He went to the window and looked out into the night. I was very, very aware of him as a man, and no amount of reminding myself that just a few days ago he had tried to throttle me dissuaded my body from the idea of flinging itself on him right at that moment.

He kidnapped you a few days ago, I told my errant erogenous zones, all on full alert and tingling with anticipation. I touched my neck where his fingers had left it bruised and tender. He could easily have killed me.

"What's wrong?" Theo asked, turning back to me.

I felt my neck all over, then got up to look in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door. The blanket slid to the floor. "Where are my bruises?"

"I have no idea. Do you normally have bruises on your neck?"

"I do when people try to strangle me. The day that you did that, and tried to kidnap us, I had bruises all over my neck, and it was tender to the touch. Now they're all gone. And for that matter…" I flexed my arm, swinging it in a wide circle. "My sore shoulder isn't the least bit sore, and the doctor at the hospital said it would probably be a few days before the pain and stiffness wore off."

He moved closer, his warm fingers gently touching my neck. It felt so much like a caress that my knees threatened to give in. "I am sorry that I hurt you, Portia. I never meant to harm you."

"I know," I said, horrified by how breathy my voice was. With him standing so close to me, my brain was losing a battle against my emotions and bodily demands. "Now, at least. I didn't know it then. But that doesn't explain why the bruises are gone."

His thumb brushed the hollow in my throat. I swallowed convulsively.

"You are a virtue. They healed."

"I thought I wasn't officially part of the immortal Court until I pass all the trials?" My breath caught in my throat as his hand slid down to my shoulder. He pulled me close to his chest, his eyes glittering blackly.

"You're not immortal yet. But you are a virtue, which means you're…enhanced."

"Enhanced can be good." My breasts tightened and sent little zings of pleasure down to my belly as they brushed against his shirt, the heat from his body warming me like the blanket couldn't.

His head dipped, his lips brushing mine. "Enhanced can be wonderful. I want you, Portia."

I leaned into him, rubbing my hips against his in a wanton fashion that was so totally alien for me that for a moment, I was shocked by my own desire. "I kind of got that idea."

"Are you…that is, do you understand what it is I want from you?" His voice, deep to begin with, roughened, the Irish lilt more pronounced. His hands were on my waist now, holding me, but not caressing. The look in his eyes was earnest, hot, filled with carnality that I knew should have shocked me to my toenails, but instead called forth a response within me.

"Are you asking if I'm OK with the thought of going to bed with you?"

His tongue flicked across my lower lip. I wrapped my arms around him and let him see my own desire.

"Yes, I'm OK with it. I know that only a few days ago I would have moved heaven and earth to get this most fabulous butt of yours into jail. I know you're virtually a stranger, and I'm not at all the type of person to jump into bed with someone I've just met, but somehow none of that really seems to matter anymore."

"No, it doesn't," he murmured, his hands moving, sliding down my silk-covered back to my behind, easing their way under the material to stroke my bare flesh. "I've wanted you since the moment you tried to run me over. You are unlike any woman I have met before. You are strong, and courageous, and you do not suffer fools. Not to mention the fact that your breasts drive me to distraction."

I sucked in an inordinate amount of air as one of his hands suddenly cupped my aching breast, gently teasing my nipple until I thought I would spontaneously combust. "You have way too many clothes on," I finally managed to say, my hands shaking with excitement as I struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

"Yes, yes I do. Feel free to remove them."

I all but ripped his shirt off, ignoring the sound of a couple of buttons as they pinged on the floor, my eyes feasting on his bare chest for a moment before he pulled me back into an embrace.

"I highly approve of your chest. It's masculine without being overly hairy," I said as his mouth descended upon mine, the last coherent words I spoke while he kissed the breath right out of my lungs. He tasted faintly of wine, and something that was wholly Theo, an elusive masculine taste that thrilled me. His hands were everywhere, touching, stroking, teasing me in so many different places that all I could think of was how much I wanted him.

"You look as if you're hot," he said a few minutes later, when we came up for air. The desire and admiration in his eyes bathed me in a glow that raised my temperature another notch.

"Sweltering," I said, panting slightly. "Teddies are notoriously hot."

His gaze slipped down to my chest. "In so many ways. But it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow you to be uncomfortable. Would you like me to remove the cause of your discomfort?"

"You may," I said, chafing a bit at the leisurely way he drew a finger along my collarbone to the thin strap of the teddy. He paused for a moment, passion flaring deep in his eyes.

"Would this be the sort of garment that closes at the crotch?"

Warmth burst out in the pit of my stomach, quickly spreading to surrounding areas. Deeply personal parts of my body were tingling in celebration. I swallowed hard again, trying to keep my voice steady. "How do you know about that sort of thing?"

He grinned. "Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean I don't live in the here and now."

"That's a little more up to date than I imagined. But as you ask, yes, it is that sort of teddy. You're going to have to undo the snaps in order to get it off."

"I am only too happy to oblige," he murmured, his hands caressing my belly for a moment before they slid lower.

I clutched his shoulders, my eyes closed as I braced myself for the touch of his fingers on my most intimate parts.

That touch never came.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit…anticipatory," I whispered, my eyes still closed. "I can't seem to help it."

Beneath my hands, his shoulders tightened. I opened my eyes to find him staring past me, his brows pulled down in a frown as he looked around the room.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, looking around as well. No one else was there.

"Don't you feel it?" He let go of me, taking a step forward, looking around us in a puzzled manner.

"I don't feel anything out of the ordinary, given the fact that I was about to jump your bones."

His back stiffened. He grabbed his shirt, pulling it on quickly. "Do you have a dressing gown?"

"Bathrobe? Yes, I do. It's on the chair behind you."

He tossed my robe to me. "Theo, is this some sort of odd English foreplay that I've never heard of?"

"Put it on. We're about to have a visitor." He stalked over to where I stood in the corner of the room, waiting for me to comply.

"All right, but this really will make me hot. It's crushed velvet and not the lightest thing in the world." He watched silently as I donned the bathrobe. Dressing gown was actually a more appropriate term—it was one of my private pleasures to have a tailor custom make the long, full-skirted robe that closely resembled a Victorian lady's dressing gown. It had a square-necked front, heavily embroidered with gold thread, which set off the crimson velvet nicely.

I had just done up the buttons in the front when Theo spun around and looked to the opposite corner of the room. To my astonishment, the wall next to the bed rippled, then tore, a horrible rending sound filling the air. A short, dark man stepped out and snarled something I didn't understand. The lightbulb in the bedside lamp exploded, followed by tiny tinkling sounds as the glass rained down onto the floor.