“That it’s the better word?”
“That there is nothing out there?”
She made a soft snort, would have expounded on the concept that seeing is believing and so forth, but once again she got thoroughly distracted. She hadn’t jumped very far away from the chair. He had sat forward, which narrowed the space between them even more, so he didn’t have to even stretch his arms when his hands came to her hips to rein her back in.
“Ah…what are…you doing?” she asked a bit breathlessly.
He had circled her hips with one arm to put her in the position he wanted and keep her there. His other hand made a slow trip from the edge of her shorts down the back of her bare leg to nearly her ankle. His head was pressed squarely between her breasts.
He tilted his head up to answer her, a grin on his lips. “Dating you.”
She would have laughed if her senses hadn’t gone haywire again over what he was doing to her. Her breasts had seemed scalded by his breath. She had so much gooseflesh running down her legs, it was a wonder she wasn’t sprouting feathers. And yet he looked so boyish with that grin, so pleased with his answer, so delighted by what he was doing, that she didn’t have the heart to correct him. But she had to, because she was afraid he still hadn’t grasped where she was coming from, with her objections to their having his kind of fun right off the bat.
“No, this isn’t really dating, this is the stage beyond that. Perhaps a better definition of dating would help. The kind of date we’re talking about is a social appointment made by two people of the opposite sex to meet, usually for a specific purpose, like going to a movie, out to dinner, on a picnic, things like that. And typically while they are out together they do a lot of talking, which lets them get to know each other better. Now, I’ve been doing a lot of talking, but you haven’t been doing much of any.”
That finally got a frown out of him. “It will be a hindrance, my inability to talk?”
She brushed the hair back from his forehead. “You talk just fine, Dalden, just not enough about yourself. Can you understand my need to get inside your head, to feel like I know all there is to know about you, before we do anything so intimate as making love?”
He released her, slowly. “I am reminded I have a specific task here, and my need to join with you cannot interfere with it. When the task is done, then may I speak of myself. Until then, I am warned to keep my true self from becoming known to your people.”
“So there’s a specific reason you don’t say much about yourself? Because you can’t?”
He nodded. He sighed as well. He leaned back in the chair and stared up at her, and there was such yearning in his eyes it made her catch her breath.
She couldn’t imagine the reason behind his needing to be secretive, other than to not give that Jorran guy any warning that he was on his trail. The reason wasn’t all that important, really. His hands were tied, so to speak. There was certainly nothing she could do about that, other than accept it. And he’d said he could talk freely when his task was done. There was hope in that.
Still, there was some definite disappointment in her own tone that she simply couldn’t conceal when she said, “Then I guess we should concentrate on finishing your task. A good night’s sleep and an early start in the morning will help for that.”
“Will you sleep with me—here?”
It was amazing, what those simple words did to her. The urge to jump back in his lap and start kissing him again, and to hell with getting to know him better, was so strong that she had to take a step back to resist it. This kind of temptation was more than she’d ever experienced, more than she could reasonably be expected to handle. How could she say no when her body was thrumming with desire to say yes? But how could she throw caution to the winds and say yes?
Honestly, she told him, “I don’t think I would be able to sleep, touching you.”
“You will,” he insisted with confidence as he held out a hand to her. “You will be soothed in my arms. The only thing that keeps you from me is these ‘morals’ you speak of. This is understood. But understand as well that having found you, I cannot bring myself now to let you go far from me. I will rest easier with you in my arms. And you will know that you have nothing to fear of me.”
There was no way she could say no now, not to a simple request for closeness. She knew she wouldn’t sleep, she was wound up with too much sexual tension, and getting close to him again was just going to increase it. But she gave him her hand anyway and let him pull her back into his lap, where he positioned her for maximum comfort.
For a moment she felt like a child again, curled up in the lap of one of her parents. The lights were still on, and the TV droned on at low volume. It was silly to try to sleep in a chair when there was a perfectly good bed nearby. She almost mentioned it, but caution prevailed and she said nothing.
He said nothing more either. But his hand pressed her head to the bare part of his chest, where his tunic spread wide. And she didn’t know how she did it, but she fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Chapter 14
BRITTANY WOKE AT DAWN WHEN THE BIRDS ON THEtwo trees in front of her apartment building began their morning greetings. She didn’t stir immediately, just opened her eyes and absorbed the fact that she was laying sprawled across a very big body and was utterly content to be there.
Dalden had moved down in the chair at some point in the night, to where he wasn’t actually sitting in it anymore, was spread at a near prone angle, which was why she wasn’t sitting either. She was actually laying on top of him, one leg bent across his hip, the other lost with his somewhere under the table in front of the chair.
She wondered what Jan had thought when she had come home and found them like that. The lights and TV were off now, showing that Jan had quietly passed through the room without waking them. And Brittany and Dalden would probably be gone before Jan got up to go to work, since her job started much later in the morning than Brittany’s—which reminded her she had to call Arbor and the spa to let them know she was taking a short vacation.
“Did you sleep well,kerima?”
She lifted her head to find those lovely amber eyes on her. “The birds wake you, too?”
“No, it was the sound of your purring.”
She gasped, sputtered, and chuckled all at once. “I did…no such thing!”
