Page 29 of Their UnBearable Destiny

Chapter Eight

The next morning,he awoke before her and moved about the room, picking out his clothes.

“Leaving so soon?”

Nodding, he moved toward the bathroom.

“I’d like to go to the meeting with you today.”

That stopped him in mid-stride and he turned to look at her. “Ana-”

“Why not?”

“The representatives are a set list of elders.” He waited, and when she didn’t say anything he started back toward the bathroom.

“I could take notes.” She grinned at the pained look on his face. “It would make my father happy to see me in a role so befitting to my lowly station as a woman.”

“Ana-”

“You should consider standing there for a minute or so and argue with me some more.”

“Why,” he laughed, “I don’t like arguing with you at all.”

“I don’t know,” she sighed and stretched, “I’m enjoying the view from here. I can’t say I’m upset about the idea of you standing right there… naked.”

He looked down at his naked form before lifting his head. She still didn’t meet his eyes, but he enjoyed looking his fill of her.

Her dark hair was tumbled about her shoulders, her lips were still plump and swollen from his kisses, and her hold on the sheet had loosened dipping down over the rounded curve of her generous breasts. He didn’t need his bear to point out how beautiful she was.

He certainly had no problem taking in the view with his eyes and drawing in one deep breath after another.

His scent was still on her skin. Her scent on his.

His eyes dipped lower and he wondered if he could still see the mark he left on the inside of her thigh or if he’d have to try again to get the pressure right.

Emiliana still couldn’t meet his eyes. “You’re still naked.”

His gaze settled on her mouth and he couldn’t help the memories that pushed forward in his brain to remind him where she had that mouth last night. What it had felt like for her to try to swallow him whole.

He heard her soft moan and blinked to refocus his attention on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Will you put on some clothes?”

His eyes narrowed just the littlest bit. “Are you serious about that?”

“I asked you to do it. Why wouldn’t I be serious about it?”

Turning, he moved to the chest of drawers along the wall and pulled out a pair of loose pants and pulled them on over his legs and up to his hips. “Is this better?”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, drawing out the silence in the room.

“Ana?” he turned around again and saw her pull her gaze up to his.

“Yes?” Her expression was a study in the effort it took for her to give him the impression she was trying to make. “It’s fine.”

Rounding the bed on her side, he only needed a few steps to walk up to her knees. He saw the way the sheet parted over her leg, framing her knee with its pristine fall of fabric.

“Maybe you said that,” he moved his knee until it brushed against hers, “because me being naked didn’t upset you so much as bother you.”

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