![]() □□□ □□□□□□ massive signed PAPERBACK RELEASE CELEBRATION GIFTAWAY. Darius could enjoy her simply by having her near…for now. She didn’t speak again for the rest of the party. Rourke.” He could tell she had been pushed as far as she would go…for now. I have some business to discuss with him, and I’d like for you to be present as well, Miss Marianne.” “At the conclusion of the party today, I’ve asked your father to stay. She obeyed and stood still for him, but her lush body trembled mightily in response underneath all those layers. Her soft breathing came faster as he worked on the blackberry thorns. “Now, if you’ll stand still, I’ll get this vine detached from your skirt.” “Just trying to close the wound, and I am indeed sorry for your injury,” he told her. In her present state he might just get a smack if he did though. She was flustered and irritated with him and so utterly adorable it required everything he had to refrain from pulling her against him and taking her mouth. About being a demon, I’m sure I couldn’t comment.” He couldn’t hold in the grin and bent down to help her with the berries. Rourke!” she scolded, frowning at him before dropping down to retrieve the strawberry basket. Earthy spice met his tongue and the merest moan escaped him. Before he knew it, he had her hand drawn to his lips and was sucking the blood away. His mind and body were operating independently of the other, and he just reacted without conscious thought of how he would be perceived. A bead of dark blood chased the thorn, welling up red on the pad of her finger.ĭarius couldn’t help what he did next. Hold still and squeeze your finger on the sides as I remove it.” She followed his directions perfectly and hardly winced when he pulled the thorn away. A large thorn was indeed buried in the pad of her index finger, the black strip a garish invader on such lovely skin. “Here, let me.” He took her hand for inspection. The basket dropped to the ground in a rush as she gripped her injured hand, palm-up. “Oh blast! The brambles have caught me!” She turned, reaching for the thorny vine embedded in her skirt. They had not taken even a step before the rending of fabric sounded below them. The urge to take her further into the berry thicket and kiss her senseless flashed as a possibility, but sanity overruled it. We should probably go back now,” she said softly, her eyes fluttering down once again. “Ahhh,” she breathed out, looking relieved. He followed her anyway, deftly plucking the small, dry leaf from her hair. She saw what he meant to do, though, and reacted by backing right up and away from him. He reached out his hand, helpless to restrain himself. “Of course it is.” Her blue eyes swept down. He could see it happen and knew the second she regretted her comment, as clearly as if he could see inside her head. “Only an invitation to pick berries, Miss Marianne, and only if you wish it,” he said smoothly. By the end of July they’ll be bursting with sweet juice. “But it’s a tad early for blackberries yet. What would she taste like? He had to force himself to respond coherently. He wanted his lips right above her ear so he could flick out his tongue and get a taste of her. “They grow as wild as weeds, sprouting up in new spots each year, so I’m not surprised.” A few errant curls had come loose, and there was a bit of leaf right above her ear. “Oh! A blackberry vine has pushed in over here,” she said.ĭarius came right to where she peered into the tangle, standing just behind her shoulder. The pleasure of observing as she ate a few of the berries had been the definite high point. She parted her lips just a bit whenever she found a cache of berries hidden beneath the greenery. He admired how graceful her hands were, watching as her fingers gently pushed aside green leaves to search for the heart-shaped fruit. ![]() ![]() He found Marianne mesmerizing and could just watch her unendingly. He knew she was wary of him and realized that if his plan were to work he’d have to earn her trust. Slowly, he’d steered her away from the others to where he thought the quietness might relax her a little. For the moment, he had Marianne all to himself. Darius felt he could be in heaven, or possibly as close as he would ever get. ![]()
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