Free Unearthed Treasure by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page B

that he felt so strongly this way suggested Chelsea would have a similar if not identical belief. They were both stubborn, wilful people. David knew at times there would be fireworks and arguments where their shouts could make the house around them tremble. But they loved each other with a rare passion he’d never seen in others.
    The future looked bright, delicious, enticing.
    He glanced at the clock and sighed. He was loath to bring up the fact that they had to be moving, but soon it would be impossible to ignore.
    “I know,” Chelsea murmured. The laziness in her voice, the sensual undertones, had his cock twitching hungrily. David firmly squashed the small flickers of desire that lapped in the base of his balls.
    Now was not the time, tempting as this siren was.
    He stroked a hand down the long, dark curls, marvelling again at their silky softness.
    “I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” he said, leaning on his accent, using that lilt she’d confessed drove her wild. “But we need to get dressed and ready—we have to go rob the National Gallery, darling.”
    Chelsea laughed. She dipped a shoulder and moved delicately away from him—his cock sliding out of her warm, wet ass—and turned to face him on her bed. When she wrapped an arm around his waist he let her draw him close, snuggling them together.
    “If anyone else had said that to me in a moment like this I’d think they were insane. But you somehow make it sound dangerous and completely normal at the same time.”
    He grinned, bent his head forward and pressed a hot, searching kiss to that lush, red mouth of hers. Her cheeks were flushed delightfully, her lips moist and plump from their earlier passion. Pulling away so he could sit up David took a deep breath. He stared down at the decadent, luscious vision Chelsea made.
    Burning the delicious image of her splayed, ravished and passion-spent on the sheets into his brain, he held the picture close to his heart, another treasure to add to the growing number in his soul.
    “No other man will ever say such things to you,” he vowed, a smile taking the possessiveness from the words. “Besides, I’m sure in time you’ll say equally strange things to me. It can be our secret.”
    Resting a hand on the mattress next to her head, he used it to hold his weight as he bent, kissed her again and ran his free hand through her curls, spreading them over the sheets and mussing them further. Pulling back, he studied her again and smiled tenderly.
    “You’re the most beautiful, treasured person in my world,” he said. Chelsea’s dark blue eyes became enormous and her cheeks flushed a deeper red.
    Not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment with talk, he smiled silently, then climbed from the bed and moved to the bathroom. Opening the shower cubicle so he could reach inside, David then leaned in to adjust the water to the heat he liked. Satisfied, he stepped in and quickly washed himself.
    Part of his mind—the hidden Neanderthal man who in reality resided in most men to one degree or other—hated removing the evidence of the passion and possession he’d shared with Chelsea. He wanted to wear her scent with pride, know her juices coated his body and that nothing could separate them.
    Reality, however, was an ugly bitch. He needed to focus on the task at hand, not have sticky skin and clothes rubbing him wrong. Nor did he need the added distraction of Chelsea’s scent on his every inch, as well as standing next to him as they broke into the Gallery.
    Clean, he was about to turn off the faucets when Chelsea opened the cubicle door. She grinned at him, a warm, welcoming invitation. His cock stirred.
    “No pouncing,” she insisted. “We have little enough time as it is.”
    He nodded, knowing the truth in her words but still unable to squash the desire to take her over and over. She was more addictive than any drug to him.
    “I’m done here. Let me go grab our clothes and I’ll be dressed and decent when