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the lock and turned it, then slid inside. But before she could close the door, he stuck his boot in the opening to prevent it from closing and then stepped in behind her. He leaned heavily against the door.
“Oh, no, ye willna stay here, Lord Brimsworth,” she shot at him, shaking her head as she advanced on him. “My maid will be here any moment, and ye’re ta be gone before then.”
“I need you,” he said, then watched her face to gauge her reaction. Her eyebrows drew together as she frowned.
“Ye said that in the coach,” she reminded him. “But ye refused ta tell me why ye need me. If ye think ye’re ta find yer way inta my bed—” He placed a finger to her lips to stop her tirade.
She sputtered, her lips moving against the tip of his finger. And, heaven help him, he couldn’t keep from actually circling her waist with his arms and drawing her closer to him.
She didn’t make a sound. Perhaps the way to get the woman to be quiet was to kiss her. Or at least make her think he was going to kiss her. Hell, he wanted to kiss her all the time, so he wouldn’t be acting the part of a devoted suitor. He truly was one. Perhaps it was time he told her the truth of their situation. Maybe she wouldn’t fight him anymore.
“Do you know what it means to claim one’s mate?”
“Lord Brimsworth!” she gasped. “I am shocked that ye mean ta be so coarse in my presence.” He placed his finger to her lips again. This time she talked around it. “I’ll no’ let ye distract me.”
In truth, he was the one who was distracted. He had planned to tell her about the claiming of one’s Lycan mate, what it meant and the little fact that he’d already claimed her as his. But how could he do that when she looked so beautiful? Her lips were full and pouty. Her eyes danced with blue fire. She smelled like honeysuckle and desire all mixed together.
Her lips moved against his finger as she continued her tirade. His trousers grew snug. He chastised himself for his own indecent thoughts. But she was so bloody beautiful. How could he not think of all the carnal delights he could teach her about? The very idea made his mind wander for a moment.
“Lord Brimsworth.” She nudged him back into the present.
Dash threaded his hand through her hair so he could cup the back of her head. “I claimed you the first time I saw you,” he finally admitted. “You’ll not be able to get rid of me. Because I won’t let you.”
“Ye are more than a little full of yerself, my lord.” She wasn’t immune to him, no matter how much she tried to be. He could hear her heart race with his touch. “There’s a bit more ta claimin’ one’s mate than a kiss in His Grace’s study.” She flushed brilliantly when she realized what she’d said.
If only that were true. If so, he’d be able to walk away from her. But would he even want to do that if he could? He wasn’t certain.
“We’ll have to finish this conversation at a later time, angel.” Before Jeannie had the chance to scratch on the door, Dash heard her approach, and he couldn’t hide his scowl. The woman was either around when he didn’t want her or not there when her mistress had a need of her. He’d have to hire Caitrin a better maid to serve her once she was his countess. “Dine with me again this evening.”
Caitrin frowned at that, and her adorable nose scrunched up. “I doona like being ordered about, my lord. It is a distasteful quality found in yer breed.”
Then the scratch came at the door. The inept maid had finally come to her post. “Come,” he growled, while he kept his eyes trained on Caitrin. “Order a bath, freshen up, and I’ll retrieve you in an hour.”
At that moment, the door opened and Jeannie stepped inside.
Dash ignored the woman and took Caitrin’s hand in his and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “Until then, angel.”
***
Caitrin steeled herself for the moment he released her hand, when everyone’s futures would come
“Oh, no, ye willna stay here, Lord Brimsworth,” she shot at him, shaking her head as she advanced on him. “My maid will be here any moment, and ye’re ta be gone before then.”
“I need you,” he said, then watched her face to gauge her reaction. Her eyebrows drew together as she frowned.
“Ye said that in the coach,” she reminded him. “But ye refused ta tell me why ye need me. If ye think ye’re ta find yer way inta my bed—” He placed a finger to her lips to stop her tirade.
She sputtered, her lips moving against the tip of his finger. And, heaven help him, he couldn’t keep from actually circling her waist with his arms and drawing her closer to him.
She didn’t make a sound. Perhaps the way to get the woman to be quiet was to kiss her. Or at least make her think he was going to kiss her. Hell, he wanted to kiss her all the time, so he wouldn’t be acting the part of a devoted suitor. He truly was one. Perhaps it was time he told her the truth of their situation. Maybe she wouldn’t fight him anymore.
“Do you know what it means to claim one’s mate?”
“Lord Brimsworth!” she gasped. “I am shocked that ye mean ta be so coarse in my presence.” He placed his finger to her lips again. This time she talked around it. “I’ll no’ let ye distract me.”
In truth, he was the one who was distracted. He had planned to tell her about the claiming of one’s Lycan mate, what it meant and the little fact that he’d already claimed her as his. But how could he do that when she looked so beautiful? Her lips were full and pouty. Her eyes danced with blue fire. She smelled like honeysuckle and desire all mixed together.
Her lips moved against his finger as she continued her tirade. His trousers grew snug. He chastised himself for his own indecent thoughts. But she was so bloody beautiful. How could he not think of all the carnal delights he could teach her about? The very idea made his mind wander for a moment.
“Lord Brimsworth.” She nudged him back into the present.
Dash threaded his hand through her hair so he could cup the back of her head. “I claimed you the first time I saw you,” he finally admitted. “You’ll not be able to get rid of me. Because I won’t let you.”
“Ye are more than a little full of yerself, my lord.” She wasn’t immune to him, no matter how much she tried to be. He could hear her heart race with his touch. “There’s a bit more ta claimin’ one’s mate than a kiss in His Grace’s study.” She flushed brilliantly when she realized what she’d said.
If only that were true. If so, he’d be able to walk away from her. But would he even want to do that if he could? He wasn’t certain.
“We’ll have to finish this conversation at a later time, angel.” Before Jeannie had the chance to scratch on the door, Dash heard her approach, and he couldn’t hide his scowl. The woman was either around when he didn’t want her or not there when her mistress had a need of her. He’d have to hire Caitrin a better maid to serve her once she was his countess. “Dine with me again this evening.”
Caitrin frowned at that, and her adorable nose scrunched up. “I doona like being ordered about, my lord. It is a distasteful quality found in yer breed.”
Then the scratch came at the door. The inept maid had finally come to her post. “Come,” he growled, while he kept his eyes trained on Caitrin. “Order a bath, freshen up, and I’ll retrieve you in an hour.”
At that moment, the door opened and Jeannie stepped inside.
Dash ignored the woman and took Caitrin’s hand in his and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “Until then, angel.”
***
Caitrin steeled herself for the moment he released her hand, when everyone’s futures would come
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