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Authors: Lynsay Sands

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“Let’s go to my room,” he muttered, breaking their kiss and reaching for her hand.

“Next time,” Drina promised, evading his fingers and dropping to her knees, her eyes never leaving his face.

“But—” Harper began, and she saw his gaze flicker to the wall several feet behind her, but then his gaze jerked back to her on a sucked-in breath as she tugged his joggers down and clasped his growing erection. When she took him into her mouth, he let that breath out on a moaned, “Next time.”

Harper woke up crumpled on the hardwood floor with Drina’s head in his lap. He lifted his head to peer at her and smiled faintly, but the smile faded as he peered at the marks on the wall beyond her. He stared at them for a moment, recalling how they had got there, then let those memories fade away and looked at Drina.

He knew exactly what she’d tried to do, and he loved her for it. It had even worked for the most part. At least, Harper thought it had. When he’d first seen the charred mark on the wall, and then the others on the floor, his instinct had been to abandon the idea of getting clothes and rush Drina back downstairs. Or at least go wait for her downstairs while she collected clothes for herself and Stephanie. He’d wanted to be away from it and the bad memories it roused in him.

Now, however, while he wasn’t exactly happy when he looked at them, Harper didn’t feel an immediate need to get away, either.

Drina stirred sleepily, her hand tightening around his shaft, and Harper bit his lip and closed his eyes as the damned thing began to awaken too. Honest to God, he was bloody insatiable where she was concerned . . . and short on staying power. Not that new life mates were supposed to have great quantities of that, but seriously, there were things he wanted to do to her that this shared-pleasure business really put a kibosh on. He just couldn’t keep their excitement level down long enough to get to them.

For instance, he wanted to tie her to his bed and kiss and lick his way from the tips of her toes to her nose, and then kiss her as he plunged himself into her. But he doubted he’d make it halfway up her thighs before they were both screaming and fainting.

And that was another thing, Harper thought with disgruntlement. He had never fainted in his life, and while he knew it was this whole life-mate, mind-blowing-sex business, it was still damned demoralizing to be fainting like a breathless virgin at the end of every encounter. And he couldn’t even blame her for exciting him too much or driving him wild with passion until he lost control.

Well, perhaps he could this last time, Harper acknowledged with a smile. Drina had definitely been the one in control of this last round, and she
had
driven him wild with passion, so fast and so hard that he’d performed no better than an inexperienced fourteen-year-old with a high-priced hooker. He swore she hadn’t been on her knees two minutes before he’d been throwing his head back and screaming like a madman . . . only to wake up on the floor in a heap.

Which was precisely why he normally tried to take control of the situation. It was an effort to slow it down and try to make it last longer than two grunts and a gasp. Unfortunately, so far that wasn’t working. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep trying, though, Harper thought wryly. Drina deserved for him to make slow love to her, to be appreciated and—

These thoughts paused abruptly as another occurred to him. Why did she let him take control in the bedroom? Drina was a woman who had fought for independence and control her whole life, yet she’d never once protested his taking the lead when it came to passion.

Harper dropped his gaze down to her and frowned, now worried that his doing so might be taking away from her pleasure. Well, not pleasure exactly, because he knew damned well that she enjoyed it as much as he, but Drina might resent it at the same time. He scowled at the thought, and then a creak drew his gaze to the stairwell. There was nothing there. The sound had just been the house settling, he supposed. But it made him realize how reckless they’d been indulging themselves here in the hall. While Stephanie wasn’t there, Leonius might decide to add Drina to his list of desirable females. Allowing themselves to get caught up in a passion that left them passed out and vulnerable just hadn’t been that smart. The least they could have done was move to his room, where the door could be locked, he thought and began to sit up.

Rustling and the sounds of drawers opening and closing drew Drina from sleep. Blinking her eyes open, she sat up slowly and peered around what she knew must be Harper’s room. He had said it was a nice room, and he hadn’t been kidding. It really was lovely, with the bed, closet, and chest of drawers in one corner and the rest of the room taken up with a little sitting area complete with television, music system, and bookshelf as well as a love seat, chair, and then a small dinette set.

