Enchantment (71 page)

Meeka
was
still
laughing.
“Well,
what
harm
could
they
do?
Th
e
y
’
re
j
u
st
babies.”

Kerrigan
rolled
his
e
y
e
s.
“
Y
ou
have
no
idea.
O
ne
of
their
favorite
things
to
do
is
to
have pillow
fights.
We
still
have
feathers
lining
half
the
cupboards
in
this
place.
Threeo,
don’t
tell
m
e they
got
the
pillows.”

Threeo
rolled
his
head
co
m
p
l
et
el
y
around
and
s
quawked.
“
Threeo
w
on’t
tell
y
o
u, then.” Paddy
chuckled.
“Sorr
y
,
Kerrigan.
Threeo’s
not
kidding.”

The
m
e
a
l
w
as
delicious,
and
with
a
full
sto
m
ach,
she
could
feel
exhaustion
tugging
at
her control.
Only
after
the
second
nod
did
she
glance
around,
hoping
no
one
had
seen
her
ti
n
y
slip. Sighing
sleepi
l
y
,
she
leaned
against Kerrigan’s shoulder, her breathing
evening out. Kerrigan got up
from
the
table,
pulling
her
chair
out.
“
Co
m
e
on,
Meeka.
Y
ou
need
y
o
ur
rest.
To
m
orrow
will be
another
long
d
a
y
for
y
o
u
.”

She
p
u
shed
herself
up.
“
I
’ll
j
u
st
help
Pad
d
y
clean up.
Then
I’ll
rest.” “I’ll
help
Mom
clean
up,”
Kerrigan
stated.

“You
do
dishes,
to
o
? How
about
laund
r
y
?
”

With
a
soft
s
m
ile,
Kerrigan
helped
her
up.
He
wrapped
an
arm
around
her
shoulders
and pulled
her
flush
against
his
hard
length.

“Thank
y
o
u
,
Padd
y
.”
Meeka
turned
as
he
herded
her
toward
the
door.
S
he
wallowed
in
the war
m
th
of
his
touch,
the
caring
she
felt
as
his
fingers
brushed
against
her
lower
back.

Kerrigan walked
with her up a
few
flights
of stairs
and
then turned
a corner.
They continued d
o
wn
the
hall and
up
a
few
m
ore stairs
to
his
bedroo
m
.

He
opened
the
door.
“Go
to
bed,
Meeka.”

Meeka
looked
around
his
roo
m
,
feeling
unco
m
forta
b
le
taking
his
bed.
“
Kerrigan,
I
don’t need
to
take
y
o
u
r roo
m
. I
can
sleep
on
the
sofa.”
S
he
turned
to
leave.

Before
she
took
two
ste
p
s,
Kerrigan
scooped
her
up
and
carried
her
to
his
bed.
H
er
bo
d
y tingled
from
head
to
foot
the
m
o
m
e
nt
he
touched
her.
S
he
knew
he
would
feel
it,
too.
Meeka looked
up
into
his
face,
but
he
kept
his
chin
held
high.
His
e
y
es
focused
away
from
her.
She wanted
him
so
badly
the
ache
w
as
wo
r
se
than
the
sorene
s
s
she
felt
in
her
m
uscles
from
fighting. Why
didn’t
he
want
her?

“Close
y
o
u
r
e
y
e
s,
Meeka.”

She
couldn’t
resist
the
plaintive
whisper.
Her
clothing
disappeared
and
p
a
j
amas
replaced the
m
.
S
he
opened
her
e
y
e
s
to
find
him
staring
d
o
wn
at
her.
He
did
want
her!
She
could
see
it
in his
e
y
es. She
reached
up
and
traced
the
outline
of
his
lips
with
her
finger.

A
groan
escaped
his
m
o
u
th.

Gentl
y
,
she
placed
her
hand
around
the
back
of
his
neck,
pulled
his
m
outh
to
hers,
and outlined
his
lips
with
her
tongue.
M
eeka
pulled
back,
hearing
him
growl
as
he
pushed
her
back, pinning
her
to
the
bed.
His
m
outh
captured
hers
in
a
de
m
anding
kiss.
The
gentleness
was
gone, replaced
b
y
raging
desire.
Pleasure
w
a
shed
through
her
bo
d
y
as
his
tongue
plunged
into
her
m
outh.

Her
hands
were
tangled
in his hair, urgent
l
y holding him
close, when he
swore
quiet
l
y under his
breath
and
pulled
away
from
her.

“I
can’t
keep
doing
this.
I
won’t
alw
a
y
s
be
able
to control
m
y
s
e
l
f.” He
stood
up
with
his
fists clenched.
“I
want
y
ou
s
o
badl
y
,
nothing
will
stop
m
e
s
oon.”
He
let
out
a
fr
u
strated
groan. “Especial
l
y
if
y
ou keep
te
m
p
t
ing
m
e like
y
o
u do.”

Meeka
final
l
y
found
her
voice.
“I
do
want
y
o
u
,
Kerrigan,
m
ore
than
an
y
t
h
ing
I’ve
ever wanted
in
my
life.”