Megan's mate

When he said nothing, her nerve began

to slip.

If you'd rather I go, I understand. I don't expect that you'd feel well enough toWe don't have to make love, Nathaniel. I just want to help.

I don't want you to go.

Her smile bloomed again.

Why don't you lie down, then? I'll start on your back.

Really, I'm good at this.

She laughed a little.

The horses loved me.

He crossed to the bed, touched her hair, her cheek.

Did you wear silk robes to

work the stock?

Always.

She eased him down.

Roll onto your stomach,

she said briskly.

Pleased with the task, she poured liniment into her hands, then rubbed her pahns together to warm it. Carefully, so that the movement of the mattress didn't jar him, she knelt over him.

Tell me if I hurt you.

She started on his shoulders, gently over the bruises, more firmly over knotted muscles. He had a warrior's body, she thought, tough and tight, and carrying all the marks of battle.

You overdid it today.

He only grunted, closing his eyes and letting his body reap the pleasure of her stroking hands. He felt the brush of silk against his skin when she shifted. Drifting through the sharp scent of liniment was her subtle perfume, another balm to the senses.

The aches began to fade, then shifted into a deeper, more primal pain that coursed smoothly through his blood when she lowered her lips to his shoulder.

Better?

she murmured.

No. You're killing me. Don't stop.

Her laugh was low and soft as she eased the towel from his hips, and pressed competent fingers low on his spine.

I'm here to make you feel better, Nathaniel.

You have to relax for me to do this right.

You're doing just fine.

He moaned as her hands moved lower, circling, kneading.

Then her lips, skimming, whisper-soft.

You have such a beautiful body.

Her own breathing grew heavy as she stroked and explored.

I love looking at it, touching it.

Slowly she took her lips up his

spine, over his shoulder again, to nuzzle at his ear.

Turn over,

she whispered.

I'll

do the test.

Her lips were there to meet his when he shifted, to linger, to heat. But when he reached up, groaning, to cup her breasts, she drew back.

Wait.

Though her hands trembled, she freshened the liniment. With her eyes on his, she spread her fingers over his chest.

They put marks on you,

she murmured.

I put more on them.

Nathaniel the dragon-slayer. Lie still, she whispered, and bent close to kiss the

scrapes and bruises on his face.

I'll make it all go away.

His heart was pounding. She could feel it rocket against her palm. In the lamplight, his eyes were dark as smoke. The robe pooled around her knees when she straddled him. She massaged his shoulders, his arms, his hands, kissing the scraped knuckles, laving them with her tongue.

The air was like syrup, thick and sweet. It caught in his lungs with each labored breath. No other woman had ever made him feel helpless, drained and sated, all at once.

Megan, I need to touch you.

Watching him, she reached for the belt of the robe, loosened it. In one fluid movement, the silk slid from her shoulders. Beneath she wore a short slip of the same color and texture. As he reached up, one thin strap spilled off her shoulder.

She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, as his hands stroked over the silk, then beneath. The colors were back, all those flashing, dazzling lights that had erupted in the sky. Stars wheeled inside her head, beautifully hot. Craving more, she rose over him, took him into her with a delicious slowness that had them both gasping.

She shuddered when he arched up, gripping her hips in his hands. Now the colors seemed to shoot into her blood, white-hot, and her skin grew damp and slick.

Suddenly greedy, she swooped down, devouring his lips, fingers clutching the bruised flesh she'd sought to soothe.

Let me.

She moaned and pressed his hands against her breasts.

Let me.

With a wildness that staggered him, she drove him hard, riding him like lightning. He called out her name as his vision dimmed, as the frantic need convulsed like pain inside him. Release was like a whiplash that stung with velvet.

She tightened around him like a fist and shattered him.

Weak as water, she flowed down, rested her head on his chest.

Did I hurt you?

He couldn't find the strength to wrap his arms around her and let them lie limp on the bed.

I can't feel anything but you.

Nathaniel.

She lifted her head to press a kiss to his thundering heart.

There's

something I forgot to tell you yesterday.

Hmm... What's that?

I love you, too.

She watched his eyes open, saw the swirl of emotion darken them.

That's good.

His arms, no longer weak, circled her, cradled her.

I don't know if it's enough, but

He turned his lips to hers to quiet her.

Don't mess it up. 'For love's sake only,'

Megan. That's enough for tonight.

He kissed her again.

Stay with me.

Yes.

Chapter 12