Bewitching by Jill Barnett

Author:Jill Barnett [Jill Barnett]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Tags: FICTION / Romance / Historical
ISBN: 9781935661627
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-01-26T23:00:00+00:00

Alec felt his wife wiggle her hips beneath his.

"Now it fits," she said brightly.

It took him a moment to find his voice. "I'm not sure that's a compliment, Scottish."

"I just wanted you to know that you don't have to stop. It fits just fine now."

A million comments went through his mind, most of them cynical.

"That was very kind of you." She patted his shoulder gently.

"What?"

"Shrinking so you wouldn't hurt me."

He laughed out loud. He couldn't control that sharp foreign sound that came from his throat.

"You laughed. Oh, Alec, you can laugh! I'm so glad." She was quiet for a blessed minute. Then she said,

"I'm not sure what you found so amusing, but that doesn't matter. You laughed." She gave him an impish grin.

He shook his head and searched for an explanation, then laughed again at the thought of how she would react to the truth of how their bodies worked. She was watching him, trying to understand. He could tell from her silence. Then she sighed sleepily and snuggled her face into his neck.

She should be tired, he thought. She'd been talking incessantly for the last few minutes. She'd even thanked him. He remembered her yelling the word into his ear after she'd peaked the first time, then saying something about flying. After what he'd just gone through, he should have been thanking her.

He closed his eyes at the thought. The intensity of their joining made him feel like an inexperienced youth. When he looked into her face he felt things too deep to be real. Every time she smiled up at him the freedom of that smile touched a place he had thought didn't exist, and each time it was more captivating than the last. A part of him wanted to curl inside that smile of hers and stay there.

Such foolish thoughts didn't set well with him. He searched for some sense of control; he took a deep breath, and another. God . . . she smelled of roses, in the middle of winter. He'd noticed the scent earlier, but it seemed even stronger now. He wondered if she had some rose perfume on her skin and thought perhaps the exertion of their lovemaking had brought it forth.

He moved his lips to her neck, but it wasn't skin his lips touched.

It was the velvet feel of rose petals.

He raised his head and saw layer after soft layer of petals. He looked over his shoulder. His whole naked body was covered with pink flowers. He gazed back down at his wife, who looked up at him as if he had just given her every star in the sky.

Odd that he felt a sudden burst of pride at that look of hers. He should have been able to ignore it. He turned away for a moment and saw more petals on the mattress. "There are rose petals everywhere.

Pink rose petals."

"I know. Don't they smell wonderful?"

"Why?"

"Why do they smell? I'm not sure. I think—"

"Why are they everywhere?"

She was very quiet; then her face reflected something akin to guilt.

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