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Knowing that he would let her pet him, that in fact he would strip off those jeans in a heartbeat and stretch that hard body over hers and drive into her, ed her gaze up to his face

But looking at his face was no better His hair was a fall of sleep-tangled ht silk, his eyes were half-awake, sensually hooded His face was unshaven, dusted with black stubble; he was a beautiful, rough-around-the-edges, early-ru to put hi He looked about thirty, with tiny faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes

He shrugged "Somewhere between five and six thousand It’s a bit difficult to keep track of when one moves about in time as frequently as I have Aoibheal is nearly sixty thousand I am a mere child by my race’s standards"

"I see" Whuh Definitely inhue didn’t seem to have diminished her attraction to him in the least In fact, it seehtened it

He waved a hand at the breakfast tray "A croissant perhaps? No? How about some fruit?" He proffered a bowl of freshly cut strawberries, ry? I wake up starved" He sounded ht Unfortunately, the only thing in her bedroom that she wanted to eat was hiain And there he was, her fantasy fairy, in her bedrooaze fixed on his gold torque and she had to know "What are you, anyway?" she demanded irritably

He cocked his head "I’ether in a frown "You know that"

"I meant," she clarified peevishly, "your torque"

"Ah" Those slanted brows relaxed "I’m the last prince of the D’Jai House"

"P-p-p-prince?" she sputtered

"Yes" His eyes narrowed "Problem with that?"

She didn’t trust herself to speak