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attacked!” She jumped from the bed but he reached for her, catching her from escaping.
“But you’re wearing the amulet! It’s safe here!” His gaze roamed her, feeling anxious and
frightened for her in a way he’d never encountered. “Please Brooke!”
“Mitch, you and I both know I need to do this.” She cupped his chin with a firm assurance. “I can’t
just walk away from it because I’m scared. I can’t let it go because I can’t guarantee the outcome.”
“I know. But I hate this!” he said fiercely.
“I know Mitch,” she told him with a loving caress of her fingers. “I do too, but it doesn’t change
the need.”
“Hell,” he breathed and tugged her down onto his lap. He looped his arms around her waist and
let her rest on his shoulder. “Hey, I just thought of something. Didn’t you and Roman say that thing
could be destroyed, the amulet? The maker could destroy it?”
“No, he can’t destroy it. He’s not alive any longer.”
His shoulders sagged, his one good idea shot down. “Oh. Who made it?”
“Merlin.”
“You’re kidding? You have an amulet made by the Merlin? As in Arthur and the knights and
Camelot?”
She chuckled against him. “Ah hm. One and the same. So that also makes it very powerful. I
haven’t figured out how to make the power work yet.”
He noticed she didn’t say anything about how little time there was to figure it out. He tightened
his hold and rested against her head. Her scent filled him with each breath. His voice wasn’t the only
thing that had gone thick by the time he spoke again. “Um, Bram had said you would probably be
hungry. Are you?”
“Starving,” she said.
“Yeah, me too, but not for food.” Mitch leaned over and nipped at her neck. “Sweet,” he whispered
against her skin and she shivered. “I’m getting used to this, but I know I will never get enough.”
She moaned as his tongue swirled over her and she let her head drop back.
“Just…glad…no…other…ahhhh!” Her fingers clawed into his shoulders when he started to suck on the
erratic beating of her pulse. “Mitch!” She shouted his name, driving his hungers higher with the need
in her cries.
He reached up across her back and captured her head to claim her lips. He gasped at the shock
then plundered her sweet mouth. His tongue raked inside, thrusting hard, pushing against her.
Wanting.
He slipped away from her sweetness then swallowed. Fought to not take her. To not be inside her.
Her breathing was as hard and hot as his. His stomach wall clenched tighter than a fist when her
breasts rubbed against him, her taut peaks burning him through two shirts. He let one of his hands
drift down her back and groaned. “Do you ever wear a bra?”
“Not usually,” she gasped.
“God, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered into her hair. “You better get up, slowly.”
She nodded. “Just one thing.”
“What?”
She planted a foot and shoved him over in a rush. “This,” she told him in a husky drugging voice
that made his blood boil with renewed need and lust.
“Brooke! No, I can’t take it!” But her seducing mouth was already on him. He formed his hands to
her shoulders and tried to slow her attacks but he couldn’t. It all felt too damn good. “You’re playing
with fire, Brooke,” he rasped.
She wasn’t listening. Her tongue was hot and wet on his already sensitive skin. He squirmed
under her weight and her breasts were rubbing into him again. He groaned when she bit his
collarbone and laved her tongue over him. The heat of her crashed down his body like a high, rushing
wave.
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