Deeper than the Night - By Amanda Ashley Page 0,34
I couldn't find you, I went looking for another bedroom, but there isn't one. I didn't mean to put you out of your bed."
We could share it, you and I.The words, though unspoken, hovered between them.
Kara's gaze locked with Alexander's. Heat radiated from the depths of his black eyes, warming her as effectively as a furnace. She felt her limbs grow heavy, her knees weak. Her heart seemed to slow to a stop, and then it began to beat rapidly, as though she'd been running for miles in the hot sun.
"Kara . . ." His voice was low and rough, almost raw.
She tried to look away, but at that moment, no power on earth could have drawn her gaze from his. Desire blazed in his eyes, awakening an answering hunger deep within her being, making her yearn to be in his arms.
Alexander swore under his breath. It was wrong, and he knew it. But he reached for her anyway. And she stepped into his embrace willingly, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips as his arms closed around her.
"Alex?"
She tilted her head back, and he gazed into her eyes, beautiful blue eyes that were smoky with desire. Her lips parted invitingly; a faint flush pinked her cheeks.
With a groan, he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. A distant rumble of thunder echoed the hammering of his heart as he drew her closer, felt her body fit itself to his.
He drank from her lips, savoring her sweetness. She was warm in his arms, warm and willing. It would be so easy to take her, to sweep her into his arms and carry her to bed, to bury himself deep within her. So easy . . . and afterward, she would hate him for it, hate him for what he was, for not telling her the truth.
With an effort, he wrenched his mouth from hers and drew back. "Kara . . ."
"Don't talk. Just hold me."
And because he couldn't bear to let her go, he closed his eyes, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. He would hold her as often, and as long, as she would let him. And how long would that be, he wondered, when she knew what he was?
He didn't know how long they had been standing there when he felt her shiver against him.
"You're cold," he said, and lifting her into his arms, he carried her into the cavern.
He held her easily in one arm as he closed the door, and then he carried her into the main room and sat down on the sofa.
Kara closed her eyes, her head nestled against Alexander's shoulder. She felt a sudden warmth, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a fire in the hearth.
Kara lifted her head and stared at Alexander. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Light the fire."
"It was already lit."
"No, it wasn't."
Alex went suddenly still and, for a moment, Kara thought he had stopped breathing. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he settled her on the sofa and stood up.
"What's wrong, Alex?"
He looked into her eyes, those dreamy blue eyes that had captivated him from the beginning, and knew he couldn't deceive her any longer.
"There's something you need to know," he said heavily. "Something I should have told you a long time ago."
Kara's hand flew to her throat as an icy coldness spread over her. He had been hiding something from her. She had known it all along. Something about her condition, whatever it was. And from the look on his face, it wasn't good news. Dear Lord, had he brought her up here to tell her she was going to die?
She stared up at him, her heart pounding heavily. "What is it, Alex?"
Alexander swore a vile oath.Where to start?
"Alex, tell me!"
"Kara, do you remember I told you once that you must never love me, or trust me?"
"Yes." She frowned, wondering what that had to do with whatever it was that was wrong with her blood.
"Kara, I'm not from here."
She frowned. Not from Eagle Flats? What did that have to do with anything?
Alex shook his head. "I mean I'm not from Earth."
She stared at him blankly. She heard the words, but they made no sense. Not from Earth? What was he talking about?
"I came here more than two hundred years ago from a distant planet."