you?”
She looked at him, just making out his features in the dim light. She was so close to him, she could feel the heat from his body, and she wondered if she touched him, whether she would be able to read his body language and interpret his desires. Then she let her imagination wander and realised she didn’t need to touch him, she could read his thoughts from here.
Sex, marriage, and children . It’s what all men wanted once they found their mate. No thought to what their female wanted. Her career would be over and she didn’t want that. She had worked too hard for it. Made a success for herself in her own right.
“No, you don’t scare me. I just don’t want this … this whole mating thing. It’s not what I’m cut out for. I have a career, I don’t want to just fall at your feet and then be ‘wham bam, you’re pregnant, ma’am.’”
He laughed. Really laughed, aloud, which made her mad.
“See, you do not take me seriously. It’s why I left my hometown. I didn’t want to be just another brood mare. I didn’t want to end up like my mother.” She shut her mouth tight, knowing she had said too much, revealed too much of herself. But it was the truth. Watching her mom bring up four children, whilst all the time pining for the job as a research scientist she had given up. The role of mom had kept her busy enough and perhaps fulfilled, but when they had bolted from the stable, she had been left with nothing.
Ciara had watched her, and seen her mourn for the lost years. Years where she could have been out in the world making a difference. She did not want that life for herself. However, the pull of the bond was too intense now he was so close to her. One moment of weakness and she would be lost.
“Ciara, that’s not what I expect you to do. I would never make you give up your career.”
“What about children?”
“Of course I want children. But I would look after them; the farm is a great place for kids.”
She felt herself swaying towards him, as if the thread linking them was drawing them closer together. Reeling her in, the hook so firmly attached there was no way to get off the line. “You say that now. But once I’m pregnant and the child comes, then it will change.”
“I give you my word, Ciara.” He reached out, pushing her hair back from her face. Then he leaned in and touched his lips to hers. Lightly at first, not touching any other part of her, leaving her free to bolt for the door if that was what she really wanted.
Yet in that one touch, he had won; there was no way she could run from him. Not now, and probably not ever.
Chapter Ten – Ryan
She trembled at his touch, whether from excitement or fear he didn’t know. He could sense the thrill of her body, but it was laced with a resignation. That if he took her to bed her life, as she knew it, would end. He didn’t want that. She was wild and free, and he wanted her to stay that way. He would never pen her in. And he certainly didn’t want to break her.
As she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to slide along her lower lip, he stroked her cheek with his fingertips and then fisted her hair. His lips grew firmer, his arousal stronger. If she said no now, he might have a fight on his hands. A certain bear knew he had won. Or, at least, hoped.
However, when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he began to relax. Maybe she wanted this too, or at least didn’t want to fight it anymore. It must be as hard for her as it was for him. The feeling of being split in two when she had walked away earlier had left him incomplete. He had spent the rest of the day, after she left, feeling that some part of him was missing. Only now, with her in his arms, did he feel complete again.
Desperately, he wanted to take her over to his house, but he was afraid if they left the barn she would just run. No doubt her horse ran faster than a big old bear, so he didn’t want to take the risk. He had let her go once; he was damn sure he