A Faire Keltic Renaissance

Excerpt

‘Tis almost fairy time. How could he make love to her--even contemplate the feel of her, welcoming and surrounding him--when he hadn’t told her about his family’s true nature? Long ago he’d vowed never... unless his partner knew.

“Jayse?”

“Yeah, baby?” The roughness of his voice sounded as if the tones carried every bit of desire and longing within him. Did she notice?

“Let’s go to bed.”

Was this the invitation he ached for, or simply an expression of her weariness? Whichever it was, he wouldn’t... couldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready. The signals her body gave--oh, God. He closed his eyes. And his body received translated into a desire he prayed matched his.

With a light touch he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and moved her hand from his skin. He kept her fingers in his and helped her to rise. Hand in hand they walked toward their bedrooms.

He paused before her door and she leaned close to kiss him. He waited, but she didn’t deepen or prolong the contact. “Good night, Jayse.”

So. This was how it would be. He swallowed his disappointment and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Night, Dea Annie.”

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