electric longing in their wake.
She was completely overwhelmed by him, as she had always feared she would be. Deana trembled helplessly under his commanding onslaught.
He broke off the kiss as abruptly as he had started, leaving her gasping for air. Explosively swinging off her, he leaped up and slammed the television off.
Lorgin was not unmoved by the exchange. His eyes burned like amethyst crystals, flashing and sparking pink with his heat. Her inexplicable fear insulted him. When he spoke, his cold, soft tone belied the fire in him. “I can make you have desire, Adeeann.” He whirled around, storming out onto the balcony to let the night breeze cool his ardor.
Make her have desire?
She was still lying in bed, shaken, her hand touching her throbbing lips. No one can kiss like that… No one human. Now she was more frightened of him than ever. And of herself. My God, if those electric-like currents were any indication…Good grief. It was…different. Incredibly erotic. And much worse than she had imagined.
Alien or no, he was too sexually sophisticated for her to cope with, way out of her league. Cripes, in her whole life, she’d only had one miserable experience. And it was miserable. She couldn’t tangle with Lorgin, she just couldn’t. There’d be no controlling him. She had just witnessed that. Besides he was arrogant beyond words. What would she do with a man like that?
What wouldn’t she do with a man like that?
No. Absolutely not.
Her rational side took over. If he thought she didn’t want him, that could only be to her benefit. Unless, a little voice inside said, he sees it as a challenge…a little nick to his male pride, perhaps? Ridiculous. It wasn’t as if he…
She was getting a headache—a condition that seemed to be occurring a lot around him. The best thing to do is to pretend it never happened, and make sure it doesn’t happen again. She would call housekeeping and tell them to bring up a cot for her.
Do I really think a cot is going to stop this warrior knight?
It had better, or they were going to have a parting of the ways. She got up and went into the bathroom to shower.
Later, while Lorgin was bathing, she picked out a caftan to wear to dinner. Since the sleeves were bell shaped, giving a medieval look, she decided to wear the torque. She fished it out of her bag and tried it on with the dress. Perfect.
Strange how she didn’t recall the stone being such a bright green…
She shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first strange thing that had been happening to her lately. Chilly, she donned a sweater jacket, zipping it up to her chin, and waited for Lorgin to finish getting dressed.
In the lobby of the hotel, Deana was delighted when she recognized an old friend of hers. “Jimmy!” she called to get his attention. When he spotted her, he bounded over as if he were her favorite pet.
“Deana!” His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. “You’re looking good. But you always look good. So, what have you been up to, sweetheart?”
Deana’s eyes briefly flicked to Lorgin. “Oh, the usual…” I’m living with an alien now, did you hear? She smiled at Jimmy catlike.
Jimmy had known her for too long to be fooled by the blithe statement. “Knowing you, that could be anything, hmm?” Truer words were never spoken, Jimmy.
“So, Jimmy, what’s life like?” What a stupid question! She regretted it as soon as she uttered it.
Jimmy peered at her. “You are not acting yourself at all, dearest heart.” He noticed her fidget and dropped the subject. “Are you going to the Scotland party tonight?”
“I’d like to.”
“I hear the Scots brought cases of single malt Scotch with them—Glen Fiddich.”
“Then I’ll definitely be there.”
“What hotel are you staying at?”
“This one. It’s always easier to stay at the hotel closest to the convention center.”
“Yeah, but more expensive. Say, why don’t I come by your room before the party, then we can go
She was completely overwhelmed by him, as she had always feared she would be. Deana trembled helplessly under his commanding onslaught.
He broke off the kiss as abruptly as he had started, leaving her gasping for air. Explosively swinging off her, he leaped up and slammed the television off.
Lorgin was not unmoved by the exchange. His eyes burned like amethyst crystals, flashing and sparking pink with his heat. Her inexplicable fear insulted him. When he spoke, his cold, soft tone belied the fire in him. “I can make you have desire, Adeeann.” He whirled around, storming out onto the balcony to let the night breeze cool his ardor.
Make her have desire?
She was still lying in bed, shaken, her hand touching her throbbing lips. No one can kiss like that… No one human. Now she was more frightened of him than ever. And of herself. My God, if those electric-like currents were any indication…Good grief. It was…different. Incredibly erotic. And much worse than she had imagined.
Alien or no, he was too sexually sophisticated for her to cope with, way out of her league. Cripes, in her whole life, she’d only had one miserable experience. And it was miserable. She couldn’t tangle with Lorgin, she just couldn’t. There’d be no controlling him. She had just witnessed that. Besides he was arrogant beyond words. What would she do with a man like that?
What wouldn’t she do with a man like that?
No. Absolutely not.
Her rational side took over. If he thought she didn’t want him, that could only be to her benefit. Unless, a little voice inside said, he sees it as a challenge…a little nick to his male pride, perhaps? Ridiculous. It wasn’t as if he…
She was getting a headache—a condition that seemed to be occurring a lot around him. The best thing to do is to pretend it never happened, and make sure it doesn’t happen again. She would call housekeeping and tell them to bring up a cot for her.
Do I really think a cot is going to stop this warrior knight?
It had better, or they were going to have a parting of the ways. She got up and went into the bathroom to shower.
Later, while Lorgin was bathing, she picked out a caftan to wear to dinner. Since the sleeves were bell shaped, giving a medieval look, she decided to wear the torque. She fished it out of her bag and tried it on with the dress. Perfect.
Strange how she didn’t recall the stone being such a bright green…
She shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first strange thing that had been happening to her lately. Chilly, she donned a sweater jacket, zipping it up to her chin, and waited for Lorgin to finish getting dressed.
In the lobby of the hotel, Deana was delighted when she recognized an old friend of hers. “Jimmy!” she called to get his attention. When he spotted her, he bounded over as if he were her favorite pet.
“Deana!” His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. “You’re looking good. But you always look good. So, what have you been up to, sweetheart?”
Deana’s eyes briefly flicked to Lorgin. “Oh, the usual…” I’m living with an alien now, did you hear? She smiled at Jimmy catlike.
Jimmy had known her for too long to be fooled by the blithe statement. “Knowing you, that could be anything, hmm?” Truer words were never spoken, Jimmy.
“So, Jimmy, what’s life like?” What a stupid question! She regretted it as soon as she uttered it.
Jimmy peered at her. “You are not acting yourself at all, dearest heart.” He noticed her fidget and dropped the subject. “Are you going to the Scotland party tonight?”
“I’d like to.”
“I hear the Scots brought cases of single malt Scotch with them—Glen Fiddich.”
“Then I’ll definitely be there.”
“What hotel are you staying at?”
“This one. It’s always easier to stay at the hotel closest to the convention center.”
“Yeah, but more expensive. Say, why don’t I come by your room before the party, then we can go
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