“Pat?” She turned to look at him. “What is it?”
Pale moonlight coming through the window highlighted his face. In the near-blackness, he looked darker, his face thinner, nose almost hawk-like. His eyes seem to glow, reflecting the silver light.
She placed a hand on his sleeve. Her fingers brushed damp, thick-napped cloth. Fear knifed through her. Padraig had been wearing a cotton shirt. His arms had been bare.
Desea.
The word didn’t seem to be spoken. It was as if it simply wafted through her mind. His hand touched her throat, trailing gently down her shoulder.
Tammy shivered as she caught the hand, pressing it against her cheek. She closed her eyes, the wave of longing settling around her so acute she nearly cried out with the pain of it.
“Este?” she breathed into the darkness. “My darling, you’ve come back to me.”
Sí, he vuelto.
As he opened his arms, she went into them eagerly, was engulfed in his embrace. Tipping her head back gently, one hand under her chin, he kissed her as through the darkness came an animal’s terror-filled howl. Tammy sank against him, feeling his lips travel longingly across her cheek. Then he was kissing her frantically, mouth seeking and demanding, lips grazing down her throat. They stopped at the rapidly beating pulse. She felt their pressure, so gentle, so soft.
His tongue flicked out, licking along the vein. There was a sudden sting. Fire ran down her throat.
“Tammy!” The door flew open, rebounding against the wall.
She jerked around to look at the man standing there.
Padraig reached for the switch by the door and light flooded the room.
Arms uplifted, she stood alone by the fireplace.
