Читать книгу Daring The Moon - Sherrill Quinn - Страница 7

From outside Taite’s bedroom window, the admirer watched while she packed a suitcase. She’d already put in a few pairs of jeans and brightly colored shirts. Then came silky underwear and other things—curling iron, makeup bag, feminine deodorant spray…

As he thought about where she would use that particular anti-odor product, his eyes went half-mast and his dick jerked to life. Wanting—needing—a better look, he moved closer to the window, careful to remain in the shadows.

He put one hand on his burgeoning erection and softly stroked his growing length through the material of his trousers. Already he could feel the material dampening as his flesh prepared itself.

From the moment he’d seen her, he’d wanted her. And she hadn’t even been the person he’d initially been interested in. Well, not him per se, but the man for whom he was doing this…favor. In return for something infinitely more valuable than mere money, he’d promised to eliminate someone his benefactor deemed expendable.

But the admirer had seen Taite and had gotten sidetracked by her beauty, her vitality, her strength. So while his mission was still on track, albeit taking longer than expected, he had made some modifications to the original plan.

Drawing in a deep breath, he held in the scent of potpourri she had in various little dishes and decorative bowls throughout the bedroom. Lavender was the predominant aroma. It fit her—he always felt at peace around her. Glancing down at his groin, he grinned and amended his thought. Emotionally, mentally, he felt at peace. Physically was something altogether different. She always stirred his body to action.

She had the window cracked about an inch or so, letting the cool air into the room through the screen. The curtain was pushed back only enough so it wouldn’t block the breeze. She sat on the bed facing the window, legs splayed, and he imagined her sitting there without any clothes on. His gaze focused on her pussy. One day he’d plow that sweet-smelling field. But not now. Not for a while. He wasn’t ready to reveal himself yet. The anticipation, the hunt, was too much fun.

With her cell phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, she chatted away with someone. “Yes, I’ll be ready. But I really don’t want you…” She paused, a frown flitting between her fine brows. “Fine. But don’t blame me if your friend won’t see us.” She waited, obviously listening to that bastard O’Connell on the other end of the phone. With a slight sigh, she shifted on the bed, one leg bent, and leaned her elbow on her knee. “I’ve already told Luis I need a leave of absence effective immediately, which he okayed without question. He’s such a good guy.”

He leaned closer, a frown on his face. Even though he knew she spoke of her boss, it irritated him to hear her speak of another man with so much affection in her voice. And if she didn’t go, he’d have to rethink some plans. But he was versatile. Thought well on his feet.

His gaze traveled around the room. Frowning, he saw she had thrown the flowers he’d left on her stoop in the trash. He narrowed his eyes. Naughty Taite, throwing away his token of affection. She’d learn, in time, to appreciate the things he gave her, the things only he could do for her.

She raised one hand to her face. Realizing she brushed away a tear, he stiffened. He didn’t like to see her unhappy. It was such a rare thing. Even after a less-than-ideal childhood and the stress of a sometimes dangerous job, she still managed to find joy in life, which made her sadness even more difficult to observe. He wanted to see her with a smile on her face again. That was his ultimate goal, after all—to make sure she was happy and cared for.

No one would be able to do it better than him. And if he had to cause her pain in the interim, well, so be it. He was a firm believer in the ends justifying the means. Plus it would make her appreciate him all the more once he revealed himself to her.

“Okay, okay, Declan. You win.” Taite gave a watery laugh. “Just…” She took a deep breath and straightened, shoulders back, spine rigid.

There was the woman he loved. Stiff-backed, determined, and so lovely he was hard-pressed to keep his distance.

He grinned and glanced down at the erection straining against his zipper. Hard-pressed, indeed.

“Just pick me up in the morning and we can go to the airport together.” She rang off and tossed the phone into her purse at the end of the bed. Then she resumed her packing. She still looked sad and a little spooked, but was relaxing by the minute. Probably was starting to feel safe, thinking about going away.

Did she think leaving town would take her away from him?

Not likely.

Or, at least, not for long.