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be. Some of them looked downright skeletal.
Her brows dipped and she looked up at Duncan’s face. He was certainly hale and hearty enough, not appearing to be on the brink of starvation like the others.
At her unspoken question he murmured, “There are perks to being the right-hand of the queen.” He dropped his gaze to her. “As long as you’re under my protection, you’re safe.”
She stared into those clear green eyes and wondered how much longer she would benefit from that protection if she didn’t do whatever it was that his queen wanted her to do.
How long would it be before they were served up like fatted calves?
Chapter Four
A fter Natalie and Bishop were ensconced in a very comfortable-looking living room in Duncan’s suite, Duncan drew Kimber into another room, this one dominated by a four-poster king-sized bed on a raised platform in front of a large window.
Even while her body quickened with interest, her thoughts winging back to that kiss he’d given her before they’d left her apartment building, her mind balked. “Whoa, now, just wait a minute,” she said, pulling her arm away from his light grip.
He flashed her a scowl. “I thought you might like to clean up before you see Maddalene.” He gave her that irritating one-shouldered shrug. “But if you’d rather go in with zombie goo on your face and hoodie, that’s fine with me.”
She was surprised at his thoughtfulness then irritated by her surprise. Duncan, for all his arrogance, had never tried to force her into his bed. It was unjust of her to suspect that would be the first thing he’d do now that he finally had her in his bedroom. No, when she found herself in his bed, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be much longer because her resistance was waning, it wouldn’t be because he had forced her there.
He’d been there for her, through all of this mess, without asking anything of her in return. What more did she think he could do to prove himself? He was her protector, her friend, and only her own stubborn fear over his vampirism kept them apart.
“Sorry,” she muttered. Embarrassment made her less than gracious. “It’s just…”
Another frown curled his lips down. “Yeah, yeah, I got it, Kimber. You have no interest in sleeping with me.” He motioned toward another door. “Bathroom’s through there. Clean washcloths and towels are in the linen closet just inside.” He turned away. “I’ll get you one of my T-shirts to wear.”
She reached out and clutched his forearm. “Wait.” He paused but didn’t turn to face her. She sighed and dropped her hand. “Duncan, I’m sorry. But you keep me so off-kilter, and then drag me into your bedroom… I’m sorry,” she said yet again. “I jumped to conclusions.”
“Yes, you did.” He did turn then, his gaze steady on hers. “Though I will have you in that bed, Kimber. Soon.”
His deep voice skimmed over her, electrifying nerve endings that hadn’t been alive since before the Outbreak. As his eyes traveled the length of her body, fire raced through her veins. Her heart drummed against her ribs, and as his gaze intensified she could have sworn she felt his big hands stroking her bare skin, urging her to take him deep inside her.
To her relief and disappointment, he shook his head and added, “Just not today.” Regret deepened his tones. “Get that goop washed off. Maddalene’s waiting.”
Glad to put some distance between them, Kimber went into the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped her hooded sweatshirt over her head. She was happy to see no blood had gotten on her bra. Just the thought of not having that additional barrier, that protection, was more than she wanted to think about now. She couldn’t handle Duncan knowing she was naked beneath one of his shirts. That the only obstruction between her nipples and his hands, his mouth, would be one thin cotton tee.
Beneath the sheer white satin of her bra, her nipples tightened into hard buds.
Her brows dipped and she looked up at Duncan’s face. He was certainly hale and hearty enough, not appearing to be on the brink of starvation like the others.
At her unspoken question he murmured, “There are perks to being the right-hand of the queen.” He dropped his gaze to her. “As long as you’re under my protection, you’re safe.”
She stared into those clear green eyes and wondered how much longer she would benefit from that protection if she didn’t do whatever it was that his queen wanted her to do.
How long would it be before they were served up like fatted calves?
Chapter Four
A fter Natalie and Bishop were ensconced in a very comfortable-looking living room in Duncan’s suite, Duncan drew Kimber into another room, this one dominated by a four-poster king-sized bed on a raised platform in front of a large window.
Even while her body quickened with interest, her thoughts winging back to that kiss he’d given her before they’d left her apartment building, her mind balked. “Whoa, now, just wait a minute,” she said, pulling her arm away from his light grip.
He flashed her a scowl. “I thought you might like to clean up before you see Maddalene.” He gave her that irritating one-shouldered shrug. “But if you’d rather go in with zombie goo on your face and hoodie, that’s fine with me.”
She was surprised at his thoughtfulness then irritated by her surprise. Duncan, for all his arrogance, had never tried to force her into his bed. It was unjust of her to suspect that would be the first thing he’d do now that he finally had her in his bedroom. No, when she found herself in his bed, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be much longer because her resistance was waning, it wouldn’t be because he had forced her there.
He’d been there for her, through all of this mess, without asking anything of her in return. What more did she think he could do to prove himself? He was her protector, her friend, and only her own stubborn fear over his vampirism kept them apart.
“Sorry,” she muttered. Embarrassment made her less than gracious. “It’s just…”
Another frown curled his lips down. “Yeah, yeah, I got it, Kimber. You have no interest in sleeping with me.” He motioned toward another door. “Bathroom’s through there. Clean washcloths and towels are in the linen closet just inside.” He turned away. “I’ll get you one of my T-shirts to wear.”
She reached out and clutched his forearm. “Wait.” He paused but didn’t turn to face her. She sighed and dropped her hand. “Duncan, I’m sorry. But you keep me so off-kilter, and then drag me into your bedroom… I’m sorry,” she said yet again. “I jumped to conclusions.”
“Yes, you did.” He did turn then, his gaze steady on hers. “Though I will have you in that bed, Kimber. Soon.”
His deep voice skimmed over her, electrifying nerve endings that hadn’t been alive since before the Outbreak. As his eyes traveled the length of her body, fire raced through her veins. Her heart drummed against her ribs, and as his gaze intensified she could have sworn she felt his big hands stroking her bare skin, urging her to take him deep inside her.
To her relief and disappointment, he shook his head and added, “Just not today.” Regret deepened his tones. “Get that goop washed off. Maddalene’s waiting.”
Glad to put some distance between them, Kimber went into the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped her hooded sweatshirt over her head. She was happy to see no blood had gotten on her bra. Just the thought of not having that additional barrier, that protection, was more than she wanted to think about now. She couldn’t handle Duncan knowing she was naked beneath one of his shirts. That the only obstruction between her nipples and his hands, his mouth, would be one thin cotton tee.
Beneath the sheer white satin of her bra, her nipples tightened into hard buds.
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