sudden panic I felt under the covers to make sure I was fully clothed and sighed in relief as I discovered that I was.
I tried to pry the hairy arm and thick leg off of me but only succeeded in having Ian burrow more deeply into my side.
I was all too aware of something hard and long bouncing happily against my hip.
Shit! I shoved harder at the arm.
Ian murmured something and suddenly he was lying on top of me, and the happy hard object was pressed into my stomach. His pretty brown eyes were open, his lips curved in a smile. “Good morning.”
I frowned at him. “What’s so good about it?”
His head lowered and a heated tongue came out to slide along the seam of my lips. He tucked his hips to press the long, hard thing more thoroughly against me.
I gasped, seeing stars as all the blood ran from my brain to other parts of my body. He arched away from me, pulling a strand of white-gold hair off my cheek with his finger. “You and I are in bed together, and you are no longer under the influence of ambrosia. I’m free to fulfill your every desire, expressed so eloquently last night. I’d say that makes it a nearly perfect day.”
I grimaced, feeling the blood rushing back to my face in embarrassment. “You can’t hold last night against me.”
His eyebrows lifted, “I can’t?”
I tried to shove him off again but he felt as if he were made of lead. “Get off me!”
He grinned. “I don’t think so.” His lips lowered to claim mine and my hands stilled on his chest. I whimpered against his lips as feeling swamped me, bringing me to my emotional knees. I’d never had such a strong reaction to a man. And I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it. Fortunately for me Ian seemed more than willing to take the lead on that decision. He pressed heated kisses across my face and down my neck, sliding down my body to press kisses deep into the neckline of the overlarge shirt I still wore. As he moved, his fingers made short work of the tiny buttons down the front of the shirt.
Suddenly unable to breathe through the heat we were creating, I shoved at the covers, pushing them down as far as I could. Ian tugged the soft breeches I wore over my hips and down to my knees. I kicked them the rest of the way off.
Ian was already naked. My hands found the smooth milk chocolate skin of his back and slid upward, spanning the impressive vee created by his narrow waist widening to broad shoulders.
He shivered slightly under my touch.
Cool air slid across my overheated skin, followed by the smooth heat of his hands. I looked down and saw that my shirt was wide open and my naked breasts were mounding out from under his talented fingers. When he dipped his head and pulled a rigid peak into his mouth I cried out, arching my hips up to grind into hard, heated flesh.
Only a soft, thin barrier of cloth separated his body from mine. He wore nothing. I wore only the tiny panties I favored, which did little to cover me up. Ian was reaching for the narrow side band of the panties when all hell broke loose.
A horrendous clanging noise disrupted the near silence of the room, which, up to that point, had been pleasantly punctuated only by steamy sighs and urgent moans.
We jumped apart with a startled cry. Ian fell off the side of the bed, hitting the floor hard.
I was barely aware of him swearing colorfully as I grabbed the sides of my shirt and dragged them together frantically. I clutched the shirt together in a fist as I pushed at my tangled hair with the other hand. The air before me started to shimmer and I motioned for Ian to stay down on the ground, out of sight.
The Watcher’s ugly monkey face swam into view, hovering on the air in front of me.
I glared at him. “Was that necessary?”
He shrugged, grinning meanly. “I wanted to warn you in case you were doing something embarrassing.” His wide, black eyes narrowed on me, no doubt taking in my disheveled state. “You weren’t doing something embarrassing were
I tried to pry the hairy arm and thick leg off of me but only succeeded in having Ian burrow more deeply into my side.
I was all too aware of something hard and long bouncing happily against my hip.
Shit! I shoved harder at the arm.
Ian murmured something and suddenly he was lying on top of me, and the happy hard object was pressed into my stomach. His pretty brown eyes were open, his lips curved in a smile. “Good morning.”
I frowned at him. “What’s so good about it?”
His head lowered and a heated tongue came out to slide along the seam of my lips. He tucked his hips to press the long, hard thing more thoroughly against me.
I gasped, seeing stars as all the blood ran from my brain to other parts of my body. He arched away from me, pulling a strand of white-gold hair off my cheek with his finger. “You and I are in bed together, and you are no longer under the influence of ambrosia. I’m free to fulfill your every desire, expressed so eloquently last night. I’d say that makes it a nearly perfect day.”
I grimaced, feeling the blood rushing back to my face in embarrassment. “You can’t hold last night against me.”
His eyebrows lifted, “I can’t?”
I tried to shove him off again but he felt as if he were made of lead. “Get off me!”
He grinned. “I don’t think so.” His lips lowered to claim mine and my hands stilled on his chest. I whimpered against his lips as feeling swamped me, bringing me to my emotional knees. I’d never had such a strong reaction to a man. And I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it. Fortunately for me Ian seemed more than willing to take the lead on that decision. He pressed heated kisses across my face and down my neck, sliding down my body to press kisses deep into the neckline of the overlarge shirt I still wore. As he moved, his fingers made short work of the tiny buttons down the front of the shirt.
Suddenly unable to breathe through the heat we were creating, I shoved at the covers, pushing them down as far as I could. Ian tugged the soft breeches I wore over my hips and down to my knees. I kicked them the rest of the way off.
Ian was already naked. My hands found the smooth milk chocolate skin of his back and slid upward, spanning the impressive vee created by his narrow waist widening to broad shoulders.
He shivered slightly under my touch.
Cool air slid across my overheated skin, followed by the smooth heat of his hands. I looked down and saw that my shirt was wide open and my naked breasts were mounding out from under his talented fingers. When he dipped his head and pulled a rigid peak into his mouth I cried out, arching my hips up to grind into hard, heated flesh.
Only a soft, thin barrier of cloth separated his body from mine. He wore nothing. I wore only the tiny panties I favored, which did little to cover me up. Ian was reaching for the narrow side band of the panties when all hell broke loose.
A horrendous clanging noise disrupted the near silence of the room, which, up to that point, had been pleasantly punctuated only by steamy sighs and urgent moans.
We jumped apart with a startled cry. Ian fell off the side of the bed, hitting the floor hard.
I was barely aware of him swearing colorfully as I grabbed the sides of my shirt and dragged them together frantically. I clutched the shirt together in a fist as I pushed at my tangled hair with the other hand. The air before me started to shimmer and I motioned for Ian to stay down on the ground, out of sight.
The Watcher’s ugly monkey face swam into view, hovering on the air in front of me.
I glared at him. “Was that necessary?”
He shrugged, grinning meanly. “I wanted to warn you in case you were doing something embarrassing.” His wide, black eyes narrowed on me, no doubt taking in my disheveled state. “You weren’t doing something embarrassing were
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