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“Okay.”
“I wasn’t the one being plundered.”
The word had a smile spreading lazily over her face. “No? I thought I did a pretty good job.” She stretched and was pleased to see that her body was nearly in working order again. “Give me an hour and I’ll try again.”
Relief began to trickle through. “You’re not upset?”
“Do I look upset?”
He thought it over. She looked like a cat who’d happily gorged on a gallon of cream. He didn’t even realize he’d started to grin. “No, I guess not.”
“Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Maybe I am.” He started to reach out to drag her closer and found his fingers tangled in what was left of her bra. “Are you?”
She wondered that the grin didn’t split his face. He was watching her, all but whistling a tune as he spun the tattered lace on one finger. Morgana pushed up to her knees, noted his very satisfied eyes skimmed over her.“Do you know what, Nash?”
“No. What?”
“I’m going to have to wipe that grin off your face.”
“Yeah? How?”
Tossing her hair back, she planted herself over him. Slowly, sinuously, she slid down. “Watch me.”
Chapter 9
As far as Nash was concerned, life was a pretty good deal. He spent his days doing something he loved, and he was paid very well to do it. He had his health, a new home, and an interesting deal in the works. Best of all, he was enjoying an incredible affair with a fascinating woman. A woman whom, he’d discovered in the past weeks, he was not only desperately attracted to, but considered a friend.
Nash had learned through trial and error that a lover you couldn’t enjoy out of bed satisfied the body but left the spirit wanting. With Morgana, he’d found a woman he could laugh with, talk with, argue with, and make love with, all with a sense of intimacy he’d never experienced before.
A sense of intimacy he hadn’t realized he wanted before.
There were even times he forgot she was something more than a woman.
Now, as he finished the series of push-ups he forced himself to perform three times a week, he thought over their last few days together.
They’d taken a long, leisurely drive up to Big Sur to stand at an overlook, wind whipping their hair as they looked out over the staggering view of hills and water and cliffs. Like tourists, they’d taken snapshots with her camera, videos with his.
Though he’d felt a little foolish, he’d even scooped up a few pebbles—when she wasn’t looking—to slip into his pocket as a souvenir of the day.
He’d tagged along while she’d poked around in the shops in Carmel—and had been good-naturedly resigned when she piled packages into his arms.
Lunch on the terrace of some pretty café, surrounded by flowers. Sunset picnics on the beach, sitting with his arm around her, her head on his shoulder, while the great red orb bled fire into the sky and then sank into theindigo sea.
Quiet kisses at dusk. Easy laughter. Intimate looks in crowded places.
It was almost as if he was courting her.
With a grunt, Nash let his arms relax. Courting? No, that wasn’t what it was at all, he assured himself, rolling over on his back. They simply enjoyed each other’s company, a great deal. But it wasn’t courtship. Courtship had a sneaky habit of leading to marriage.
And marriage, Nash had decided long ago, was one experience he could do without.
A niggling doubt worked into his mind as he stood to flex the muscles he’d toned over the past half hour. Had he done anything to make her think that what they had together might lead to something... well, something legal and permanent? With DeeDee he had spelled out everything from the get-go, and still she’d been smugly certain she could change his mind.
But with Morgana he’d said nothing. He’d been too busy falling for her to be practical.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She was too important, she meant too much. She was...
