Midnight's Surrender: A Dark Warriors Holiday Novella by Donna Grant Page B

across the fire to see Dale with his hands clenched and his head down as if he were in tremendous pain. Rennie rushed to him.
    “Dale? What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked as she kneeled beside him, smoothing her hands over his arms and chest, looking for some wound.
    When his head lifted she found herself looking into Warrior eyes. They were a pale green from corner to corner. The stark contrast to his normally dark irises took her aback for a second. Then she placed her hand on his cheek.
    That’s all it took for him to grab her and yank her roughly against his chest. His arms were like bands of steel wrapped around her as he kissed her as if he’d die without her. He was thorough, sensual as he explored her mouth before deepening the kiss and demanding she relent.
    Rennie wound her arms around his neck. The passion had barely been contained from the moment she had woken that morning. No one had ever made her feel such a burning need, such a feverish hunger that only Dale could quench.
    With every look, every touch the desire had grown. The kiss earlier had set her ablaze. The craving, the excitement consumed her, engulfed her.
    Seized her.
    She moaned as his hand cupped her breast. When he bent her back over his arm while he kissed down her neck, Rennie clutched at his shoulders as desire pooled between her legs.
    “This is a holy place,” Dale said between kisses.
    “Shut up and keep kissing me.”
    He chuckled and nipped her skin with his teeth. “Such demands.”
    Rennie flexed her fingers against his shirt, loving the feel of his hard muscle beneath. “How can you think right now?”
    “Because if I doona, I’ll lay you down and claim your body once more.”
    She lifted her head to look at him. “And the problem with that is?”
    His lopsided smile made her stomach flutter even as his green eyes vanished so she was once more looking into his dark irises. “This is a holy place.”
    “You’ve said that already. People have been having sex and religious ceremonies in the standing stones since they were first constructed. How is this any different?”
    “Because this is your family’s place.”
    Rennie watched as his gaze lowered to her mouth, and she knew for all his talk, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It sent a thrill through her, and for the first time in her life she was going to take the lead with a man.
    She reached for the hem of his shirt and slid her hand beneath the material to run along his warm skin. “You would deny your desire?”
    “Nay,” he answered tightly.
    Using both hands, she yanked his shirt over his head and took in the impressive sight of his torso. She caressed him from shoulder to waist, loving the sound of his quickening breaths when she got close to his crotch.
    “You’re playing with fire, Druid,” he warned.
    But that was exactly where she wanted to be.
    It wasn’t until she reached for the button of his jeans that he reacted. In a split second, he had her on her back on the ground as he leaned over her.
    “This is what you want to do after talking to the ancients?” he asked in a low, seductive tone.
    Rennie swallowed as she shook her head. “This is only about you, about us. You make me want this. All I can think of is you and how you feel against me, inside me.”
    There was a low growl that rumbled from his chest. “You doona know what you’re saying.”
    “I know exactly what I’m saying. I want you. I want what’s between us. I want to push whatever this is to the limits and see just how far it will go.”
    His forehead furrowed. “It could be wonderful, but it could also destroy us.”
    “I don’t care.”
    “You should.”
    She gave a shove to his shoulder and rolled him onto his back so that she straddled him. Rennie knew he allowed her that control, but his strength was one of the many reasons she was drawn to him. “I’d rather you stop talking,” she said as she rotated her hips, grinding against his hard rod.
    His hands gripped