An Elf's Magic
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Lynn Crain
Word Count :53000
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : Santa's Elves#5
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-210-7
One can never forget true love.
Lacey Sinclair wants to be a doctor but life and circumstance has made that path impossible. Given the chance at the job of a lifetime and the promise of enough money to see her through med school, she is hesitant. Something draws her to one certain man that she can't put her finger on. Her body is alive and her mind sharp, focused when she's near him. So before she can live the life of her dreams, she must discover just who Cuinn Lochlin is to her and her future.
She went into the closet and pulled out another. Lacey put the bag on the bed, opened it without and was surprised to find what looked like a wedding program in it. Please join us in the celebration of marriage between Aingeal Mae Locklin and Fearghus Andrew Brodie… "Wonder where this came from?" She tossed it onto the bed but shivered when she did. There was something about the program, which she should know, she could feel it in her bones.
Swallowing hard, she knew she didn't have time to think on it now and pushed it from her thoughts. Seeing a movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to Cuinn who had turned sheet white. She put her hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"
He gave a quick, jerky shake of his head. "Nothing."
Maybe she understood what she felt when she found the program. "Ah, someone you fancied?"
He scowled at her. "You think I fancy…of course, you would…you haven't met all my family yet. Well, I don't. One isn't supposed to fancy one's siblings."
She threw up her hands at the tone of his voice. "Oh, I assumed by the look on your face it was someone you liked." She looked at the paper again wondering why she didn't associate the woman's name with his. There was something very out of place with the wedding. It nagged at the fringes of her mind and she had to shake herself mentally to move on. "It's okay. Maybe you took someone you shouldn't have or something. There have been some people in my past too. "
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "It's not like that at all."
Every contour of his body was rock solid. Her breath hitched and she tried hard to control her breathing. Licking her lips, she looked up at him and lost herself. She wanted to kiss this man, to touch him like a lover, to have him inside her as quickly as she could. Before her thoughts could get the better of her, she brought to mind images of the president, of Gandhi, of Mother Teresa, but nothing would to stop her passionate feelings. Her very being wanted this man.
* * * *
"Ah, hell--" Cuinn swooped down on her and captured her lips with his. He couldn't help himself. From the moment she walked into the conference room that morning, all he could think about was having her in his arms. He should have told his father at the wedding last year about his desire for her, but her place hadn't cemented in his heart yet. Now there would be no stopping their bonding.
Gently, he pulled back and gazed at her. "I'll stop if you want me to."
Lacey quickly shook her head. "No. I've never felt something so right." She pulled his head back to her and his lips captured hers with no tenderness this time, just a hard, raw need.
Still, he knew she needed tender after what had happened to her this past year. Changing the tone of his onslaught, Cuinn gently sucked her bottom lip and ran his hands softly down her arms. Rewarded with a slight shiver, his body tightened in response to her body's signals as his caress slipped around to her soft buttocks.
The rapid beat of her heart drummed against him, showing how aroused she truly was. She would be the core of his world and he wanted everything to be right for their first time, so trying hard to remember all the lessons on sex from his father. First, he put up his shields knowing some people in the city would feel the energy. Then, he snapped the glamour spell more firmly around himself because there were some things she couldn't know until they had reached the North Pole. Cuinn only hoped she would forgive him once all had been revealed.
Breaking off the kiss, he breathed hard as he gently cupped her face in his hands. "Tell me to stop right now and I will because you have to be very, very sure you want this to happen."
"I am…believe me…I am," she whispered.
He pulled her to him again, his mouth descending on hers, seeking entry with his tongue. Trying to convey the promise of all he could offer, he moved closer to the bed, easing his knee between her legs. She trembled around him then began rubbing herself up and down on the rough fabric of his jeans, shivering and whimpering. He hoped she felt the way he did and slowly lowered her to the bed, following down.
"I want to touch you the way a lover does." he said, looking into her now flushed face.