The Wild Rose Press
His smile wicked, he pulled the black T-shirt over his head, exposing every curve of his long, gym-sculpted torso. Just watching his casual strip turned Daisy on immensely. A thousand tingles swamped her in anticipation of his touch.
Drew went to the desk, pulled out a pair of scissors, and began to cut out the neck of his t-shirt, his eyes moving from her to his project and back, teasing.
“What are you doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He cut up the sides of the shirt, then cut two holes from the back of the shirt collar. “I was a toga-toting warrior seizing the spoils of war last night. Ask me who I am tonight.”
Daisy loved the game. “Who are you tonight?”
Drew returned to stand before her sitting on the bed, the ruined shirt in his fist mounted on blue-jeaned hips, his grin bright. She had to tear her eyes away from the hard muscle of his hairless stomach too close to her lips to keep from lustful thought.
“I’m a superhero.”
She watched him throw the shirt back over his head, pulled the back holes over his hair and laid it over his eyes, creating a sloppy cowl, only the bottom half of his face exposed like Batman’s mask. He tied the remaining t-shirt around the back of his head.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s your superhero name?”
Drew bent over her, pressing her backward onto the bed, his dark eyes through the mask puckish. “I’m the Daisy Plucker.”
Daisy burst into laughter.
He peeled away her jeans, then he crawled up her thighs like a predator, stopped at her hips and straddled her thighs. Daisy felt a stabbing pain in her shoulder. “Ow! There’s something pointy under the mattress.”
Drew tugged her to her feet and patted the mattress, then he lifted it to find nothing, but they could see and feel something inside the mattress when both their weights were applied.
“Odd.” Drew felt along the sides and at the head of the mattress shoved up against the bed headboard. “There’s a cut in the cover.”
She watched him reach through the rip to pull out a small 3-ring binder that probably would’ve gone unnoticed if only one person’s weight pressed upon the mattress. Drew flipped through the binder. “Looks like bookkeeping ledgers. Is this part of the farm’s records?”
“No,” she reported, and pointed to the books atop the roll-top desk. “Those are the farm records.”
“Hmm,” Drew grumbled, examining the pages.
“Maybe it’s his personal accounts. I suppose Dad should have them.”
“Was Russell a bit paranoid, keeping records under his mattress?”
Daisy shrugged.
“Looks like personal records. I’ll find out with a little study. Tomorrow.”
Then Drew tossed the book onto the fur rug, and another naughty smile ripened across his devastatingly handsome face half-shrouded under the makeshift cowl. Her palms itched to touch him so she stroked the hard muscles of his chest. Lightning struck at their contact.
Drew put her back on the bed, stripped himself of those annoying jeans, and he started his predatory crawl over her body again. It felt so naughty, looking at him wearing that silly cowl moving up her body as though he would soon feast upon her in a frenzy.
“Wanna see a demonstration of my superpowers?”
“Over and over again!”
Drew tugged her into a sitting position with him straddling her hips, dishing out more of his bedroom eyes from beneath the improvised mask. He smelled so good, the wood of the room accenting the man-smell of Drew stirring her so. He tugged her blouse over her head, biting his lip and sending pangs through her. With one smooth snap, he unhooked her bra, like a pro. Daisy laughed aloud.
“Superhero trick,” he said, his smile outrageous. Then he pressed her back to the mattress, nibbling a path down her body. Then he went all serious on her.
“Daisy,” he said, his voice sober, his dark eyes fluid with some emotion behind the holes cut from the shirt. “Something’s happened, something I’ve never felt before. It’s not like me to feel this way for a woman, especially so quickly, but I want to follow you everywhere. Your smile does something potent to me. Your touch makes me want more. I know we just met, but...I thought I should tell you. You haven’t left my mind.
“I know I should send you back to your own bedroom at the ranch house, but I want you to stay here tonight…with me.”
Daisy felt it too, a potent magnetism for him, a stronger force than she’d ever known. Drew would die soon, and according to some creepy demon, she was the one to bring it on.
What if she simply never told him of the pregnancy? Would Drew then live longer? Was it just as simple as that, send Drew back to New York and save his life? There was Chuck, unlikely to keep his mouth shut, being a father himself. No one could ever learn of her son’s paternity. Once Chuck got wind, Drew could drop dead.
But would keeping Drew from laying eyes on his son save his life or does the mere existence of his son cost him all? Daisy didn’t know. Keeping Drew here, telling him they would be parents was his certain death.
That is, if it’s true. How trustworthy could a creepy little goblin be?
Drew broke her thought by kissing her passionately, his mouth hungry for her. His arms went under her, possessing her. His hot mouth on hers, seared her.
Daisy lost herself in his masculine scent, against his hard muscle, and beneath his fantastic body filling her with the greatest joy imaginable, and the saddest thing she’d ever felt.
Drew pressed his body into hers, causing her to cast away the despair. The superhero mask turned her on wildly, but mostly because it was Drew beneath it.
Now…Drew was everything.
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