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"Um, if you couldn t find anything warmer, I, uh, have a nice fluffy robe somewhere about. If you re
cold."
"You don t like it?" she asked. "Have I...offended you?"
"No! I, uh, like it. Very much."
"Then why won t you look at me?"
Duncan bit his lip hard and stared resolutely at the fringed edge of the throw. "Because I would be
staring, and that wouldn t be an appropriate thing for a teacher to do to his student."
Mina laughed, as though she were relieved. "You said just this morning that you wanted me to leave
Dere. I took that as a signal that my studies were at an end."
"Mina, please!" He closed his eyes, agonizingly torn. "You don t understand. I know that women don t
often think of a man like myself as, well, a man anymore. The chair has that effect, I suppose. But I m not
made of stone."
Her hand touched his shoulder, followed the line of his collar, and found the button at the top of his shirt.
"I m glad to hear that."
"Don t." He caught her hand in his own. The urge to kiss her fingertips was almost overwhelming. "I m
sorry, Mina. I m sorry that I m old and broken. Right now, I would give anything to be young and whole,
and the sort of man you deserve. But there s no magic that can do that."
"I don t want any other man! I want you." She drew his hand up to her mouth and kissed his fingers
gently. "Look at me and tell me honestly that you don t want this, and I swear I ll leave you alone."
He looked at her, intending to force himself to lie for the sake of them both. But something caught his
attention, and he realized that he could see the slave collar around her neck with both eyes, not just one.
Surprised, he touched it, felt the shock of real iron against his fingers. "What why are you wearing
that?"
She looked down self-consciously. "I had Bryan get it for me. He said that it was still lying in the bottom
of your doctor s bag from the morning you took it off me. That day seems like a lifetime ago, doesn t it?"
Mina touched the back of the collar. "There s no way of closing it at the back, since it was sawn through,
but I wrapped a scarf around the sharp edges to keep them from bothering me too much."
"But why?"
She glanced up with grief in her eyes. "Because I didn t want to influence you. Because I didn t want to
make you desire me if it s not what you really feel."
"Not desire you? God, Mina, you have no need to ever think that!"
She smiled a sweet, uncertain smile. "Then show me?"
That undid him. His hands closed on her shoulders, and he pulled her against him. Her lips opened under
his, and he slid his tongue into her mouth in a frantic rush of desire. She responded eagerly, her hands
tangling a moment in his hair, and then sliding down to fumble at the buttons of his shirt.
His heart was pounding so hard Duncan could barely hear her ragged breathing. He kissed her mouth,
then found her throat, drinking in the taste and scent of her. He ran his hands along her back, over the
curves of her body, and back up to her breasts. The ancient fabric of her gown ripped a little; Mina
laughed and paused a moment to tug it off over her head.
The smell and feel of her skin was maddening. He caressed the round curve of her breast, explored the
hard nipple with his mouth until she cried out softly. Her hands fumbled urgently at his belt; then she drew
him out and into herself.
He gasped when she took him, his hands tightening on her hips. She made a little moan, arching her back
and climaxing unexpectedly. He tried to focus on her pleasure, feeling her peak and grinning when she
laughed for the sheer joy of it. It seemed to go on for a long time and no time at all, until her rhythm
dragged him inexorably with her. He closed his eyes, and everything disappeared into red-black
blankness as he spent himself inside her.
Mina wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders and snuggled against him, her face hidden in his
shoulder so that he could feel her breath stirring the small hairs of his neck. He stroked her back gently,
slowly. Feeling her skin raise in goose pimples, he retrieved the throw with a free hand and settled it over
them both. He wondered if he had just done something profoundly foolish in making love to a woman
less than a half his age.
"I love you," she murmured sleepily in his ear.
"I love you, too. I think I ve loved you since the first moment I met you."
He felt her lips curve into a smile against his skin. "Silly man."
"Probably," he agreed. He found the collar around her neck and started to ease it off.
She sat back in alarm. "What are you doing?"
"Getting rid of this damned thing. It can t be comfortable."
"But "
"Shh." He found the amulet around his neck, where it had twisted during their lovemaking. "This is what
shielded me last night. I...suspected what you are, although I tried to convince myself otherwise. The
ingredients are quite expensive, and I only have the one."
"Oh," she said in a small, subdued voice.
He pulled it off and set it by the collar, on the nearest table. Mina s eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
He sighed and stroked her flank gently. "I trust you," he said finally. "I ll put it back on tomorrow
morning, if you insist upon it."
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