A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,64
hair, and she finished washing, then cast a look over her shoulder to see him watching her, rinsing out his own hair, looking primal, but not with regard to her, she didn’t think. More that he was ready to kick a Highland ghost’s butt.
“Thanks, Cearnach. Sorry,” she said. Then she frowned. “No one heard me, did they? I mean, they were probably miles away in the kitchen.” She hoped.
“I met Ian in the hall and told him I had this under control.”
While Cearnach had been naked, wearing only a sheen of soapy water, shampoo in his hair, and a towel around his waist? Not that she’d want Ian to come to her rescue in the state she’d been in.
She groaned and left Cearnach to finish washing by himself, grabbed a towel from a rack, and wrapped herself in it. There was no going back. One little near car collision had changed her life. No—the first time she’d met Cearnach, she’d felt the intrigue, the desire, the need. He had been like a dark wolf angel when she first met him, although she was not sure of his intentions. Yet deep down she had known he was the kind of man she needed in her life.
Looking like a man with a mission, his brown eyes nearly as black as coal, Cearnach exited the shower stall, water dripping all over his skin. He retrieved his towel off the counter and wrapped it around his waist, his gaze fixed on hers. “I believe we have rather a situation here.”
“Situation,” Elaine said, leaning back against the counter, holding her towel closed, and observing the intense look on Cearnach’s face.
“Aye.” He was studying her, watching her expression closely, which meant he was coming to some sort of conclusion that he was worried she wouldn’t like, she thought. “I believe Flynn wants me to stick close to you. For whatever reason.”
“Ha!” she said. “I’ve never heard of anything so crazy in my life. Your dead cousin is trying to matchmake from the grave?”
Cearnach smiled a little at her words and shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t think of anything else. When he’s bothered the other lasses and they bring it to Ian’s attention, Ian threatens to exorcise him. It always works. Flynn lies low for days, weeks, months even. Sometimes he goes somewhere else to dally with the lasses. He’s never continued to pester the same woman right after we’ve taken him to task for it. Certainly not twice in a night, and then bright and early the next morning. Not like this.”
“What if he’s doing so because he wants you to leave me alone since I’m kin to your enemy? Maybe he’s really concerned for you and wants to chase me off.”
“Then what he’s pulling is having the opposite effect.” Cearnach drew close to Elaine, his hands cupping her face, his eyes taking on a heated look. “He’s smart enough to know it. Sleeping with you in bed, sharing a shower but not being able to touch you like I’d like, none of these things are conducive to my leaving you alone. You do realize when I’m with you, he doesn’t bother you?”
“I wonder…” She looked up at Cearnach, her eyes still bleary with tears from the darned soap.
“Aye?”
“Would he have bothered me if I had used your bathroom while I showered?”
“It’s hard to say. If he hadn’t unsettled you in there, it could have been that he was off haunting someone else for a time, and so we wouldn’t know the truth of the matter.”
She observed Cearnach, willing him to tell her the truth. “Do you honestly believe if I had stayed in your bathroom, he wouldn’t have touched me?”
Cearnach shook his head. “I don’t know, lass. I suspect he might have pulled the same thing, attempting to push me into going to you.”
She touched Cearnach’s chest with her fingertips, looking at the way his nipples were already hard little pebbles. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you… really did put him up to it.”
He chuckled. “Conspiring with a ghost to catch a lady’s attention? Like I’d need encouragement when it comes to you.”
Yet, the ghost had pushed them together, if she was going to allow that’s what had plagued her in bed and in the shower. Not that either she or Cearnach had much control over the way their pheromones jump-started every time they drew close to each other. That was the problem with being a wolf-shifter. They could smell the interest from another