Tell Me Your Secrets(20)

With a groan she fell face first onto the bed. She had it bad. Yeah, she still wasn’t happy with him for tying her to the bench, but she wasn’t fucking pissed anymore either. In fact, she wanted to see him.

But he’d kept his word about giving her time. He hadn’t tried to contact her in any way since she’d walked out of the dungeon. A few times she’d spied him out the window as he disappeared into the woods. She knew he still looked for Grady. And if his stiff stance and hardened shoulders were any clue, she’d guess he hadn’t been able to take him down yet.

Maybe she’d overreacted a little bit. She could understand his desire to protect her. The incident a few nights past in the woods had been a close call. But when she’d offered to help him, she’d been thinking about him. She couldn’t imagine what it was like emotionally knowing he had to kill his friend. Her thought was to not have him bear his burden alone.

She rolled over and looked at the ceiling. They both had fault. She could have been more reasonable. More than one person in her life had warned her about being pushy and stubborn. Hell, her mother reminded her of her thick-headed ways at least once a month.

It would be easy to lay blame and go back and forth, but when it came down to it, only one thing mattered. She missed him.

Scooting off the bed, she went to the window and pulled back the drapes. The soft light behind her didn’t interfere with her ability to see. The moon was bright and bathed the land in a shimmering white light. It was just past two in the morning.

Her gaze panned the area, not expecting to find her quarry. A staggered breath entered her lungs as she caught sight of him. He stood on the beach, looking out at the waves. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. The temptation to go to him was great. She wanted to feel his arms around her but she didn’t know what to say. Words might very well get in the way. But her body and her heart ached for his touch.

She released the curtain and it glided back in place, cutting off her view of Dorian.





Chapter Eight




Dorian bit back the curse he wanted to utter. Everything seemed to be heading right down the crapper. Grady remained elusive. And even during the hunt it had been hell to keep his thoughts from going to Jesenia. He’d really fucked up.

The waves lapped at his bare feet. Tonight he’d shifted, using the fine senses of his animal to look for any trace of Grady’s track. But he’d found none. When he’d given up the search for the night, he’d only stopped to pull on his jeans before heading for the beach. The pebbled sand dug into his soles, but he didn’t mind.

His thoughts went to the night he’d first made love to Jesenia. Her sounds of pleasure had mixed with the cacophony of the waves. Bathed in moonlight, she’d been the perfect picture of sexiness. He fisted his hands at his side. Bloody hell, he missed her.

He wanted to go to her. Maybe she would listen to his reasons now. He knew none of them were probably good reasons, but still he didn’t want to lose her permanently. And fuck it, if it created problems, he’d face them along the way. But he had to give her time. Damn if that wasn’t a hard request to grant. He’d lived for hundreds of years, yet the last three days had seemed like an eternity.

The wind tousled his hair as another wave crashed, sending ocean spray to pepper his chest and lower body. The cool water did nothing to calm the heat in his veins. He wanted to touch her—hold her. Hell, he could even smell her. And then he realized the scent wasn’t a memory. He turned and there she stood.

She was a sensual vision in front of him. Her dress molded to her legs as the wind whipped at the material. Buttons ran all the way up the front and ended at a rounded neckline. The fabric hugged her full breasts. Her dark hair was loose, floating about in the breeze.

As she closed the distance between them, he could hardly draw breath. He didn’t want to mess this up. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Jesenia, I—”

She placed her finger over his lips. “Don’t. Not yet.”

The light brushing of her finger only made him crave more of her touch. He parted his lips and gently sucked the pad of her digit. He saw her body tremble. She released a moan and his cock hardened instantly, straining against the seam of his jeans. One hand grabbed her hip as the other cupped the side of her face. With a tug he pulled her body into his and claimed her mouth.

He kissed her deeply, molding his body against hers. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back as she pressed her front more tightly against him. She returned each stroke of his tongue, kissing him with a passion that matched his own.

Ah, how he’d missed her. He slid his hands to her ass and squeezed, lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he sank to his knees. This time he moaned as her pelvis met his. She rocked her hips and his dick pulsed.