“There’s a big one in Somerville. I’ll fly over and it won’t take more than an hour to grab what I need and ride the subway back.”
Sly groaned. “An hour? Hell.”
“Come on, man. Have you forgotten who gave you your key?”
“You were supposed to keep your mouth shut about that.”
“Well, now we both have a reason to keep the bitch locked up until she learns to mind her own business.”
“Have you forgotten whose window you peck on at night to let you in?”
“We are so screwed.”
Dottie nodded.
“Nathan? If anything happens to my welfare because of this, I’m coming after you.”
“Fair enough. I might not make much of a meal, though. Ihope you like feathers in your mouth.”
“Just hurry up.”
Dottie’s eyes rounded in alarm, then she fainted again.
Sly frowned at the slumped over bound and gagged body. “High strung, isn’t she?”
“Just a tad.”
Merry stood in front of Jason’s long expanse of windows trying to gauge how much snow had already fallen.
“I think there’s about eight inches out there so far.”
Jason sidled up behind her and nuzzled her neck. “There’s about eight inches right behind you. Want to do something about it?”
She grinned and reached back to cup his erection.
His arms surrounded her, and he moaned softly next to her ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? All you have to do is stand in one spot long enough for me to admire your beauty and I get hard.”
She pivoted to face him. “I’m glad you enjoy the view. I like what I see too.”
Suddenly, pitch blackness enveloped them.
“Did you do that?” Merry asked.
Jason laughed. “I’m a shapeshifter, not a magician. Looks like we lost power, Merry.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you’d arranged the whole thing.”
“I couldn’t have timed it better if I did.”
His lips found hers in the dark, and they shared a long, languorous kiss. Any reservations she might still have melted away whenever she experienced one of his masterful kisses. Maybe he hadn’t made love to many women due to his condition, but he sure had kissed a few.
Merry secretly liked knowing he had limited his experience, sexually. Before that, she felt like the young, naïve girl some people made her out to be. But falling in love with Jason had changed all of that. Now, every spare minute was spent making love, and she couldn’t have been happier about it.
He took her hand and navigated them to the gas fireplace. Perfect for just such occasions, she thought. One push of the thermostat and a glorious flame illuminated the room. The romantic ambiance added to her arousal. She nipped his ear lobe.
“Getting frisky, are we?” he asked and smiled.
“You bet I am.”
