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He frowned "She called you?" The notion finally sank into his lust-filled brain He didn’t recall the conversations he’d had with Rosalind about Carol during the investigation He supposed he’d said he thought Carol’s psychic abilities weren’t for real

"Not sure Most likely about what you’d envisioned"

"That I’d lied then?" She didn’t sound angry, just sleepy and inquisitive

"Not lied Just overheard conversations and incorporated theht you’d had a vision"

"That’s all?"

He couldn’t believe Rosalind would bring it up If she wanted Carol to like him, why cause a rift between the else I discussed with her Except maybe about another case"

"I’ll have to ask her then"

He ground his teeth, not liking that Rosalind intended to stir things up Even though he’d planned on reht terrors revisited her, he changed hishis shirt

"Whatever was said before was the past It’s not important The future is what concerns me"

She watched hi hiet to his pants Which made him work faster on his belt He divested himself of the rest of his clothes, except for his boxers, and climbed into the canopy bed He motioned to the eyelet canopy overhead "I feel I’ve entered the bedchahland warrior of an opposing clan? This is not exactly a Highland bed or setting" She ainst his body, the war his blood

He kissed the top of her head, wanting from the bottom of his heart to make her fantasies come to life He told hi and never fulfilling his own destiny Carol, Little Miss Nightingale, and one sexy witch rolled up in one was the only woht for his to work out--shape-shifting and corips with her olf half were at the top of the list

"Do you want et my plaid out of the truck and toss it over us?"

"Youonly your boxers? What would thethe house think?"

"If this were my castle, they’d cheer me on At Darien’s, they wouldn’t like ithis senses "It doesn’t " She sht she didn’t look all that sleepy--instead, sultry and decadently wicked in her seductive lingerie

But being honorable--or as honorable as he could be when he wanted so less than honorable--he said, "Get some sleep in case Darien calls and wants you to return to the hospital"

With her gaze focused on Ryan’s chest, she stroked his belly with the tips of her fingers, softly tantalizing and as erotically as anything he’d ever experienced Already his blood was running south, preparing hiorous workout He wanted to move her onto her back, take her as her mate would, and claim her for his own, but he assumed she wasn’t ready for that

He cleared his throat and ran his hand through her hair, luxuriating in the silky golden strands He hated to ask, hated to ruin theto take this before he did so she wasn’t prepared for

Before he could question how far she wanted to go, she ers lower, past his navel, lower still until she slipped theerly caressed the skin beneath the elastic

He sucked in a breath, waiting for her to ers even lohere his erection had curled upward begging for her touch

Then a horrible thought occurred to him They didn’t have o to the hospital pronto? Yet Ryan couldn’thied deeper into his briefs, sweeping across the tip of his penis, which jumped at her touch

He still wanted to kno far she illing to go Oh, hell Forget words He couldn’t coht ones And he assumed she wanted what he did at this point anyway He rolled her over on her back and straddled her leg so he could slide his fingers under her waistband He didn’t take as long to find her sweets, slipping his fingers through her curly hairs and then lower until he found her etness and began to stroke the jewel that ers<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>