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Traitors. They knew what they wanted, regardless of how hard Kimber fought against it. “But you can’t have it,” she muttered at her chest.
She sighed. It was official. The zombie apocalypse had turned her into a loon. She was standing there talking to her boobs. But just because she hadn’t had sex in more years than she cared to count, hadn’t had a decent orgasm in over a year except by her own hand—never mind that she’d fantasized it was Duncan doing carnal, dark things to her—didn’t mean she had to keep lusting after him. Even if he was such a sexy, sexy man.
“Just forget about it,” she told her nipples and her now-thudding clit. With another sigh she grabbed a washcloth from the narrow linen closet next to the toilet and wet it. She had just rinsed it out the final time and was craning her neck to make sure she’d gotten all the blood off when knuckles rapped on the door. Before she could say anything, the door opened far enough for Duncan to reach his arm through, a navy blue T-shirt dangling from his fist.
“Thanks,” she said as she took it from his grip.
“No problem.”
The door closed and she stood a moment, staring down at the soft cotton in her hand before slowly bringing it to her face and breathing in through her nose. The shirt smelled fresh, no lingering scent of Duncan on it anywhere. Of course he would give her a clean shirt, but she couldn’t deny the disappointment that rolled through her. With a muttered curse she dragged it over her head. The shoulder seams came halfway down her upper arms, and the sleeves ended below her elbows.
She opened the door and saw Duncan standing next to the bed, staring down at its surface. When she walked into the room he turned, and she bit back a gasp at the raw sensual hunger in his eyes. The look vanished in a second, replaced by the indolent arrogance she was used to seeing.
“Ready?” he asked. His deep baritone husked across her nerve endings, setting up a shiver along her spine and a dull throb in her nether region.
She drew a bracing breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she responded, happy to hear her voice was mostly steady. “Let’s get it over with.”
They walked back into the living room. Natalie and Bishop looked up. Kimber noticed a wood fire blazing in the fireplace. Duncan must have started it after she’d gone into the bedroom. It was cool in the room and would get even colder as the night wore on. It had been a thoughtful gesture for him to provide warmth for her friends.
“You’ll be safe here,” Duncan told them. “I’ll have two guards posted outside.”
“We’re prisoners then?” Natalie asked, her tone challenging.
“Do you really think it would be a good idea for either of you to wander off?” he asked, his voice cool, unfazed by her defiance.
She scowled. “No.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.
His shoulders lifted with his sigh. “Look,” he said, running one big hand through his dark hair, “I know you’re nervous about being here. But I give you my word, you’re safe. The men outside that door will fight to the death to protect you.” He looked at Kimber. “Let’s go.”
She exchanged glances with her friends then took the hand Duncan offered and let him draw her out of the room. She tried to ignore the way his cool flesh warmed from the contact with her skin, tried to ignore how good his slightly callused palm felt clasped within her hand. Tried to ignore the fluttering of need low in her belly. She had other things to focus on, things that could get her killed if she wasn’t paying close enough attention.
They walked down the hallway to the next door across the hall. Duncan rapped twice with two knuckles. “This is convenient,” Kimber sniped. “You being just across the hall from her.” It wasn’t jealousy flaring, she told herself. Why should it matter to her how close Duncan’s suite was to his queen’s? He was her second in command,
She sighed. It was official. The zombie apocalypse had turned her into a loon. She was standing there talking to her boobs. But just because she hadn’t had sex in more years than she cared to count, hadn’t had a decent orgasm in over a year except by her own hand—never mind that she’d fantasized it was Duncan doing carnal, dark things to her—didn’t mean she had to keep lusting after him. Even if he was such a sexy, sexy man.
“Just forget about it,” she told her nipples and her now-thudding clit. With another sigh she grabbed a washcloth from the narrow linen closet next to the toilet and wet it. She had just rinsed it out the final time and was craning her neck to make sure she’d gotten all the blood off when knuckles rapped on the door. Before she could say anything, the door opened far enough for Duncan to reach his arm through, a navy blue T-shirt dangling from his fist.
“Thanks,” she said as she took it from his grip.
“No problem.”
The door closed and she stood a moment, staring down at the soft cotton in her hand before slowly bringing it to her face and breathing in through her nose. The shirt smelled fresh, no lingering scent of Duncan on it anywhere. Of course he would give her a clean shirt, but she couldn’t deny the disappointment that rolled through her. With a muttered curse she dragged it over her head. The shoulder seams came halfway down her upper arms, and the sleeves ended below her elbows.
She opened the door and saw Duncan standing next to the bed, staring down at its surface. When she walked into the room he turned, and she bit back a gasp at the raw sensual hunger in his eyes. The look vanished in a second, replaced by the indolent arrogance she was used to seeing.
“Ready?” he asked. His deep baritone husked across her nerve endings, setting up a shiver along her spine and a dull throb in her nether region.
She drew a bracing breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she responded, happy to hear her voice was mostly steady. “Let’s get it over with.”
They walked back into the living room. Natalie and Bishop looked up. Kimber noticed a wood fire blazing in the fireplace. Duncan must have started it after she’d gone into the bedroom. It was cool in the room and would get even colder as the night wore on. It had been a thoughtful gesture for him to provide warmth for her friends.
“You’ll be safe here,” Duncan told them. “I’ll have two guards posted outside.”
“We’re prisoners then?” Natalie asked, her tone challenging.
“Do you really think it would be a good idea for either of you to wander off?” he asked, his voice cool, unfazed by her defiance.
She scowled. “No.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.
His shoulders lifted with his sigh. “Look,” he said, running one big hand through his dark hair, “I know you’re nervous about being here. But I give you my word, you’re safe. The men outside that door will fight to the death to protect you.” He looked at Kimber. “Let’s go.”
She exchanged glances with her friends then took the hand Duncan offered and let him draw her out of the room. She tried to ignore the way his cool flesh warmed from the contact with her skin, tried to ignore how good his slightly callused palm felt clasped within her hand. Tried to ignore the fluttering of need low in her belly. She had other things to focus on, things that could get her killed if she wasn’t paying close enough attention.
They walked down the hallway to the next door across the hall. Duncan rapped twice with two knuckles. “This is convenient,” Kimber sniped. “You being just across the hall from her.” It wasn’t jealousy flaring, she told herself. Why should it matter to her how close Duncan’s suite was to his queen’s? He was her second in command,
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