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Book 22
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His smile wicked, Drew pulled the black T-shirt over his head, exposing every
curve of his long, gym-sculpted torso and messing up his dark hair. Just
watching his casual strip turned Daisy on immensely. A thousand tingles swamped
her senses in anticipation of his touch.
He went to the desk, pulled out a pair of scissors from the pencil cup, and began to cut out the
neck of his T-shirt, his eyes moving from her to his project and back, teasing.
“What are you doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He cut up the sides of the shirt, then cut two
holes from the back of the shirt collar. “Last night I was a toga-wrapped
warrior seizing the spoils of war. Ask me who I am tonight.”
She loved the game. “Who are you tonight?”
He returned to stand before her sitting on the bed, the ruined shirt in his
fist mounted on blue-jeaned hips, his grin bright. She had to tear her eyes away
from the hard muscle of his hairless stomach too close to her to keep from
lustful thought.
“I’m a superhero.”
She watched him throw the shirt back over his head, pull the back holes over
his hair and lay it over his eyes, creating a sloppy cowl, only the bottom half
of his face exposed like Batman’s mask. He tied the T-shirt sleeves around the
back of his head, tightening the cowl.
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s your superhero name?”
“I’m the Daisy Plucker.”
Daisy burst into laughter.r.
He straddled her thighs, capturing her, but his weight on the mattress brought a
stabbing pain in her shoulder. “Ow! There’s something pointy under the
mattress.”.”
Ready to fix the small mystery, he tugged her to her feet and patted the
mattress, then he lifted it to find nothing, but they could see and feel
something inside the mattress when both their weights were applied.
“Odd.” He felt along the sides and at the head of the mattress shoved up against
the bed headboard. “There’s a cut in the cover.”
She watched him reach through a carefully sliced opening to draw out a small
three-ring binder that
probably would’ve gone unnoticed if only one person’s weight pressed upon the
mattress. He flipped through the binder. “Looks like bookkeeping ledgers. Is
this part of the farm’s records?”
“No,” she reported, and she pointed to the books atop the roll-top desk. “Those are
the farm records.”
“Hmm,” he grumbled, interested in examining the pages.
“Maybe it’s Russell’s personal accounts,” she guessed. “I suppose Dad should see
them.”
“Was Russell a bit paranoid, keeping records under his mattress?”
Daisy shrugged. “It’s like country folk not to trust banks.”
“Looks like personal records,” Drew mumbled, his attention running through the
numbers he saw. “I’ll find out with a little study. Tomorrow.”
Then he tossed the book onto the fur rug, and another naughty smile ripened
across his face half-shrouded under the makeshift cowl. Her palms itched to
touch him so she reached out and slid her fingertips down the hard muscles of
his chest. Lightning struck at their contact.
Drew broke away, took a few paces to his duffle bag, retrieved something, then
returned to the bedside. He tossed a condom onto the mattress.
“I’m sorry I hadn’t contemplated last night that we’d end up sharing a bed. I
guess I should have seen my own weakness coming.”
“I kinda blew that, too.”
His smile softened, and she could see the genuine innocence in his eye that he
didn’t bed strange women every day without protection. It was probably true
since his best friend was a married man who seldom went out partying.
“But I thought about it at the last convenience store stop we made.”
She smiled, relieved he brought it up, because she was about to. She’d purchased
a box of condoms when he’d been pumping gas. The way he made her feel magic each
time he gazed upon her and touched her, she figured they’d go through two boxes
fairly quickly.
“That’s forward thinking, Drew.”
His dark eyes, enamored, roved the features of her face, and his lips parted.
“Well, I really couldn’t stop thinking of making love to you again, Daisy.”
A cool, rapturous tingle traveled over her with his words. So much about him triggered
every good thing in her.r. He brought her hands to his lips, and he placed slow and sensual kisses to her palms. Then he brought her mouth to his, and he kissed her passionately, sliding his hands into her chili-pepper tresses, driving up the cabin’s temperature. She pressed against his half-naked physique without need of a thought to do it. Her hands roamed the hard muscle of his ripped build. When they parted, his fingers moved through the buttons of her lace blouse as she unbuckled his belt to free him before the bulge in his jeans busted the zipper. Laughing, they broke from stripping one another to peel away the clothes that got in the way. Rid of the jeans and top but still in her bra and panties, she stood before him, her entire body aching for him. The wood of the log cabin room accented the man-smell of Drew stirring her so. Her pause at removing her lingerie didn’t slow him from going all the way down to skin. The sly look in his eye, the tight and powerful body built to overcome a heart defect. Masked and looking dangerous, he could have been a sexy pirate, an untrustworthy thief, a daredevil superhero…. He was much more than an accountant. “Wanna see a demonstration of the Daisy Plucker’s superpowers?” “Over and over again!” His hand moved around her back to her bra hook, and he snapped his fingers. The garment sprang open, and the straps slid halfway down her shoulders before she caught the lace against her bosom. She chuckled, mildly impressed. “Superhero trick,” he said, his smile outrageous. He tugged the lace from her hands. Her long red tresses shrouding her breasts, she sat back on the bed, scooted to the center of the big mattress for a large play area, and she watched him standing naked and hard before her, an erotic sight he was, wearing the mask and nothing but. Dishing out more of his bedroom gaze, he started his predatory crawl over her legs again. It felt so naughty, seeing at him wearing that mysterious cowl moving up her body as though he would soon have her completely under his will. He already did. Bypassing the barrier of her panties, he pressed her back into the pillows, nibbling a path from her shoulder up her neck. Then he broke his kiss and went all serious on her. “Daisy,” he said low, his voice sober, his lips close to hers, his dark eyes fluid with some emotion behind the holes cut from the shirt. “Something magical’s happening between us, putting in me what I’ve never felt before. It’s not like me to feel this way for a woman so quickly.” Something magical, indeed. He chuckled a little at the speed of their affair, then he toyed with her hair as though he sought words. “But I’ve got the strongest instinct to follow you everywhere. Your smile does something potent to me. Your touch makes me want more. I know we just met…little more than hours ago…but you haven’t left my mind since I laid eyes on you. Not once. “I know I should send you back to your own bedroom at the ranch house, but I want you to stay here tonight…with me. If you go, you’ll leave me hungry for you.” She felt it too, a potent magnetism for him, a combustible force she’d never known. He would die soon, and according to some creepy scuzball imp, one of the god of war's own disciples, she was the one to bring it on. It was already in the works inside her. How trustworthy could a scabby little lump-faced goblin be? Sometimes the gods were soooo cruel. Drew broke her sad contemplation by kissing her passionately. His arms went under her, possessing her. His hot mouth on hers seared her. She lost herself in his masculine scent, against his hard muscle, and beneath his fantastic body filling her with the greatest joy imaginable, and the saddest thing she’d ever felt. He pressed his body into hers, causing her to cast away the despair. The mask turned her on wildly, but mostly because of who was beneath it. Now…Drew was everything. And he would soon die. ***
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