hesitation, he chuckled.
They drove on a bit, and he grew serious once more. "I've been thinking about what you told me in your office-about how I was Called. If the Immortals were born to protect the world, why weren't we Called before the demon acquired so much power?"
"My friend Heather knows more about this than I do. But she told me that as the human race matured, they learned to defend themselves. The Immortals were Called into service fewer and fewer times until they stopped being summoned altogether. Over the centuries, the Calling spell was completely forgotten. We're just lucky some witches in Europe were able to locate a copy of it."
"How'd
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