Like I said MORE
I wake in the night, horrified to find that I’ve curled myself around his
body—one arm around his chiseled abs, my thigh wrapped around his hips.
In this position, I feel the full length of him, his hard cock pressed against
the inside of my thigh. He’s enormous and built like a god in every way,
isn’t he?
Here is my body forsaking me yet again—as I slept, I crawled to him
and wrapped myself around him, lured by his exquisite beauty and his
smell.
I’m frozen, my pulse racing. At the feel of his arousal, heat slides
through my body.
This would all be much easier if he looked like a troll.
I glance up and find the Dream Stalker lying awake, staring at the
ceiling.
Fuck.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I was asleep.”
“My dear Nia, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. You should
wrap yourself around me whenever you want.” His voice is a velvet caress
over my skin.
I force myself to pull my arm away, slide my leg off him, and shift
across the bed again. As soon as I’m away from him, I feel cold and tense.
But I pull the covers tightly, gripping the sheets, and force my breathing to
slow. I summon that mental veil again and drift off to sleep.
To make this play believeable
“My little farm
girl, you’re going to need to fake some interest in me.” His hand slides over
my thigh, and I feel the heat of it through the translucent fabric of my dress.
I whisper back. “What do you have in mind, exactly?”
“Nia, love, you’re going to have to kiss me.” The deep sound of his
voice in my ear strokes over my skin like a sensual caress.
Warmth creeps over my cheeks, and his hand moves over my hip. Only
the thin fabric of my dress separates us, and heat ripples out from his palm.
My gaze dips to his full, sensual lips, and my pulse races.
It’s just a kiss. All part of the spy game, of course. Agents of Avalon
Tower must do all kinds of things on our missions. Things we normally
wouldn’t dream of, like kissing the enemy.
I feel their eyes on us, watching. Waiting.
I lick my lips, and his gaze flicks down to my mouth. His pupils dilate,
the copper blending to black. His thumb strokes languidly up and down on
my hip, then circles over the hollow of my thigh, sending hot tingles in the
wake of his touch.
I lean forward, my mouth hovering just over his, his breath mingling
with mine.
“Nia.” There’s a fierce, ragged edge in the way he whispers my name,
his lips so close to mine. “I hear your heart racing. You can lie to yourself,
but you can’t lie to me. I think you’re interested in me after all.”
Oh, he has my interest. I loathe him and fear him, but I’m also painfully
aware of how breathtakingly beautiful he is, this man with the dangerous
smile, the seductive eyes, and the muscled body of a Fey warrior.
This close to him, his body warms mine. I lean into his chest, and it
feels like pure steel. I brush my thumb over his full lower lip, my heart
racing. His breath hitches, and I’m surprised that I have this effect on him. I
search his eyes and find an
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