exhilarated beneath the onslaught of their passion.
“Don’t move. Someone’s coming,” he said under his breath. He backed away from her quickly and sat on the other side of the tub. She blinked at him, clinging for balance on the edge of the hot tub as her body shook from the waves of lingering pleasure.
“I’m in here, Martha,” he called out.
“You’re back. There’ll be no delay in dinner tonight then?”
“No. Eight, as usual, if that’s all right with our guest. Kris?”
“Uh, fine,” Krisana said, her cheeks burning too much for her to even look at the kind woman. JD had to have amazing hearing. What if she’d come moments earlier? The woman would think Kris was the worst hussy to walk into town. What was happening to her?
“Will either of you need anything else?”
“Nothing from you, Martha. Thank you.” JD looked at Krisana, his gaze full of desire and amusement.
Krisana wanted to disappear beneath the bubbling water. What would the woman think? His “nothing from you” response was terribly suggestive of what he wanted from Krisana. Martha left and Krisana stood. She walked on wobbly knees to get a nearby towel. Before she could admonish JD for his reply, he spoke. “Please forgive me. I have all of these great intentions and then the second you touch me, I lose everything but my desire to touch you. It’s damnable to end up wanting the very thing I had determined not to be involved in. You know this is what he wanted—the old man—he’s planned this and that irks me, but I can’t stay away from you. Best leave before I peel that suit down and satisfy us both.”
Krisana wanted to turn and run. Instead, she forced herself to stay calm. Along with her clothes, she collected the things Lord Daniels had given her. She arched her brow. “Well, Jack, considering that, I’ll be looking forward to dinner then.” She heard him rise up out of the water, and quickened her step, but she still added a swing to her hips. She smiled, picturing him at dinner, having to be proper, but squirming as he thought about her.
“Y ou look delectable.”
Krisana turned from the painting of Tristan and Isolde she’d been studying to watch JD saunter into the room. He wore black jeans, a milk chocolate pullover good enough to eat, and his jeweled cross. The brown made his eyes impossibly bluer—or was it the predatory intensity in them. He came right at her. Her heart pounded. She stepped away to the window overlooking the lake.
“Martha said dinner was ready,” she said, her mouth suddenly dry.
His smile was pure seduction. “I know. I spoke to her already. The old man won’t be joining us tonight. He’s feeling a little under the weather.”
“Will he be all right?” she asked, frowning.
“I’m sure. His bones ache. Something about a storm coming. Martha’s going to read to him tonight.” He slid his gaze over her with a sensual promise that he seemed moments from delivering on. “Can you make do with just me tonight?”
“We’ll have to see,” she said doubtfully and went to the table.
He pulled out her chair. After she sat, he caressed her bare shoulders and leaned close to her ear. “Careful, I’m a man who loves a challenge.”
His scent, a heady mix of spice and alluring musk, made her feel very “challenging” at that moment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Moving away, he lit candles, dimmed the lights, and put on music that softly whispered love and passion into the seductive shadows of the room. He claimed the chair adjacent to hers, brushing his long legs against her bare ones. Though elegant, the black chiffon high-low dress was strapless, and revealing. She’d worn it thinking there’d be others present at dinner. Now she needed more armor against his sex appeal. They may end up taking their attraction to the next level before the night was over, but that didn’t mean she had to be a mindless idiot in the interim.
“Wine?” He picked up the
“Don’t move. Someone’s coming,” he said under his breath. He backed away from her quickly and sat on the other side of the tub. She blinked at him, clinging for balance on the edge of the hot tub as her body shook from the waves of lingering pleasure.
“I’m in here, Martha,” he called out.
“You’re back. There’ll be no delay in dinner tonight then?”
“No. Eight, as usual, if that’s all right with our guest. Kris?”
“Uh, fine,” Krisana said, her cheeks burning too much for her to even look at the kind woman. JD had to have amazing hearing. What if she’d come moments earlier? The woman would think Kris was the worst hussy to walk into town. What was happening to her?
“Will either of you need anything else?”
“Nothing from you, Martha. Thank you.” JD looked at Krisana, his gaze full of desire and amusement.
Krisana wanted to disappear beneath the bubbling water. What would the woman think? His “nothing from you” response was terribly suggestive of what he wanted from Krisana. Martha left and Krisana stood. She walked on wobbly knees to get a nearby towel. Before she could admonish JD for his reply, he spoke. “Please forgive me. I have all of these great intentions and then the second you touch me, I lose everything but my desire to touch you. It’s damnable to end up wanting the very thing I had determined not to be involved in. You know this is what he wanted—the old man—he’s planned this and that irks me, but I can’t stay away from you. Best leave before I peel that suit down and satisfy us both.”
Krisana wanted to turn and run. Instead, she forced herself to stay calm. Along with her clothes, she collected the things Lord Daniels had given her. She arched her brow. “Well, Jack, considering that, I’ll be looking forward to dinner then.” She heard him rise up out of the water, and quickened her step, but she still added a swing to her hips. She smiled, picturing him at dinner, having to be proper, but squirming as he thought about her.
“Y ou look delectable.”
Krisana turned from the painting of Tristan and Isolde she’d been studying to watch JD saunter into the room. He wore black jeans, a milk chocolate pullover good enough to eat, and his jeweled cross. The brown made his eyes impossibly bluer—or was it the predatory intensity in them. He came right at her. Her heart pounded. She stepped away to the window overlooking the lake.
“Martha said dinner was ready,” she said, her mouth suddenly dry.
His smile was pure seduction. “I know. I spoke to her already. The old man won’t be joining us tonight. He’s feeling a little under the weather.”
“Will he be all right?” she asked, frowning.
“I’m sure. His bones ache. Something about a storm coming. Martha’s going to read to him tonight.” He slid his gaze over her with a sensual promise that he seemed moments from delivering on. “Can you make do with just me tonight?”
“We’ll have to see,” she said doubtfully and went to the table.
He pulled out her chair. After she sat, he caressed her bare shoulders and leaned close to her ear. “Careful, I’m a man who loves a challenge.”
His scent, a heady mix of spice and alluring musk, made her feel very “challenging” at that moment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Moving away, he lit candles, dimmed the lights, and put on music that softly whispered love and passion into the seductive shadows of the room. He claimed the chair adjacent to hers, brushing his long legs against her bare ones. Though elegant, the black chiffon high-low dress was strapless, and revealing. She’d worn it thinking there’d be others present at dinner. Now she needed more armor against his sex appeal. They may end up taking their attraction to the next level before the night was over, but that didn’t mean she had to be a mindless idiot in the interim.
“Wine?” He picked up the
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