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An Excerpt From: FAE’S GARGOYLE
Copyright © SALLY PAINTER, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
The image of Denton
lying beside her flashed across her mind. Oh dear butterfly wings! She’d
been in bed with Denton Prescott. Her breath came in hard, short pants. And
she was running away from him because? She mentally shook herself. Because
she had no explanation for being there. Because he didn’t love her.
But Denton…naked…
She wrung her hands together, longing to return to his bed and at long last
live out her greatest fantasy. Enough of this. She had to leave before he
found her there. She took a deep breath and reached for the door knob.
“Where are you going?” came a
groggy baritone voice behind her.
Caught! Her heart skipped a beat. What should she do?
She pretended she hadn’t heard him and closed her fingers around the knob.
“Baby? Where are you going?”
Her heart was drumming so loudly in her ears she could
barely hear but she certainly heard him call her baby.
“Ah…home,” she said, not daring to look back at him. “I
need to go home.”
“But you are home. Did you forget where you are?” His
laughter was rich and fell over her like melted chocolate. Her knees
weakened. Why would he say she was home?
“I-I…” She mentally shrugged at how lame she sounded and
closed her eyes, not daring a glance in his direction.
“It’s normal. Sometimes it takes a few days to adjust.
Memories can be sketchy until that time.” He padded over to her and she
found herself engulfed in muscular arms. Her breath hung in her throat.
“P-Please.” The word squeaked past the tightening in her
throat.
His hard body molded against her, shocking her senses
into overdrive. His cock, thick and stiff, pressed into the small of her
back. Liquid fire coursed through her. Denton was holding her in his arms. Sexy,
naked Denton had called her baby. She could just melt into a pool of lust
right there.
“Come back to bed, Missus Prescott.”
“What?” The room spun around her.
Strong arms cocooned her and she leaned against him for
support lest her legs give out from under her. The only thing she was aware
of was his hard body pressed so tightly against hers. Nerve endings tingled
and a rush of want seized her.
“It was a beautiful wedding, Maria,” he whispered in her
ear.
She had married Denton?
How? When?
“Oh baby, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” He
nuzzled her neck and delightful shivers cascaded down her.
“I-I…” Her thoughts were jumbled. Each kiss he planted
in the hollow of her neck made it impossible to think.
“Hmm, you taste sweet. I can’t get enough of you.” His
heated breath fanned over her. “So where are you off to in the middle of
the night?”
“Ah…my house…to get a few things.”
He chuckled. “You have such a great sense of humor. I’ll
take you to a shop in the morning.”
“Morning? But…you’ll turn to stone if you go out.” She
pivoted to face him and was instantly lost in crystal-blue eyes. He was
just as magnificent as he’d been that morning on campus. The passing years
had made him sexier. The most promising warrior-in-training had grown into
a mighty…strong…virile… She licked her lips.
He leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Maria
quivered. His tongue teased her lips and she relaxed her mouth to receive
him. Emotions welled inside her. His kiss deepened and she returned it by
twisting her tongue around his.
Oh sweet faerie dust! How often had she dreamed of this
moment? She didn’t understand what had happened and no longer cared. Denton was kissing
her. Firm hands cupped her buttocks and he lifted her to his waist. Her
body responded in a rush of want and urgent need. She wrapped her legs
around him and the silk dress slipped up her thighs, bunching around her
waist.
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