man of the family, although he was only a year older than Caleb, and two years older than Duncan. MacBain, their factotum, had been a father figure. But he wasn’t their Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
father. None of the Edge boys had understood the blind, insane passion that drove their parents to the exclusion of all else.
His older brother had accepted the fact that his father lived away from them in Scotland, but Caleb had always thought it was bullshit. Magnus had married their mother, and then, instead of sticking it out, trying to find a way around Nairne’s Curse, he’d run like a damned coward with his tail between his legs.
Magnus should never have married in the first place. Yeah, Caleb and his brothers wouldn’t exist right now, but the Curse would have stopped with their father.
Caleb, Gabriel, and Duncan had made each other a promise when they were in their early teens. None of them would marry. They’d avoid love like the plague it was. And Nairne’s Curse would unequivocally end with them.
That had been an easy promise to keep up until 1500 hours this morning.
Caleb felt as though he was being slowly and cleverly wrapped in the sticky silken web of a beautiful spider as he lay beside this woman who made his pulse pound and his brain forget minor details like the Curse. A T-FLAC operative’s survival depended on mental as well as physical toughness. He had a bum knee, and he’d met Heather— Hannah.
“What were you doing in a grocery store when you’re staying in a hotel?” Hannah asked without opening her eyes. He thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Maybe I followed you in.”
Her eyes opened and her body stiffened slightly. “Did you?”
“No, of course not,” Caleb lied easily. “You were stalking me, remember?”
Her eyes closed and she smiled. “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?”
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“Hot enough to light your fire—Hey. Where’re you going?” he demanded as she rolled from under his hand. Cheeks pink, eyes sparkling devilishly, she said, “Please, sir, I want some more.”
Caleb laughed. “Oh, you do, do you?” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Then you’re going to have to do all the work. My knee hurts.”
Hannah straddled his hips, bracing her hands on his chest. “Aw. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?”
She lifted one knee from the bed as if she were going to unseat herself.
He pulled her mouth down to meet his. “Later.” He tasted her smile as she met his mouth with eager heat. He stroked her breast, fitting it to his palm, learning the shape and texture in a slow exploration that had her breathless and him hot all over again.
She wrapped her fingers around the hard length of him, moving her hand up and down. When she brushed her thumb over the head of his penis, he shuddered convulsively. “You’re killing me.”
“Hmm.” She guided him to her, then impaled herself on his hard length with a groan. Her sheath closed around him like a benediction. Hands resting on his belly, she froze as her internal muscles clenched around him.
Caleb knew exactly what she was feeling. The sensation was so sharp, so intensely exquisite, he couldn’t move either. Their gazes locked in the watery half light from the uncurtained window. He didn’t dare move. He’d come in a heartbeat. He could tell from the tension in her face that she too was on the razor’s edge and needed a moment. Carefully, he slid his hands over her hips, holding her still. Her breath heaved on a shuddering breath and her insides tightened.
The clawing need built and built while their eyes remained locked. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth to maintain a scintilla of control. The sharp bite of her short nails digging into his belly told him that she was literally hanging on, too.
“I can’t—I
father. None of the Edge boys had understood the blind, insane passion that drove their parents to the exclusion of all else.
His older brother had accepted the fact that his father lived away from them in Scotland, but Caleb had always thought it was bullshit. Magnus had married their mother, and then, instead of sticking it out, trying to find a way around Nairne’s Curse, he’d run like a damned coward with his tail between his legs.
Magnus should never have married in the first place. Yeah, Caleb and his brothers wouldn’t exist right now, but the Curse would have stopped with their father.
Caleb, Gabriel, and Duncan had made each other a promise when they were in their early teens. None of them would marry. They’d avoid love like the plague it was. And Nairne’s Curse would unequivocally end with them.
That had been an easy promise to keep up until 1500 hours this morning.
Caleb felt as though he was being slowly and cleverly wrapped in the sticky silken web of a beautiful spider as he lay beside this woman who made his pulse pound and his brain forget minor details like the Curse. A T-FLAC operative’s survival depended on mental as well as physical toughness. He had a bum knee, and he’d met Heather— Hannah.
“What were you doing in a grocery store when you’re staying in a hotel?” Hannah asked without opening her eyes. He thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Maybe I followed you in.”
Her eyes opened and her body stiffened slightly. “Did you?”
“No, of course not,” Caleb lied easily. “You were stalking me, remember?”
Her eyes closed and she smiled. “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
“Hot enough to light your fire—Hey. Where’re you going?” he demanded as she rolled from under his hand. Cheeks pink, eyes sparkling devilishly, she said, “Please, sir, I want some more.”
Caleb laughed. “Oh, you do, do you?” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Then you’re going to have to do all the work. My knee hurts.”
Hannah straddled his hips, bracing her hands on his chest. “Aw. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?”
She lifted one knee from the bed as if she were going to unseat herself.
He pulled her mouth down to meet his. “Later.” He tasted her smile as she met his mouth with eager heat. He stroked her breast, fitting it to his palm, learning the shape and texture in a slow exploration that had her breathless and him hot all over again.
She wrapped her fingers around the hard length of him, moving her hand up and down. When she brushed her thumb over the head of his penis, he shuddered convulsively. “You’re killing me.”
“Hmm.” She guided him to her, then impaled herself on his hard length with a groan. Her sheath closed around him like a benediction. Hands resting on his belly, she froze as her internal muscles clenched around him.
Caleb knew exactly what she was feeling. The sensation was so sharp, so intensely exquisite, he couldn’t move either. Their gazes locked in the watery half light from the uncurtained window. He didn’t dare move. He’d come in a heartbeat. He could tell from the tension in her face that she too was on the razor’s edge and needed a moment. Carefully, he slid his hands over her hips, holding her still. Her breath heaved on a shuddering breath and her insides tightened.
The clawing need built and built while their eyes remained locked. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth to maintain a scintilla of control. The sharp bite of her short nails digging into his belly told him that she was literally hanging on, too.
“I can’t—I
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