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humanity." I shook my head. "No way." Page 179 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "A kiss, ma petite , that is all I ask. A chaste kiss." "And the catch is?" I asked. His eyes were solid, sparkling blue. His skin glowed like alabaster under lights. "I don't think so," I said. "If you were truly sure of Richard, I would leave you to him. But does the fact that I love you not earn me so much as a kiss?" He glided towards me. I backed up, but the door was right there, and there was nowhere to go. He was like a living sculpture, all ivory and sapphire, too beautiful for words. Too beautiful to touch. His hands smoothed over my forearms, along my hands. I gasped. Power rushed along my skin in a smooth wash, like air dancing over my body. I must have tensed up because Jean-Claude said, "It will not hurt, that I promise." "Just a kiss," I whispered. "Just a kiss," he whispered. His face lowered towards mine. His lips brushed mine, gently, slowly. The power flowed across his lips into my mouth. I think I stopped breathing for a second. My skin felt like it was melting away and I would sink into his body, into that shining power. "Looks like I got here just in time." It was Richard in the doorway. I shoved my hand into Jean-Claude's chest and pushed him away hard enough for him to stumble. I was gasping for air like I'd been drowning. My skin pulsed and beat with the power that still crawled over me, into me. "Richard," I whispered. I wanted to say that it wasn't what it looked like, but I couldn't get enough air. Jean-Claude turned, smiling. He knew exactly what to say. "Richard, how good of you to join us. How did you get past my wolf?" "It wasn't that hard." I stared at both of them. I was still having trouble breathing. It felt like every nerve in my body had been touched all at once. The line between pleasure and pain was damn narrow, and I wasn't sure which side this went on. The light was seeping away from Jean-Claude, leaving him pale, lovely, almost human. Richard stood directly inside the door. His eyes glowed not with inner light but with anger, an anger that made his eyes dance, tightened the muscles across his shoulders and down his arms so that the effort showed from across the room. I'd never been so aware of how physically large he was. He seemed to fill more space than he should have. The first skin-prickling rush of his power swirled over me. I took a deep, shaking breath and started walking towards him. The closer I got, the thicker the power, until about six feet from him, it was like stepping into a nearly solid mass of pulsing, vibrating energy. Page 180 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html I stood there, trying to swallow my heart back into my throat. He was dressed in jeans and a green flannel work shirt with sleeves rolled over his forearms. His hair fell loose round his shoulders in a wavy mass. I'd seen him like this a hundred times, but suddenly it was all different. I had never been afraid of Richard, not really. Now, for the first time, I saw that there was something to fear. Something swam behind his eyes, his beast, he called it. It was there now just behind those true, brown eyes. A monster waiting to be set loose. "Richard," I said and had to cough to clear my throat, "what's wrong with you?" "Tomorrow is the full moon, Anita. Strong emotions aren't good right now." Rage thinned his face, made those lovely cheekbones high and tight. "If I hadn't interrupted, would you have broken your promise to me?" "He still doesn't know what kind of hose I'm wearing," I said. Richard smiled, some of the tension easing away. "Too smooth for garters," Jean-Claude said. "Panty hose, though they could be crotchless, of that I am not sure." Richard snarled. I glanced back at Jean-Claude. "Don't help me." He smiled and nodded. He'd leaned his back on one of the bedposts, fingers playing over the bare skin of his chest. It was suggestive, and he meant it to be. Damn him. A low, bass growl brought my attention back to Richard. He stalked towards the bed as if each movement hurt. The tension sang through the building power. Was I going to get to see him change here and now? If he changed, there'd be a fight, and for the very first time, I was worried for Jean-Claude's safety, as well as Richard's. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |