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Draycott Eternal Part 54

Hewas caught. Skewered. Burning at the sight of her. Electricity was doing somersaults through his body. "I"m sorry to hear it."

She lifted her skirt and turned slightly. "Maybe you could help?"

He wouldn"t help. He could uncover, arouse, possess. But never help.

She looked at him, her eyes vulnerable and luminous as twilight gathered into darkness.

"Please?" she whispered.

And with that word Ian was lost, lost so deep he didn"t remember what he had been fighting.

His hands opened, settling carefully over the warm skin above her knee. "Here?" he rasped.

Jamee"s head tilted back as she sighed. "And there." She moved her leg against his hand. He felt her shiver when he inched beneath the edge of her stocking. "There"s nothing caught, Jamee," he said gruffly.

"I"m so glad to hear it." She turned, her back braced against his chest. "Now you can take it off."

She was like his priceless orchids, velvet petals slick with dew. She trembled when Ian"s hands went up instead of down. Her stocking slid on its own to the floor.

Beneath her skirt she wore a tiny, improbable scrap of lace that looked too delicate to have any purpose except to inflame him.

Which it was doing admirably.

Her hip eased back with apparent innocence against his thigh. Heat curled from the pit of his stomach, then plunged to his gut.

"So hot. All this lovely steam." She raised her arms. The silk dress parted, inched over her shoulders, then slid to the floor.

Ian stared, frozen, his heart slamming.

Gold skin spilled from a silk camisole topped with sheer lace. Every curve and shadow was visible beneath.

Jamee turned, her breasts peaked and dark against the silk. The narrow strap trembled and slid down her shoulder. "Ian, if I"m not-" she began unsteadily. "If this isn"t what you want-"

Lost.

Ian made a flat, hard sound and brought his mouth to all that golden, glowing skin. In a second, the camisole was gone and one delicate crest trembled against his mouth.

Her heart raced. He felt it slamming beneath his fingers as he made his way downward with slow, maddening thoroughness. When she swayed, he guided her back against the marble Cupid while his sensual foray continued.

He wanted to see every soft inch while it was still possible. Then the final wedge of lace was before him, tantalizing.

He looked up and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. "Ian, I-"

The lace disappeared. He cupped her gently like the orchids she reminded him of, fragrant petals glistening with dew. She was fire beneath his hands as he traced the soft shadow of her ribs, then the damp auburn curls that clustered lower.

With lips and gentle tongue.

"Please, Ian, I can"t-"

"Yes, you can. Now,mo cridhe. "

She arched against him, her fingers digging into his hair. She balanced on the fine edge of passion, and then he catapulted her off into worlds that had no name.

The colors in the room faded with the gloom of twilight. But other senses took the place of Ian"s vision. He heard the soft, husky rasp of her breath and smelled the sweet, floral scent of her skin.

He wanted more. In a second, he found it.

His mouth settled over her heat with no more barriers. Like a trembling flower, she moved beneath him, sleek with the sweetness of her need. Ian did every carnal thing he"d dreamed of for too many sleepless nights, perversely driven to take forever as he teased her to madness, stretching out the pleasure until they both knew torment.

And Jamee was better than any fantasy, honest and generous in his arms, crying out his name as the stones dissolved beneath her and she fell.

Or she flew. Into forever. Into seas of silver where wishes were tiny fish that nibbled at her hands.

Ian catapulted her off into worlds that had no name. Into colors she had yet to experience. He felt the desire surge through her, lift her high and leave her shuddering, breathing his name.

So beautiful.

His hands tensed and slid deep, his mouth a counterpoint to his hands. "I love you, Jamee," he whispered over the tangled silk that cast back his own heat.

Where she would sheathe him.

Ian channeled all his senses into touch. Slow. Deeply. Until he watched her turn inside out and come apart against him again.

Once.

Twice.

Impossible to want her more or need this less.

His belt hissed free. It was a race now, hunger against hunger. Cursing himself for the pride that had made him wait, Ian fumbled with the last of his clothes.

Her breath caught. Definitely caught. "God, Ian, you"re a sight."

"Is that good or bad?" he rasped.

"Magnificent, I"d say." She eased her hands down his chest. Each touch was madness and infinite need. She took her time showing him just how much she wanted him.

The stars were lost high above when her hands cupped his heated male length, sweetly goading. "You said you didn"t come to do bout with your past. So prove it, McCall." Her lips curved. "Now."

With a groan, Ian closed his eyes. He caught her hips and impaled her slowly. He could barely see her face, little more than a dim outline against the gloom of twilight. But Ian felt her, felt her hands clench at his shoulders and her hips move in sudden urgency.

With a low groan he tensed. One stroke brought him inside her. He moved with savage focus, inch by inch, pleasing them both even as they perched on the jagged edge of passion.

