ashes.
âIâll find my way. Could use guidance, though. A firm hand.â He raised his eyes to hers, and a heated interest glowed there.
âYou donât need that kind of guidance,â she answered tartly.
His scarce smile flashed. âA man who believes heâs nothing more to learn about women is a damn fool.â
Her sudden laughter caught them both off guard, but he chuckled with her.
âThatâs a nice sound,â he said.
âRusty,â she replied, grimacing. How long had it been since sheâd laughed with another person?
He fed twigs to the fire, but she could not help but notice the masculine grace of his hands. A traitorous thought teased her: How might he touch a woman? With a firm hand, no doubt.
Astrid took her knife and carved the roast rabbit into pieces. Rather than bother with dirtying plates, she shoved a cooked leg into Lesperanceâs hand and took one for herself.
She muttered something in Swedish about her disloyal mind, but, before she could take a bite, he asked, âWhat language is that?â
Astrid sighed. âIâm not used to all this conversation.â
âYou intrigue me,â he said simply.
Her body gave a sudden pulse of answering interest. âI shouldnât.â
âBut you do.â
She had been so far withdrawn into herself for all these years, the idea that she could draw any manâs interestâparticularly one as devastating as Nathan Lesperanceâstunned her. âWhy?â she asked, genuinely baffled.
âYouâre not like any woman Iâve met before.â When Astrid gave an indecorous snort, he said, âDonât scoff. Weâre alike, but not the same. Tied together somehow, you and I. I knew it the moment I met you. You felt it, too.â
She wanted to deny it but couldnât. She tried to shield herself behind flippancy. âWho knew a shape-changing attorney could be so sensitive? You should write poetry.â
âThrow your barbs,â he said with a shake of his head. âYou canât scare me off. I want to know you from the outside in.â
Oh, Lord. She could well imagine.
âAnd,â he added, nostrils flared, âthereâs a hell of a lot more heat than poetry in what I feel for you. The animal in me feels the same way.â
She, who had faced enemy gunfire, water demons, sandstorms, and cannibal trolls, trembled at his words. Images flickered through her mind of her and Lesperance, slick and tangled, mouths and hands and flesh. His growls. Her moans. And not only bodies entwined, but minds and hearts as well. Exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she feared.
She had to change the subject before she gave in to her bodyâs darkest desires. âIf I tell you what language I was speaking, do you promise not to say another word all night?â
âIâll be quiet for ten minutes.â
âTen! Thirty.â
âFifteen.â
âTwenty.â
He held out his hand to shake. âDone.â
Her fingers slid into his grasp, and the sensation of fingers pressed against each other echoed in humid pulses through her body. âHow did you talk me into this?â she asked, breathless.
He smiled, wry but also confident. âIâm a very good negotiator.â
That, she did not doubt. She wondered how many women he had ânegotiatedâ into bed. A goodly amount, she wagered. Perhaps all his talk of being intrigued by her, their connection, was merely thatâtalk.
She wished that was true. Yet knew, somehow, it wasnât. He was no polished city attorney, beguiling women into his bed with glossy words of seduction. What he wanted, he achieved through strength of will. And he wanted her.
It took longer to retrieve her hand than it had taken to give it. The drag of skin contacting skin. Her starved body wanted more. She refused to acquiesce. Yet he knew, too, the effect he had on her, blast him.
She finally
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