Spaniard Untamed (Blood and Thunder 3)

A betraying swallow gave her away. She could act bold all she liked, but this was a big deal for her. “One entire night?” He held back a smile.

Lifting her chin, she demanded, “Do you have a problem with that?”

Only that he rarely woke with a lover in the morning. He’d usually exhausted their potential well before dawn.

“Well?” Celina pressed, staring intently at him.

“You’re still wearing a dress,” he pointed out.

“I’m waiting for you to undress me,” she countered.

Chapter Four

Celina had slipped the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall to the ground before he had chance to move. His body responded as if he had never seen a naked woman before. The perfection of her form was startling. She was so pale, so young, so innocent, and so undeniably sensual. She was undiscovered treasure. He’d have to be wood from the neck up not to respond. She was clever to plan this. It was a definite ruse, though one he was happy to go along with for now. The quality of her flimsy lace underwear gave her away. It must have cost at least a week’s salary. Was this to thank him, as she’d said, or was there more behind Celina Petrovka’s rush to lose whatever might remain of her innocence?

His cock didn’t care, and thrust aggressively against his zipper. Then his head took over. What was her clock ticking so rapidly toward? Why the hurry?

Holding her stare, he stripped naked. He had no inhibitions, had never seen any reason for them. All men were made alike, more or less.

Walking to the water’s edge, he plunged in. Celina was still on the bank when he surfaced. Shaking hair out of his eyes, he looked up. “Found the water too hot now you’ve dipped your toe?”

“Not at all,” she assured him.

Joining him in the water, she swam to his side with a few strong strokes. Turning onto her back, she floated effortlessly beside him. “This is beautiful, isn’t it?” She stared skyward to where the moon was peeping through the canopy.

“You’re beautiful.” It was no more than the truth.

She ignored the compliment. “I want to thank you for what you did for us in Monte Carlo. Not just for me, but for all those other women. I don’t know if any of us would have survived if your team hadn’t arrived when they did.”

“The odds were stacked against you,” he agreed.

Turning her head, she gazed at him. “Please don’t tell me that what you did was nothing.”

“I wasn’t about to.”

“Or that you wouldn’t do it again.”

“In a heartbeat,” he assured her, noting the way she relaxed.

“And thank you for assuming I know my own mind.”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

The faint smile she gave at this remark made the urge to kiss her fierce. Only knowing the pleasure would be greater if he waited stopped him. “Monte Carlo was an interesting mission,” he said instead. “You were interesting.”

“And now?” she queried.

“Even more interesting.”

“Sometimes, I can’t believe I’m here,” she admitted. “The job with the team? I was so lucky to be hired.”

He disagreed. “You earned your place on the team with your courage in Monte Carlo.”

“I wasn’t brave, I was terrified. I didn’t know if I had what it took to do what I must.”

“None of us knows that until we’re tested,” he pointed out. “And now you’re angry with the slavers and the torment they put you through.”

“Angry?” She huffed incredulously. “That hardly covers it.”