carefully drew the bandage around, accidentally brushing his
fingers against the inside of her thigh at the same time.
He bit his tongue, stopping himself from giving in to the desire that was beginning to burn like an inferno in his veins. Every time his fingers brushed against her, she would breath in a little, adding to the thrill he got from touching her. This was wrong. He didn’t even know the
woman and she was making him feel like he hadn’t felt
in a long time. It had been too long since he’d had these feelings, these desires. He tied off the end of the
bandage and ran his fingers over it, smoothing it and
making the most of the excuse to touch her and feel her tensing beneath his fingertips.
When he removed his hand and raised his eyes up to
hers. Her pupils were wide and her cheeks were flushed.
God, she was beautiful.
Neoma caught hold of his hand and smiled at him,
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his grey eyes. She wanted to thank him but the
overwhelming weight of anxiousness in her stomach
made different words leave her lips.
“I’ve placed you in danger. I shouldn’t have come,” she said and went to stand.
He took his hand away from hers and pressed it against her shoulder, forcing her to sit again.
“You’re not going anywhere in this weather. You’d never make it back down into town alone.”
There was such a sweet note of concern in his voice and his expression. She tensed her thigh, testing it. Pain raced along every nerve but it was less now than when it had first happened. She could easily make it back to her home. She turned her face towards the door and sniffed.
He was right about the weather though. The cold would
slow her down and make her vulnerable to the hunters
again.
“Have we met?” he said and she watched his fingers
while he poured a large glass of whisky. “I think I’d
remember you.”
He held it out to her. She looked at it for a moment and then took it, sipping it so he would stop staring at her.
She’d had to fight for control every second that he’d
been fixing her wound. His proximity and touch had
made her soul stir into life and only the pain had
stopped her from reacting as she’d wanted to.
Wind blew down the chimney, making the fire crackle
and pop. Her eyes moved to it, following the sweeping
motion of the flames.
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She smiled across at him when he sat in the armchair, a glass of whisky in his hand. His hair was darker than
she’d expected, and she’d always pictured him wearing a checked lumberjack shirt under his jacket rather than
the padded navy one he was wearing now. His pale blue
jeans looked faded and old. She wondered how often he
went down into town. Living up here could get lonely.
She rarely ventured down into the settlement. Only at
night had she found the bravery to wander the streets
there.
She was at home on the mountain, running through the
trees after her prey and watching him.
“We’ve met,” she said, her smile remaining in place.
“We have?” he frowned.
She decided he was handsome when he did that.
“At a party, or in town?” he ventured and she shook her head.
“Up here, on the mountain.” She sipped her drink again, letting the heat of it warm her through and sedate her, quenching the nerves that were spiralling out of control inside of her. She swallowed a whole mouthful and then took a deep breath, wondering how he was going to
react to what she was going to say.
His eyes widened and he leaned forwards, a curious but confused look quickly settling on his face.
“But there’s no cabin for miles and I really don’t
remember ever meeting someone on the mountain,” he
said.
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“My home isn’t that far,” she said and tugged the fur
blanket up when it began to slip away from her shoulders. She noticed how his