It was like a small bachelor apartment, she thought, her gaze sliding to where Harper was quickly dragging clothes out of the chest of drawers and packing them away in a suitcase. Drina watched him for a moment, and then slid her feet off the bed to sit on the edge.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Harper smiled at her, then closed the drawer, shut his suitcase, and quickly carried it to what she presumed was the door to the rest of the house.

Drina stood up to follow him, thinking they were leaving, but stopped after a couple of steps when he merely set the case down by the door, and then turned back.

Smiling, he walked back to her and slid his arms around her waist.

Drina relaxed against him with a little sigh, and then asked with annoyance, “Why is it you always wake up before me? I’m older than you. Surely I should wake up first?”

Harper chuckled at her complaint and bent to kiss her nose. He then countered, “Why do you always make me so crazy with passion that I ejaculate far too soon, and then swoon like a girl?”

“I’m not too pleased about the fainting bit either,” she assured him. “It’s rather alarming. I didn’t even faint when those damned corsets were all the rage, and they wore them so tight you couldn’t breathe.” She grimaced, and then leaned back, and met his gaze as she added, “As for the other, I don’t think it’s too soon.”

“No?” he asked with a smile, his hands sliding up and down her back.

Drina shook her head, and then smiled and admitted, “Well . . . there are some things I’d like to do to you that I don’t think we’re going to get to for a decade or so until this new-life-mate madness passes, but . . .” She shrugged. “I guess I can be patient.”

“Decade?” Harper asked with a grimace. “I thought it was a year or so before it slowed down?”

“So they say,” she agreed. “But I’m not holding my breath.”

Harper grinned, and then bent to kiss her. It started out a sweet, gentle kiss, but soon turned more carnal. When Drina pressed close and wrapped her arms around his neck, he began to back her up, then turned them and fell back on the bed so that she landed on top.

Breaking away on a laugh as they bounced, Drina sat up to straddle him and grinned wickedly. “Now I have you right where I want you.”

“I thought that might be the case,” Harper admitted solemnly, and when Drina stilled and eyed him quizzically, he explained, “It occurred to me that you’re a woman who has fought for independence and control all your life, and yet in this area I keep taking that control from you. I don’t want you to hate me, so it’s time I gave up the reins and—” He paused with surprise when she suddenly covered his mouth.

“First off,” she said softly, “I don’t hate you for being dominant in the bedroom.”

She felt his mouth move under her hand and lifted it.

He was smiling crookedly, and now that he was free to speak, said, “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Secondly,” Drina began, smiling back. “As it happens I . . .”

When he raised his eyebrows at her pause, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

“Surprised as I am to admit it, I don’t appear to mind. I don’t understand it myself,” she added in a rush. “I mean, I noticed in Toronto that you liked to be in control, and since I’m all about control, I wondered myself why it didn’t bother me, but . . . it doesn’t. I even like it. It kind of turns me on.” She frowned, and then admitted, “Which really rather bothers me.”

Harper smiled gently at her confusion, and then raised a hand to brush her hair behind one ear, murmuring, “Or maybe you’re just tired of having to be in control all the time and are enjoying a break.”

“That’s possible,” she admitted wryly, and then warned, “Which means it may change.”

“I sincerely hope so,” Harper assured her and when concern flittered across her face, he said, “I’m sure it will change for me too. We have time immortal ahead of us, Drina. Change is good.”

Relaxing, she nodded. There would be times when he was dominant and times when she was, and times when neither was, she supposed. There might even be times when they wrestled each other to be on top. But that would probably be fun too. Definitely never boring, she decided.

“Take off your T-shirt.”

Drina blinked her thoughts away at his words—which had most definitely been an order, not a request—and met his gaze.

“Take it off,” he repeated. “I want you naked.”

She smiled faintly, aware that her nipples were tightening, and moisture was pooling low in her belly, then sat up straighter, reached for the hem of her T-shirt, and slowly began to pull it up and off. She swiveled her upper body slightly to toss it to the floor, then turned back and simply waited as his eyes slid over her breasts, taking note of her already erect nipples. The sight made his eyes begin to glow.

