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"I'm fairly confident I can manage all of them and Judith as well," Andrew returned. "Farewell, brothers! Rest easy in the knowledge that Laycock Keep shall still be standing upon your return."
With Judy still cradled in his arms, he strode across the hall and began to climb the exceedingly narrow, winding staircase to a floor somewhere above. "Where ... are you taking me?" she asked.
Oh, bed. That sounded nice. A mattress and covers to cuddle up in.
Damn! Judy went rigid in Andrew's arms when, a heartbeat later, she recalled his true intentions. Her mouth dropped open in startled concern as he kicked open a door, banging it against an inside wall, and dropped her roughly onto a bed. When he jumped onto the bed and stretched out beside her, Judy finally found her voice.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"If you don't know, I shall teach you. I'm told I'm rather good at it."
Oh, geez. She didn't need this. What she needed was a good, long nap--and a seat on H.G. Wells' time machine.
Andrew kissed her, open mouth on open mouth. His lips felt soft and warm, and when his tongue darted between her lips, Judy felt a tremor of sexual excitement. The heat in her belly flared when he began nibbling her lips and his thumb gently stroked the line of her jaw.
Oh, God. Her reaction to him went beyond anything rational. It was worse, even, than her fleeting attraction to Carla's Lord Laycock. Was there something about the Laycock bloodline that heated her blood? By all rights, she should have been slipping into madness, wailing and pulling her hair. Instead, this obnoxious boy in a knight's costumesparked a fire that could have melted her insides, if she let it.
I am going insane, she decided. Yet there remained something oddly comforting about Andrew's attentions, base as they were. Judy, however, had no intention of giving in to him. Of all the women she knew, she was the least likely to sleep with a man she'd just met. Having never done so in the past, she did not propose to do so now. Most certainly, she did not intend to sleep with a ghostly stranger who'd been dead in his grave at least 700 years!