slumped onto the bed.
âI love you, too. Itâs going to be fine. Call me tomorrow.â
She hung up and threw herself onto her back for a moment, giving in to a miniwallow. She planned to throttle the hell out of these mages and the woman when she hunted them down the next day. Just to make herself feel better if for no other reason. Hmpf.
* * *
William stalked down the hall, annoyed with himself for even being there. He should be back at his apartment with a woman or two, fucking this one out of his head. Fuck it,he had to get her out of Vegas before he did or said something stupid.
Agitated, he pounded on the door, softening as he remembered it was after one. He waited, hearing her approach on the other side.
âWhat do you want?â Her voice came, muffled through the door.
He leaned in close to the door. âOpen up, Nell.â
âNo.â
âDamn it. Open the door.â
âGo away, William. I canât deal with you right now. Iâm tired and I donât have the energy to fight with you or take your insults.â Her voice caught. He heard it through the door and regret crashed through him.
âI need to talk to you. Itâs important. Open up. Please.â His hands fisted with the need to pull her close and make that catch in her voice go away.
She opened it hard, stood there in a tiny pair of pink panties and nothing else. He pushed his way inside and closed the door, locking it. It was then he really saw her face. Her beautiful eyes sparked with temper, but they were swollen and red.
Sheâd been crying? Tenderness unfurled through him, pushing aside his anger, his frustration. âWhatâs wrong?â
She put a hand on her hip and try as hard as he could, there was no way her near total nakedness couldnât attract his attention. Heâd been inside her twice, thought of her in hundreds of sexual situations, but heâd never seen her totally nude. Her breasts were fucking amazing. The rest of her was long and lean, toned and creamy pale. She shone like the moon, nearly stopping his heart with her own unique beauty.Never in his life had he been so moved by a womanâs beauty. No one was like her.
Still, tears. Focus on the tears.
âIâm trying to sleep, in case you havenât noticed. You got what you wanted back at Darkness. Why are you here?â
That hit him like the slap it was. Landed true because he knew heâd run out and made her feel used. Heâd done it to hide from what she made him feel and instead heâd damaged her. The wall heâd erected just two hours earlier continued to crumble.
âDoesnât look like you were sleeping. It looks like youâve been crying. And I didnât get enough of what I wanted at Darkness.â He paused and walked down the hall into the room. Heâd meant to just tell her to get out of town immediately and instead found himself standing stock-still, breathing deep. Her scent hung in the air, wrapping around him and squeezing until he had no choice but to abandon his stupid plan. âDamn it. Damn it, Nell, I donât feel like I can get enough of you. Ever.â
Sheâd grabbed a robe and was attempting to put it on when he spun and caught her. Emotion clouded his gaze and something deep inside her squeezed.
âWhat now? What did I do?â She left her robe open, daring him not to look.
âFuck. Fuck. Why? What did you do to me? Why do I love you?â He reached out and pulled her to him and she growled in his face.
âDo you think I need magic to be alluring? Youâre such a prick!â
âI am. I know I am. Itâs served me well, kept me away from feeling deeply about other women like Leah! And youcome along, I barely even know you and I canât stop thinking about you.â
Anguish poured off him in a wave, catching her, tugging at her emotions, her need to soothe him.
She pulled herself loose, needing some distance.
George R.R. Martin, John J. Miller