she found herself settling into a hot bath. She opened her eyes. Colin straightened, standing over her.
What a way to wake up. She wriggled her fingers in the water, enjoying her new Night Walker senses. Colin walked to the door, and she frowned. You’re not coming in with me?
Not yet. He glanced back at her. I have some cleaning up to do first.
Cleaning up?
You’re a Night Walker now. There was an Irish lilt to his voice. Playful. While ya rested yer body transformed. It’s a pisser of a process, but the end result is more than worth it.
With an accent like that no one would take ya for a foreigner.
His grin widened. I have lived here longer than any Irishmen on the island. I think I earned a little brogue, aye?
“Aye.” She had no idea what the tone of her voice was, but the sparkle in his eyes made it worth the effort.
Bollocks. I cannae get enough of you, angel. He came back over for one more kiss.
She watched him walk away, uninhibited in his nakedness. His chiseled, well-muscled nakedness. She pinched herself just to make sure she was really awake. Dipping under the water, she wet her hair and surfaced to find him standing in the doorway.
I thought you had to clean up.
Already did.
Her eyes widened. How?
Besides having clear vision in the dark and hearin’ thoughts, we can move faster than mortals can see. He raised a brow slightly. Especially when I’ve got incentive.
Incentive? She gnawed at her lower lip, enjoying the way he watched her mouth.
I have plans for you… He scooped her out of the tub so fast she gasped. He turned on the shower. But the tub is too small for my plans.
Oh really? She grinned as she kissed him slowly.
His tongue parted her lips, drawing a moan from her throat as she returned his caress. He carried her into the shower, lowering her feet to the ground, the hot water sluicing down her body. He stood behind her and shampooed her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp until she worried her knees might give out. His soapy hands reached around her, teasing her nipples into taut points before sliding down her abdomen.
She rested against his chest, enjoying his attention. He bent and brushed his lips against her shoulder. He turned her to face him while he rinsed out her hair.
When she opened her eyes, his smile softened as he ran a soapy finger over her pendant. I am so grateful to whatever or whoever wove our destinies together, that you were playing piano as I walked by the pub.
I had a dream the night before. I saw your face, and I wondered how our lives were connected. I’m sorry that I doubted you when Benedict told me he saw you with Muriel.
He shrugged. I should have told you everything, but I was too selfish, too afraid I would lose you. In the end, I almost did.
She ran her wet hand up his chest to rest over his heart. In my dreams I can still hear. The banshee called and I saw your face and Benedict’s. Our lives were entwined and death was coming, but I didn’t warn you. I didn’t realize Muriel would get pulled into the web.
None of this is your fault.
She nodded with a little shrug. Maybe all of it was destiny. I was given a glimpse but no chance to change it.
He bent his knees, sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs, lifting her so they were eye to eye. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her forehead to his. His voice warmed her from the inside out.
From this night on…no more secrets.
She nodded. No more secrets.
His lips fused to hers. She tangled her fingers in the back of his wet hair, moaning as the tip of his erection brushed her opening. She rocked her hips forward, and their bodies joined. Every thrust of his hips, every inch of him inside of her, sent her passion soaring.
Colin was her destiny. This moment, this love. His blood had silenced the banshee.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, opening for him. Teasing her flesh with his tongue, he whispered into
What a way to wake up. She wriggled her fingers in the water, enjoying her new Night Walker senses. Colin walked to the door, and she frowned. You’re not coming in with me?
Not yet. He glanced back at her. I have some cleaning up to do first.
Cleaning up?
You’re a Night Walker now. There was an Irish lilt to his voice. Playful. While ya rested yer body transformed. It’s a pisser of a process, but the end result is more than worth it.
With an accent like that no one would take ya for a foreigner.
His grin widened. I have lived here longer than any Irishmen on the island. I think I earned a little brogue, aye?
“Aye.” She had no idea what the tone of her voice was, but the sparkle in his eyes made it worth the effort.
Bollocks. I cannae get enough of you, angel. He came back over for one more kiss.
She watched him walk away, uninhibited in his nakedness. His chiseled, well-muscled nakedness. She pinched herself just to make sure she was really awake. Dipping under the water, she wet her hair and surfaced to find him standing in the doorway.
I thought you had to clean up.
Already did.
Her eyes widened. How?
Besides having clear vision in the dark and hearin’ thoughts, we can move faster than mortals can see. He raised a brow slightly. Especially when I’ve got incentive.
Incentive? She gnawed at her lower lip, enjoying the way he watched her mouth.
I have plans for you… He scooped her out of the tub so fast she gasped. He turned on the shower. But the tub is too small for my plans.
Oh really? She grinned as she kissed him slowly.
His tongue parted her lips, drawing a moan from her throat as she returned his caress. He carried her into the shower, lowering her feet to the ground, the hot water sluicing down her body. He stood behind her and shampooed her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp until she worried her knees might give out. His soapy hands reached around her, teasing her nipples into taut points before sliding down her abdomen.
She rested against his chest, enjoying his attention. He bent and brushed his lips against her shoulder. He turned her to face him while he rinsed out her hair.
When she opened her eyes, his smile softened as he ran a soapy finger over her pendant. I am so grateful to whatever or whoever wove our destinies together, that you were playing piano as I walked by the pub.
I had a dream the night before. I saw your face, and I wondered how our lives were connected. I’m sorry that I doubted you when Benedict told me he saw you with Muriel.
He shrugged. I should have told you everything, but I was too selfish, too afraid I would lose you. In the end, I almost did.
She ran her wet hand up his chest to rest over his heart. In my dreams I can still hear. The banshee called and I saw your face and Benedict’s. Our lives were entwined and death was coming, but I didn’t warn you. I didn’t realize Muriel would get pulled into the web.
None of this is your fault.
She nodded with a little shrug. Maybe all of it was destiny. I was given a glimpse but no chance to change it.
He bent his knees, sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs, lifting her so they were eye to eye. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her forehead to his. His voice warmed her from the inside out.
From this night on…no more secrets.
She nodded. No more secrets.
His lips fused to hers. She tangled her fingers in the back of his wet hair, moaning as the tip of his erection brushed her opening. She rocked her hips forward, and their bodies joined. Every thrust of his hips, every inch of him inside of her, sent her passion soaring.
Colin was her destiny. This moment, this love. His blood had silenced the banshee.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, opening for him. Teasing her flesh with his tongue, he whispered into
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