Page 51 of Captivated
As she pulled into his driveway, she was smiling. She had a few surprises for Nash, starting with her plan for this balmy Saturday night. She reached for the bag on the seat beside her, and Pan stuck his head over her shoulder.
“Just give me a minute,” she told him, “and you can get out and see what’s what. Luna will show you around.”
From her perch on the floor of the passenger seat, Luna glanced up, eyes slitted.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll dump you both back home. You’ll have only yourselves for company until Monday.”
As she stepped from the car, she felt a flicker, like a curtain fluttering over her mind. She stood, one handresting on the door, absorbing a wash of wind, a whisper of sound. The air thickened, grayed. There was no dizziness. It was as if she had stepped from sunshine into shadows, shadows where mysteries waited to be solved. She strained to see beyond that mist, but it lay heavy, teasing her with hints and glimpses only.
Then the sun was back, and there was only the sound of water rushing against rock.
Though she hadn’t Sebastian’s gift for precognition, or Anastasia’s empathetic tendencies, she understood.
Things were about to change. And soon. Morgana also understood that those changes might not be something she would have wished for.
Shaking off the mood, she started up the walk. Tomorrow could always be changed, she reminded herself. Especially if one concentrated on now. Since now equaled Nash, she was willing to fight to keep it.
He opened the door before she reached it and stood, hands tucked in his pockets, smiling at her. “Hi, babe.”
“Hi.” Dangling the bag from one hand, she linked an arm around his neck and curved her body to his for a kiss. “Do you know how I feel?”
“Yeah.” He skimmed his hands down her sides to her hips. “I know exactly how you feel. Fantastic.”
She chuckled and pushed the last lingering doubts aside. “As it happens, you’re right.” Riding on pure emotion, she handed him the rose.
“For me?” He wasn’t exactly sure what a man’s response should be when a woman gave him a rosebud.
“Absolutely for you.” She kissed him again while Luna strolled territorially into the house. “How would you like to spend an evening”—she moved her mouth seductively to his ear—“an entire evening... doing something”—voice breathy, she walked her fingers up his chest—“decadent?”
His blood leapt in his veins and roared in the ear she was tormenting. “When do we get started?”
“Well.” She rubbed against him, tilting her head back just enough to look into his eyes. “Why waste time?”
“God, I love an aggressive woman.”
“Good. Because I’ve got big plans for you...” She caught his lower lip in her teeth, sucked gently. “Babe. And it’s going to take hours.”
He wondered if he’d ever breathe normally again. He hoped not. “Want to start here and work our way inside?”
“Uh-uh.” She eased away, sliding her hand down and gripping his waistband to pull him inside with her. Pan padded in behind them, decided he wouldn’t get much attention from either of them and moved along to check out the house. “We can’t do what I have in mind outside. Follow me.” Tossing him a sultry look over hershoulder, she started upstairs.
“You bet.”
He made a grab for her at the top of the stairs. After a moment’s debate, she let him catch her. Sliding into the kiss was like sliding into a hot tub. Full of heat and bubbles. But when he tugged on her zipper, she eased herself away.
“Morgana...”
She only shook her head and strolled into the bedroom.
“I’ve got a treat for you, Nash.” Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a thin shimmer of black silk and tossed it carelessly on his bed. He glanced at it, back at her. He could imagine her wearing it.
He could imagine taking it off of her.
His fingertips began to tingle.
“I made a stop on the way over. Picked up a few... things.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he laid the rose on the dresser. “So far, I like it.”
