If You Dare(55)

“No, no’ at all. Just thinkin’ if you agree, we’re goin’ to need a bigger room in the future. Else you’ll get dizzy.”

Whatever he said was a winner of a response. She stilled, and her gaze softened so sweetly on him—she had never looked at him like that—and damned if he knew why. But he found he liked it. A lot.

“Just a kiss?” she murmured shyly.

“Wherever and whenever I feel like it.”

She resumed her glare at that, but mumbled, “Very well.”

Court was amazed she’d agreed. All he had to do was risk his life to keep her safe from the most vicious assassin order in Europe? And he got to kiss her, at his pleasure? He definitely had struck the better bargain. “Then we have a deal.” He rose and made a sweeping gesture. “You can have the bed.”

She eyed him warily before she unwrapped the blanket from her torso then hastened under the cover. The moment she lay on her side, he eased down alongside her.

She gasped. “You said I could have the—” She stopped herself. “I do have the bed, don’t I? But you didn’t say to myself.”

“You learn too quickly, lass. I’ll have no more tricks in my bag.”

She stiffened, and right when she would scramble away, he threw his arm over her, careful of her bandage. “Anna, stay. I will no’ take my payment now. We are both hurt, exhausted, and drunk. Nothing could stir me. Even the sight of your lovely bottom dinna stir me,” he said, lying so much he thought he’d be struck down. She relaxed somewhat. “But if you took away any one of the three, then I’d kiss you.”

She was silent for a moment, then asked, “Why?”

“Because you’re the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely.” He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, “Thoroughly.”

She shivered, then eased over on her back and faced him. Her breasts pressed against her nightdress, her nipples hard, and just below them she ran her finger back and forth across the cover in long, languorous movements. “That sounds like a lot of work, MacCarrick,” she purred with that accent. “Will you be the man to do all that to me?”

He groaned and leaned forward, thanking God for whisky. “Anna, you have no idea.”

She put one finger against his chest and pushed. As she turned away, dismissing him, she said, “Stirred?”





Eighteen




W hat imp had caused her to taunt him like this? She didn’t feel like she was rubbing a bear’s belly, she felt like she was jabbing it with arrows when the beast was in bed with her. And she knew better.

It was just that the ride here against his chest had been so surprising, and then seeing him grin had been confusing. Here was the man who’d just spied on her and seen her naked, but the look on his face afterward had been…rewarding?

Or she was simply drunk. Yet again.

“I like that,” he said. His voice, so husky and rumbling, always pleased her. Even when she’d despised him and the words—and accent—his deep voice conveyed, she’d enjoyed the sound. But tonight she could no longer despise him. Tonight it made her tremble.

“You like what?” she asked, too curious to refrain.

“No’ that you tease me.”

“Then what?”

“That you think you can tease me and actually keep my hands off your body with a finger.”

She did think that. For some reason she’d always known he would never force himself on her, even when he’d kissed her at the lodge. “But I have.” She needed to bite her tongue. Was she trying to provoke him? She’d already agreed to let him kiss her whenever he pleased!

“Tonight you have,” he agreed, then pulled her to her back to face him. “But if you look at me like that again and speak to me in that voice, you will no’ fare so well in the future.” His tone was low, his eyes watchful. She realized she found his eyes as pleasing as his voice. They were dark, but now she noticed lighter flecks. She wished she knew what color those were….

Oh, Lord, she feared she was looking at him like that just this second. She tore her gaze from his and studied his lips. She remembered how good kissing him had felt and absently asked, “Then what would happen?”

“Then I would kiss your lips.” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, and the whisky insisted that she allow it. “And your neck.” He caressed his fingers down her neck. The feeling was so pleasurable, she fought to keep her eyes open and lost. Then no touch at all. Just when she was opening her eyes to his, she felt the first contact to her breast. “And then your breasts.”