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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 108 из 338I took the gun out of my waistband and slid it under one of the pillows, then lay back in the middle of the bed, propping myself up on my elbows. Sholto stood beside the bed looking at me. He had a strange half-smile on his face. His eyes looked uncertain, not unhappy, just uncertain.
"You look terribly pleased with yourself," he said.
"It's never a bad thing to see a handsome man naked for the first time."
His smile vanished. "Handsome? I've never had anyone who knew what lay under the shirt call me that before."
I let my gaze speak for me. I lingered over his face, the eyes, the strong, nearly perfect nose, the thin wide mouth. The rest of the body looked wonderful, but I knew at least part of what I was looking at was magically enhanced. I just didn't know how much. But I kept my gaze on the parts that I was pretty sure were real, like the slender width of his hips, the strong length of legs. Until I saw him without the pants I wasn't sure what the bulge in the pants was, so I passed that by in mind as well as by eye. The queen was right, it was a shame; he truly was magnificent.
"I've fantasized about a sidhe woman looking at me like that." He still looked too solemn.
"Like what?" I asked. I made the question low, sexual, teasing.
That made him smile. "Like I'm something to eat."
I smiled, and made it everything he wanted it to be, everything he needed it to be. "Eat, eh. Lose the coat, and the shirt, and maybe we'll get to that."
"No sex tonight remember," he said.
"How about just no orgasm?"
He threw back his head and laughed, a loud, joyous sound. He looked at me with shining eyes, and it wasn't magic that made them glitter, just laughter. He looked younger, more relaxed. I realized that with his white hair and skin, those gold eyes, that he'd be welcomed at the Seelie Court. If he could keep his shirt on they'd never suspect.
The laughter faded round the edges. "Now you look solemn," he said.
"I was just thinking that you look more Seelie Court than I do."
He frowned. "You mean the blood auburn hair?"
"And my lack of height, and the breasts are a little too plentiful for sidhe style."
He grinned then, wide and sudden. "It has to be the women who are complaining about the breasts. No man would dream of it."
That made me smile. "You're right. My mother, my aunt, my cousins."
"They're just jealous," he said.
"Pretty to think so," I said.
He let the grey overcoat fall to the floor, then undid a button of his cuff. He watched my face while he did it.
"You look terribly pleased with yourself," he said.
"It's never a bad thing to see a handsome man naked for the first time."
His smile vanished. "Handsome? I've never had anyone who knew what lay under the shirt call me that before."
I let my gaze speak for me. I lingered over his face, the eyes, the strong, nearly perfect nose, the thin wide mouth. The rest of the body looked wonderful, but I knew at least part of what I was looking at was magically enhanced. I just didn't know how much. But I kept my gaze on the parts that I was pretty sure were real, like the slender width of his hips, the strong length of legs. Until I saw him without the pants I wasn't sure what the bulge in the pants was, so I passed that by in mind as well as by eye. The queen was right, it was a shame; he truly was magnificent.
"I've fantasized about a sidhe woman looking at me like that." He still looked too solemn.
"Like what?" I asked. I made the question low, sexual, teasing.
That made him smile. "Like I'm something to eat."
I smiled, and made it everything he wanted it to be, everything he needed it to be. "Eat, eh. Lose the coat, and the shirt, and maybe we'll get to that."
"No sex tonight remember," he said.
"How about just no orgasm?"
He threw back his head and laughed, a loud, joyous sound. He looked at me with shining eyes, and it wasn't magic that made them glitter, just laughter. He looked younger, more relaxed. I realized that with his white hair and skin, those gold eyes, that he'd be welcomed at the Seelie Court. If he could keep his shirt on they'd never suspect.
The laughter faded round the edges. "Now you look solemn," he said.
"I was just thinking that you look more Seelie Court than I do."
He frowned. "You mean the blood auburn hair?"
"And my lack of height, and the breasts are a little too plentiful for sidhe style."
He grinned then, wide and sudden. "It has to be the women who are complaining about the breasts. No man would dream of it."
That made me smile. "You're right. My mother, my aunt, my cousins."
"They're just jealous," he said.
"Pretty to think so," I said.
He let the grey overcoat fall to the floor, then undid a button of his cuff. He watched my face while he did it.