Page 69 of Entranced
“In that case,” he murmured, running his lips down her spine. “Why don’t you put it out of your mind and concentrate on me?”
Smiling to herself, she set the brandy on the chest at the foot of the bed. “Maybe I could.” She flipped, then twisted, getting a solid grip before shoving him back on the bed. With her hands clamped on his, she leaned down until they were nose-to-nose. “Gotcha.”
He grinned, then nipped her lower lip. “Yes, you do.”
“And I might just keep you a while.” She kissed the tip of his nose, then his cheek, his chin, his lips. “The brandy tastes better on you than it does in the glass.”
“Try again, just to be sure.”
With humor bright in her eyes, she lowered her mouth to his and sampled long and deep. “Mmm-hmm. A definite improvement. I do like your taste, Donovan.” She linked her fingers with his, pleased that he made nomove to break the contact when she slid down to nibble at his throat.
She teased him, toying with his desire and her own as she savored his flesh. Warm here, cooler there, the rich beat of a pulse beneath her lips. She enjoyed the shape of his body, the width of his shoulders, the hard, smooth chest, the quick quiver of his flat belly under her touch.
She liked the way her hand looked gliding over him, her skin shades lighter than his, the ring glowing with its meld of colors against the silver. Rubbing her cheek over him, she felt not just passion, but a deep, drugging emotion that welled up like wine and clouded her senses.
Her throat stung with it, her eyes burned, and her heart all but melted out of her chest.
With a sigh, she brought her lips back to his.
It was she who was the witch tonight, he thought, wallowing in her. She who had the power and the gift. She had taken his heart, his soul, his needs, his future, and had them cupped delicately in her hands.
He murmured his love for her, again and again, but the language of his blood was Gaelic, and she didn’t understand.
They moved together, flowing over the bed as if it were an enchanted lake. As the moon began to set, shifting night closer to day, they were lost in each other, surrounded by the magic each brought to the other.
When she rose over him, her body glimmering in the lamplight, her eyes dark with desires, heavy with pleasures, he thought she had never looked more beautiful. Or more his.
He reached for her. And she answered. Their bodies blended. The moment was sweet and fine and fierce.
She arched back, taking more of him, shuddering with the glory of it.
Their hands met, and held, gripping firm as they rose toward the next pinnacle.
When they could go no higher, when he had emptied himself into her and their flesh was weak and wet from love, she slid down to him, hardly aware that her eyes were damp. She buried her face at his throat, shivering as his arms came around her.
“Don’t let go,” she murmured. “All night. Don’t let go all night.”
“I won’t.”
He held her while her heart struggled with the knowledge that it loved, and until her body gave way to weariness and slept.
Chapter 11
It wasn’t so difficult to get a look at the appointment books for the beauty shop and health club in the Silver Palace. If you smiled enough and tipped enough, Mel knew, you could get a look at most anything. And by tipping a little more, it was easy to match her schedule with Linda Glass’s.
That was the simple part. The hard part for Mel was the prospect of spending an entire day wearing a leotard.
When she took her place in the aerobics class with a dozen other women, she sent a friendly smile in Linda’s direction.
“So, you’re giving it a try.” The redhead checked to see that her mane was still bundled attractively in its band.
“I really appreciate the tip,” Mel responded. “With the move, I’ve missed over a week. It doesn’t take long to get out of shape.”
“Don’t I know it. Whenever I travel—” She broke off when the instructor switched on a recorder. Out poured a catchy rock ballad.
“Time to stretch, ladies.” All smiles and firm muscles, the instructor turned to face the mirror at the head of the class. “Now, reach!” she said in her perky voice as she demonstrated.
Mel followed along through the stretches and the warm-up and into the more demanding routines. Though she considered herself in excellent shape, she had to give all her attention to the moves. Obviously she’d plopped herself down in a very advanced class, and there was a matter of grace and style, as well as endurance.