“Now take off your pants,” he said gruffly.

Drina hesitated, and then slid backward along his thighs to get off the bed and stand up. He immediately sat up, and she was aware of his eyes following her every move as she slipped her thumbs under the waist of her joggers and began to ease them down. When she bent forward to finish the job, he reached out with one hand to fondle her breast briefly, and she paused as excitement jumped through her. The moment she stopped, Harper stopped and withdrew his hand.

Devil, she thought affectionately, and finished removing the joggers. She then straightened.

“Come here.”

Drina stepped forward, stopping just short of their knees touching. He took her hand then, and she swallowed as the slow pulse of excitement beating through her gained an echo.

“Someday, I’m going to tie you to the bed and lick every inch of your body,” Harper said quietly.

Drina closed her eyes as the words evoked an image in her head that had the pooled liquid in her lower belly overflowing and sliding toward the apex of her thighs. Who knew she was secretly into bondage? she wondered faintly, and then opened her eyes with a start as his free hand suddenly slid between her legs.

He smiled at the wetness he found there, and then watched her face as his fingers moved across her slick skin. Drina bit her lip to keep back a moan as pleasure shimmered through her in double waves and wasn’t at all surprised to see that his jogging pants had formed a tent. It looked like it was going to be another one of those “too soon and swoon like a girl” encounters, she thought. If they even got to the encounter part of it. She was already on the verge of exploding.

Really, Drina decided, new life mates were just pathetic . . . and then she stopped thinking as he released her hand to reach for one breast as his mouth moved to latch onto the other.

“Here, try this on.”

Drina set down the suitcase holding her and Stephanie’s clothes next to his by the door to the garage. She then glanced at the bomber jacket Harper was holding out. It was the coat Tiny had bought for Stephanie and that they’d replaced on their shopping trip to Wal-Mart. It had been a bit large on Stephanie, but Drina was bustier and it would probably fit. Certainly, it would fit better than Teddy’s borrowed coat.

When Drina took the offering, Harper turned back to the pantry closet and began to dig through items on the top shelf. Leaving him to it, she shrugged out of Teddy’s coat, slung it over the suitcases so they wouldn’t forget it, and pulled on the bomber in its place. She then stepped in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the wall across from the door to the garage.

The coat wasn’t quite her style, but as expected, it fit. It would do until she could replace it, Drina decided, and then blinked in surprise as Harper stepped up behind her and pulled a white wool hat over her head. He took the time to tuck her hair under it, and then smiled at the results in the mirror.

“It’s cold out,” he said for explanation, then held up a pair of flat-heeled, black leather boots. “Try these. They’re Elvi’s, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, and they look like they’ll fit.”

The moment she turned to take the boots, Harper moved back to the closet to continue his search for treasure. Drina slid her feet out of Teddy’s huge boots, and leaned against the wall to try on one of Elvi’s, smiling when she found it fit almost perfectly. It was perhaps half a size large but didn’t slide around on her feet as Teddy’s boots did.

“Good?” Harper asked as he shrugged out of Teddy’s other coat and tossed it on the suitcases as well before pulling on his own.

Drina nodded and set to work pulling on the other boot. “Very good. Thank you.”

He smiled faintly and turned back to the closet to quickly find his own boots and switch them for his borrowed ones, then collected Stephanie’s boots and new coat.

“Is there anything else we need?” Harper asked as he closed the closet door and carried Teddy’s boots over to the suitcases.

Drina considered the question, but shook her head. “Not that I can think of. We can always come back if something comes up.”

Nodding, Harper snatched his car keys from the key rack beside the door and began to gather his suitcase and Teddy’s borrowed clothes. He managed everything but one pair of boots and her suitcase. Drina picked those up and followed him out into the garage.

They quickly stowed everything in the trunk of Victor’s car, then got in.

“Chocolate and Coke?” Harper asked as he hit the button to open the garage door, and then started the engine.

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