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Her scent drifted toward hiht smell of the patisserie

He was not surprised when she called out to hi particular on your mind, Warrior?"

His chest swelled He loved her melodic voice, in the lower timbres He loved that she referred so quickly to the scent heoff He loved that she called hiers and dried the on the sink

He rounded the striated beige granite island and crossed to her She stood very still, not far from the fireplace, her eyes wide, her lips parted as she took in his hair caught loosely behind,around his face Her gaze drifted lower, taking in his bare chest, his abs

"You’re wearing jeans," she said, her voice alood look for you"

He rounded the lounge part of the couch and took her hand He drew her toward the knitted throw "Please, sit down I have prepared a ne as well because I know you enjoy it"

Her eyes lit up as she sat on the throw and stretched her legs out "Yes, I do"

He nodded several times Her chestnut hair wasn’t coht frolints "Bon," he o of her hand

She wore jeans as well and a red silk halter, cut lohich showed beautiful cleavage Alht of the strawberries and chah his mind felt full of clouds He could hardly think He could only draw air into his nose and savor her sweet dangerous scent

Fiona tracked Jean-Pierre’s movements like a woman who hadn’t eaten for days and was now presented with a nine-course meal She felt starved, but not for food She hadn’t wanted to release his hand and felt desolate when he let go and moved quickly back to the kitchen

She wanted to tell hiet about the food and stretch out beside her so that she could put her hands on his thick, muscled pecs, then put her lips in the sa as so beautifully built because her e and for the next minute or so wrestled oh-so-carefully with the bottle of chaoblets, thin glass, very silass-and-wood house

He brought the glasses with hie so that as he sat down beside her, his knees faced the fire He handed her the glass and she held it up

He raised his glass to her "To ht Rith to justice But more than that, who laid his sins so eloquently at his feet You were lass

She sipped and watched the rilass touch his perfect lips, the lower full portion and the upper that foraze as he drank

When he drew the glass away, he leaned over her and planted his free hand on the couch to his left He kissed her, his lips wet fro up He dipped down again and pushed his tongue into her mouth She moaned because it always took so little

But he withdrew and slass in his right hand "Let ht

"Yes, you should definitely feed me"

He chuckled, kissed her once e He turned and headed back to the kitchen, but slow enough that she had a wonderful view of his back rippling as he walked, the broad expanse of shoulders tapering in beautiful lines to his lean waist, his long hair hanging down the center and barely held in place by a loose piece of light green brocade

Then there was the sight of his buttocksbeneath the jeans She knehat he looked like without anything on and it was so not difficult to picture him out of his jeans Besides, if he ran true to forone commando In some ways Jean-Pierre, with all his sophisticated French accent and speech patterns, was remarkably basic and down to earth, hence the house made by his hands, that he was barefoot, and that he probably wore nothing under his jeans

She sipped her chane and loved that for just this moment, the wine relaxed her, let her breathe That Rith was in custody in Prague sent her spirits flying toward the ceiling Despite the abduction, this was one of the best days of her life

When he returned to her, he placed a platter on the end table by the lounge She leaned to look at the platter and stared at the prettiest arrangement of … strawberries

He had prepared her a h her body wassense of this before her anic roadside stand not far fro to find soe for yourself"

He sat down as he had before but this time he scrutinized the platter and picked up a small strawberry, one free of the leaves