that I would ever willingly place you in danger.”
Flare’s voice was soothing, reassuring, calming to her frayed nerves.
Isis managed a chuckle. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“I mean what I say.” His voice was now diamond hard.
3Isis glanced at him, meeting his incredible gaze with her own for a few short seconds before she was forced to focus once more on the road. “I know you mean it,”
she said softly. “And I am grateful.”
“I do not require your gratitude.”
“What do you require then?” she shot back.
“I require you to stop hurting so much. Whatever it is that has broken you, we can overcome it together if you would just let me champion you.” Flare’s words were flat and matter of fact, as if he truly believed in them.
But Isis knew better. Nothing could overcome her demons. Nothing and no one but herself, and she was already so tired of fighting them that she was truly, spiritually exhausted. “You wouldn’t understand,” she told him finally.
“I would,” he argued.
“Look,” she began, “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not broken so don’t think you need to try to fix me.”
“But you are wounded,” he insisted. “Simply tell me who wounded you and I will stamp them out utterly.”
Isis believed him. “You don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
“Last night you could not take care of yourself,” he reminded her mercilessly.
Taking a deep calming breath, she focused intently on the feel of the road beneath her tires. “I can’t tell you,” she said. “I’ve only told one other person and she couldn’t believe me. You wouldn’t understand, okay? I don’t even understand it. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“I will leave it for now. I can see how it upsets you. But we will soon cross a bridge that will lead to our joining, and I won’t have you frightened of my touch.”
“I’m not afraid,” she lied.
“Then stop this car and join with me now.”
Isis laughed, she just couldn’t help herself. “I will not have sex with you in my car.
There isn’t enough room to maneuver anyway.”
“I’ll manage,” he insisted.
“I’ll bet you would,” Isis said with a smile. She tried hard to ignore the rising passion the sound of his voice inspired in her. And when he said such romantic things her knees went weak and her heart melted—but she was determined not to let her emotions overcome her. That would get her nowhere.
Nowhere but in his arms.
And why was she so afraid of that—for she was indeed afraid. Her past was over and done with. She should have jumped this warrior’s bones several times over by now.
He was the sexiest being she’d ever seen and everything about him was a sort of sensual seduction, entrancing her, addicting her to him.
3All this and she’d only known him for a day. She felt like a fool, but there was no way she could ignore her attraction. Flare was just so…delicious. Isis could hardly stand it. She was getting wet just listening to him talk for Christ’s sake. It was overwhelming to think how she would react with him inside her. And she wanted that—she wanted to join with him. But the question was… could she?
Later, after they’d pulled into her driveway, Flare raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. He didn’t say anything, just released her hand and got out of the car without even glancing her way. He came around to her side of the car and gallantly opened the door for her, yet still he held his silence. Isis wondered what he was thinking as she followed him to her front door.
Flare was thinking of how he could seduce her into opening her heart to him. He didn’t just want her body—he wanted all of her. He was breathless with desire. He wanted to be a part of her thoughts always, and he wanted to be physically and spiritually one with her as often as possible. Flare’s heart beat a heavy staccato in his breast—it raced every time he looked at Isis. His cock was
Flare’s voice was soothing, reassuring, calming to her frayed nerves.
Isis managed a chuckle. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“I mean what I say.” His voice was now diamond hard.
3Isis glanced at him, meeting his incredible gaze with her own for a few short seconds before she was forced to focus once more on the road. “I know you mean it,”
she said softly. “And I am grateful.”
“I do not require your gratitude.”
“What do you require then?” she shot back.
“I require you to stop hurting so much. Whatever it is that has broken you, we can overcome it together if you would just let me champion you.” Flare’s words were flat and matter of fact, as if he truly believed in them.
But Isis knew better. Nothing could overcome her demons. Nothing and no one but herself, and she was already so tired of fighting them that she was truly, spiritually exhausted. “You wouldn’t understand,” she told him finally.
“I would,” he argued.
“Look,” she began, “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not broken so don’t think you need to try to fix me.”
“But you are wounded,” he insisted. “Simply tell me who wounded you and I will stamp them out utterly.”
Isis believed him. “You don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
“Last night you could not take care of yourself,” he reminded her mercilessly.
Taking a deep calming breath, she focused intently on the feel of the road beneath her tires. “I can’t tell you,” she said. “I’ve only told one other person and she couldn’t believe me. You wouldn’t understand, okay? I don’t even understand it. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“I will leave it for now. I can see how it upsets you. But we will soon cross a bridge that will lead to our joining, and I won’t have you frightened of my touch.”
“I’m not afraid,” she lied.
“Then stop this car and join with me now.”
Isis laughed, she just couldn’t help herself. “I will not have sex with you in my car.
There isn’t enough room to maneuver anyway.”
“I’ll manage,” he insisted.
“I’ll bet you would,” Isis said with a smile. She tried hard to ignore the rising passion the sound of his voice inspired in her. And when he said such romantic things her knees went weak and her heart melted—but she was determined not to let her emotions overcome her. That would get her nowhere.
Nowhere but in his arms.
And why was she so afraid of that—for she was indeed afraid. Her past was over and done with. She should have jumped this warrior’s bones several times over by now.
He was the sexiest being she’d ever seen and everything about him was a sort of sensual seduction, entrancing her, addicting her to him.
3All this and she’d only known him for a day. She felt like a fool, but there was no way she could ignore her attraction. Flare was just so…delicious. Isis could hardly stand it. She was getting wet just listening to him talk for Christ’s sake. It was overwhelming to think how she would react with him inside her. And she wanted that—she wanted to join with him. But the question was… could she?
Later, after they’d pulled into her driveway, Flare raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. He didn’t say anything, just released her hand and got out of the car without even glancing her way. He came around to her side of the car and gallantly opened the door for her, yet still he held his silence. Isis wondered what he was thinking as she followed him to her front door.
Flare was thinking of how he could seduce her into opening her heart to him. He didn’t just want her body—he wanted all of her. He was breathless with desire. He wanted to be a part of her thoughts always, and he wanted to be physically and spiritually one with her as often as possible. Flare’s heart beat a heavy staccato in his breast—it raced every time he looked at Isis. His cock was
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