One more thrust. Her breath caught in shocked delight, while her hands strained against him.

Another, while his heart tried to slam free of his chest. Heat was a madness in his blood as she rocked against him, opening, welcoming each hot thrust, as frantic as he was.

"Sweet heaven, Ian, this is-You are-" She gave a soft groan. "Why did you make us wait so long for something so wonderful?"

Ian feasted on the color in Jamee"s body, the vibrant textures of her voice.

Every second brought him deeper. He wanted to be the first and the last for her, but he would settle for being the very best, the one she would always remember.

"There are no rules here, Jamee. No conditions. Only what you want."

"You. Just like this." She tensed, her eyes dim. "Ian, I can feel you. You"re so deep that we..."

Her nails dug into his back. With a startled cry, she arched against him, skin tight to slick skin.

Desire slammed through him as she spun away, velvet skin clenched around him. And this time, Ian followed, finding light and color hidden in her laughter, joy shimmering from her skin and captured in her hair. She turned him inside out. She made him reckless. She forced him to close his eyes and open his soul instead.

And then she taught him how very much he loved her.

BREATHING WASa painful effort. Moving was beyond imagining. But smiling Ian could just about manage.

So he smiled. Liking the little sounds she made when he eased her down against the couch.

Loving the way his touch made her shudder while aftershocks rippled through her.

"You were..." She raised one hand, then let it fall limply. "That was..."

"Not bad." The feel of her skin had him hardening again. "But it gets better."

She shook her head slowly, more than a little drunk from the power of the emotions flooding through her. "No way. Impossible. Negatory, McCall."

His fingers slid between their heated bodies. His lips nuzzled one rosy nipple.

Her eyes snapped open. "But you just-" She swallowed. Her head fell back as he did slow, forbidden, wonderful things that sent new flames of sensation racing inside her.

"That"s right, I did," Ian said harshly. "And now I"m going to do it all over again."

Her hands twisted in his hair, pulling him closer. "I don"t suppose arguing would do any good."

"Not a bit."

She settled over him perfectly, her body already knowing just how to touch him, how to cradle and arouse him.

"Good," she whispered raggedly as he moved deep inside her.

JAMEE OPENED HER EYESa century or two later. Every inch of her body felt hot and sensitized, and she seemed to have lost her bones somewhere.

Ian was bent over the spring. She savored the sight of his muscled back, the long tapering legs.

He studied the water, then scooped up a handful.

"I"m glad I didn"t argue," she said huskily.

"So am I." He sank down beside her and brought the water to her mouth. "Drink this. It"s magic. The oldest kind," he said gravely.

Jamee felt her throat tighten at the fierce tenderness in his eyes. "Some kind of love potion that you McCalls have been hiding for generations?"

His lips curved. "Something like that. Go on, drink." His hands moved to her mouth.

Jamee closed her eyes and drained every warm drop, her lips nuzzling his palm. She swallowed, tasting the faint metallic bite of iron and salt and probably a dozen other minerals.

Heat teased her mouth, then plummeted, filling all the hidden corners of her heart as Glenlyle"s spell was cast irrevocably around her.

Ian"s damp hands settled over her breasts and cradled her with infinite tenderness. "Are you seduced yet, lass?"

"Almost. Maybe with some more encouragement..."

He raised her in powerful hands and carried her to the spring. "Legend says that this spring arises from deep within the earth, its waters purer than anything found above ground today.

And this is the heart of the castle, Jamee. We keep this locked for safety, since whoever controls this spring controls Glenlyle."

She realized what he was saying, just how much he was offering her then.

Control over this place and himself, as Glenlyle"s lord.

"What I"m trying to say," Ian whispered raggedly, "is that I adore you. Admire you. Respect you. Like you." His mouth settled on hers. "Loveyou."

Words failed her. Her vision grew blurred. "That"s some love potion, McCall," she said unsteadily.

"Now you have to answer."

"Do I get to answer now? Any way I want?"

"Anyway and anything. All except for no," he muttered.

She pulled him into the water. Slowly, she slid down along his rigid frame while the soft waves bubbled up around them. Her hands moved up his arms and closed over his shoulders while she wrapped her long legs around his waist and brought him all the way home inside her.

"What I"m trying to say here, McCall," she said breathily, "is that I adore you. Want you wildly. Desire you madly." Her back arched as he began to move inside her, slow, shuddering strokes that left them both breathless. "Couldn"t eventhink about living without you."

"I might hold you to that."

The current played around them, a silken counterpoint to the deep, pounding rhythm of his body inside her.

Jamee"s hands closed. Desire spun a silver path within her. "Hold me to it," she ordered.

"Forever, McCall." Her blood sang. Her skin burned.

And the fit of him was smooth, aching perfection.

"No matterwhat, " she whispered as need broke free and drove her high, then swept them both down into oblivion.