| Naked. She lifted the sheet. Yep. Bare as a newborn. Who or what
had undressed her? She glanced frantically about the room, trying to orient her
scrambled world. Gauzy blue and green material acted as a canopy over the top
of the bed. Wooden shutters blocked strong sunlight. A masculine, earthy scent
teased her nose. It smelled wonderful, and she took another breath to ease it
into her lungs. World traveler memorabilia graced the walls. Overall, the room
comforted her in a way she didn’t understand. Panic no longer nipped at
her heels like wild dogs.
A movement in the bed changed that.
She gasped and looked to her right as the blue velvet comforter moved. A head
emerged from under the sheets. Long, black, tousled hair, then the face she’d
seen across the crowded Den of Wolves.
Niall Machaire.
She jolted with disbelief. I’m in Niall Machaire’s bed?
Her mind ran in frenzied circles. She couldn’t recall anything after
the alley. Terror had wrecked her legendary control, her ability to hold back
any outward sign of weakness. Megla could have done what he wanted until this
man saved her. Gratitude mixed with uneasiness. She was naked and Niall was naked.
A tremor ran through her frame.
With one flick of his wrist, he tossed the comforter and sheet off his body.
Her mouth dropped open. While she’d admired Niall’s gorgeous face,
his body rivaled any fantasy she might have indulged on a lonely night. She propped
up on her elbows to look. Broad shoulders led downward to ripped arms and chest.
A dark sprinkling of hair fanned over his pectorals and a six-pack stomach. Nestled
within thick hair at his groin, his cock thrust upright. Thick and long, his cock
spelled demanding masculinity.
She blinked, stunned by the most exciting body she’d ever seen. Not that
she’d seen many. She’d had two lovers, one in college many years ago,
and one two years ago that ended in disappointed feelings and lousy sex.
Sex defined every inch of his sculpted body. Arousal curled low in her belly.
Her breath caught as he moved. He rolled toward her with a groan, and his arms
reached out and snatched her close. She uttered a soft squeak of surprise and
clutched at his shoulders. His chest crushed against her breasts, the hair tickling
her nipples into hard points. His legs tangled with hers, thigh muscles bunching.
With a smooth move, his cock eased between her thighs and pressed along her clit
and labia. She wriggled and gasped with mortification as her body heated and her
brain rebelled against startling intimacy. His face buried against her neck, hot
breath feathering along sensitive skin. She opened her mouth to wake him, to protest.
He awoke with a start and his powerful arms circled tighter around her ribs.
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