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- Angela Verdenius [Heart & Soul 16] Soul of a Guardian (pdf)
- Chalker Jack L W Świecie Studni 5 Zmierzch przy Studni Dusz (pdf)
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- Hilari Bell Goblin Wood 01 The Goblin Wood v2
- Dahlia Rose, Brenda Steele, Regina Paul, Dorian Wallace Mating Season (anth.) (pdf)
- Cooper McKenzie [Menage Amour 161 Club Esotera 03] Minding Mistress (pdf)
- Dena Garson [Emerald Isle Fantasies 03] Ghostly Persuasion [EC Twilight] (pdf)
- 33 1 3 087 Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson Darran Anderson (pdf)
- Alan Burt Akers [Dray Prescot 07] Arena of Antares (pdf)
- (39) Olszakowski Tomasz Pan samochodzik i... Wynalazek inżyniera Rychnowskiego
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early morning sunshine and jasmine and she tasted sweet as honey.
He watched her swallow and noticed the set of her jaw. In her eyes, he read fear.
When he followed the line of her gaze, he saw the long, dangerous ladder looming
in front of her. She feared nothing but the height of the ladder. At least that was
what he told himself.
"Up there?" she questioned, her voice wavering as she studied the long,
precarious ladder she would have to climb if she were to give in to his wishes.
"Aye. 'Tis worth the climb," he promised softly.
"Ye are sure?"
He was pleased to hear the teasing quality in her voice, yet her tone retained an
element of fear which he wanted to wipe away.
"I am sure." He kissed the tip of her nose, her forehead, then gently brushed her
lips with his own.
She turned away and now her back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped
around her, and once again he thought he might not be able to wait to have her
until he convinced her to climb to the loft above. The overpowering need for his
new bride claimed him. Now nothing else mattered. Truly, by now, she should be
an expert at climbing long, rickety ladders.
She inhaled deeply, her breasts rising and falling against his forearms, teasing him
and tantalizing every sense he possessed. "Very well," she said and began the
short walk to the ladder.
"I will be right behind ye."
She paused in front of it, her hands trembling as she placed them on a rung. "To
catch me if I fall?"
"Ye will not fall. I would never allow such a thing," he told her. And yes, he would
be here to catch her if she fell. Yet she was nimble, graceful and exquisitely
formed. She had just not had older brothers who would taunt and tease until she
followed along behind. No, she had had an evil stepbrother, who treated her badly.
A man she hid from and feared.
She gazed upward once more and with a small laugh, said, "And ye can be so
sure of all these things? I would almost wish to prove ye wrong, but I do not want
to fall."
"Ye wish to prove your husband wrong?" He didn't know what to think of her
statement. Yet he found it in some ways amusing even when the words caused
anger to flare.
"Aye, but only in this matter. To erase some of your arrogance," she told him
sweetly.
He didn't say anything in return, for there was nothing he could think of to say that
would not make him sound like a lovesick fool. He held her hand in his and placed
a small kiss on the back before turning it over and kissing the heart of her palm.
"One would think ye had some hidden motive," she told him, her voice soft, her
lashes lowered suddenly as if in shyness. But he understood the coquettish game
she played. Aye, she was shy but she truly knew the natural ways of women and
flirtation. She would take advantage of him if he allowed such a thing.
He smiled down upon her, "'Tis a gamble for sure. Your virtue could be ripped to
shreds were ye to ascend the ladder with me. And yet I know your heart races.
The intrigue has ye nearly breathless with anticipation. There is something up
there for me to show ye, and ye must risk something in return to discover my
surprise."
She gasped slightly, her lashes fluttering, her eyes wide open and beautifully
shimmering. "Very well," she said and turned to the ladder, placing one hand on
the rung, her fingers gripping tightly.
He saw her breathe deeply and stiffen her shoulders as she began the climb.
Sorely tempted to help her, he resisted reaching out and placing one hand on the
curve of her buttocks. Inwardly, he laughed at himself and this unrelenting need he
had to be with her, to explore her. Surely the times he had lain with her, touched
her, drove inside her, should have calmed his need for her. Yet every time he
thought of her, saw her, or heard her, the heat swept through him, the ungodly
rush of sexual energy filled him.
She was torture and heaven to his heart and soul.
Bliss and punishment to his tortured body.
As he watched her climb, he was fascinated by the sway of her skirts and the slim
ankle flashing occasionally beneath her gown. Ah, but he would love to see a bit
higher beneath her skirts. And yet...
There was something much more intriguing about the promise of discovery.
She reached the top and stood. Her face was slightly flushed, her breathing a bit
ragged and her hair floated whimsically around her shoulders, the sunlight dancing
within the silken strands. Her hands were on her hips and her lips were pursed,
her head tilted to the side in question.
"I'm waiting," she told him, her foot tapping impatiently.
"It seems I have been waiting all my life. Ah, well, it seems I must wait a bit
longer."
"What?" she asked, sounding truly perplexed. Yet he didn't answer. Instead, he
walked toward a small window at the end of the loft then crouched down, his back
to her. "Here."
She followed and kneeled beside him then gave a little gasp of surprise. "Kittens!"
"Aye."
"How old are they? May I keep one?" She reached out and stroked an orange and
white tabby. Then she cooed softly to the newborn animal.
His heart swelled. He could not control nor could he conceal the grin spreading
admiringly across his face.
"Two weeks and yes, if ye'd like, ye may keep them all."
Callie turned, one kitten nestled in her arms, the mother cat eying her warily. The
kitten rubbed her nose against Callie's chin and squeaked. Callie closed her eyes
and let the warmth of the tiny animal creep into her soul. Memories of times long
past assailed her. Her body trembled.
Hawke touched her shoulder. "What's wrong? I thought--"
"Ye were right. The kittens are adorable, but--"
He watched her, confusion in his gaze yet caring and understanding too.
"But?" He urged her to tell him what was in her heart.
She tucked her bottom lip beneath her teeth, thinking, wishing she didn't have to
remember. She had planted those times firmly in the farthest recess of her mind.
Those were times best left unremembered, yet Hawke had a right to know, just as
she had a right to know about his past.
He wanted to keep her from his past.
Damn her safety!
"I had a kitten once," she began, stroking the kitten and relishing the soft purring
sounds rumbling around within the kitten, knowing the pain would once again
return to swamp her.
The knotting of her insides.
"Doesn't every little girl have a kitten of her own?" Hawke inquired.
"Perhaps." She bent over and kissed the top of the animal's head, nuzzling the fur.
Then she looked up. "I guess I wouldn't know."
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