Page 79 of My UnTrue Love
Clem swallowed. “There are doors between us, still. If you open up all your emotions, our connection will grow even deeper. The energy will expand exponentially.”
He opened his eyes and looked her way. “Can you feel me any, on your end of the connection?”
“Some.”
A lot.Muchmore than she’d sensed with Johnny. She felt the strength of Bill’s mind. Deep, intricate layers of ideas, both dark and light. It was like standing in a lightning storm and sensing the charge in the air. Knowing you were in the midst of some huge power that could light up the whole world.
Or destroy you.
The unexpected warning flitted through her mind. Being so close to Bill was dangerous. He had the capacity to wound her far deeper than Johnny ever had, because her feelings for him were so much bigger.
Inadequacy resurfaced within Clem, unwelcomed remnants from her teenage years. No matter how hard she’d tried, she’d never quite fit in anywhere. Maybe Bill was keeping his deepest emotions closed behind that door, because he mostly cared about his career and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by letting her know.
Bill’s head tilted, seeing her unsure expression.
She chewed on her lower lip.
His brows rose questioningly, asking what was wrong.
She lifted a shoulder, telling him it was nothing.
He turned onto his side, not satisfied with her half-hearted response, and waited for her to explain.
She rolled so she faced him, too.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a long minute.
“Just… overall… do youlikehaving a muse?” Clem needed to be sure of at least that much.
Bill gave her a mysterious smile. “I like havingmymuse.”
“You wouldn’t have accepted a different one, though?”
“Not in a million years.”
“You’re positive?”
“Only you’re allowed in my head, darlin’.”
Clementine instantly felt better. “Good.” She flopped onto her back again, before she did something very stupid.You are not going to entice him into sex tonight.
No matter how blue his eyes were…
No matter how tempted she was by his clean, masculine scent…
No matter how much she wanted to run her fingers through his thick hair…
No matter how strong her urge was to explore the contours of his very beautiful ass…
She wasdeterminedto keep her hands to herself.
Muses were objectified, all the time, and it was degrading. Bill was a sensitive, thoughtful artist.Notjust a desirable body. If he was focused on his career right now, there was nothing wrong with that. She would help him succeed. Shewantedto! She’d prove to him that she could be a reliable and understanding partner. In the meantime, he would slowly discover his deeper feelings for her and soon she’d be in his arms.
God, Bill had nice arms.
Her eyes measured their width, remembering how he’d asked her to massage them after he’d been handcuffed. How strong they’d felt beneath her hands. The memory made her insides heat. Working on the railroad was a hot, dangerous job and she was glad he’d been fired from it. But –holy moly!-- did it doincrediblethings for a man’s biceps.
Bill shifted onto his back and stacked his arms behind his head, making the muscle stretch and bunch. Thatsowasn’t fair. “Anyhow, I’ve been mullin’ over your pa’s song, since you gave it to me. And all of a sudden I’m hearing something in my head… and it seems not so terrible.”
