Eye of the Beholder (9 page)

He grinned and nodded.

“Really.” She stared at him skeptically, her arms crossing over her chest.

He pulled away from the wall, leaning over her chair until his lips were mere inches from hers. “I didn’t say
what
I was watching, did I?”

“Trav—”

He didn’t give her a chance to finish whatever it was she’d been about to say. He’d waited far too long for this moment. He took her lips, his hand going to the back of her head and tangling in her wild curls. He stroked her nape gently, loving the feel of her silky hair sliding through his fingers. He licked at those strawberry-tinted lips, silently begging her to let him in.

After a brief hesitation her lips parted and she began to kiss him back with a shy uncertainty that tugged at him. The urge to plunder her mouth, to taste her sweetness until she was moaning beneath him, nearly overtook him.

He controlled his first impulse and kept the kiss soft for her. He wanted it to be everything she deserved in a first kiss between them. The ravening conqueror he was would just have to wait until she was ready for him.

Before too long he was lost in her taste. He could stand there and kiss her for hours and hours, never losing complete touch with those incredibly sweet lips of hers. She was trembling under his palm, her hands inching their way up his arms to his shoulders, her fingers clenching the soft fabric of his shirt. She tried to deepen the kiss and he let her, reveling in the feel of her tongue stroking his. The cast on her wrist reminded him that now wasn’t the time to take this too far. She was too injured to take this much further, but he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. His dick was a throbbing pain behind his jeans, made even worse when one of her hands left his shoulder to cup him.

He wanted to thrust into her palm, take what she was offering him, but he couldn’t. Inside he growled, wanting to paint the walls red with the blood of the man who’d taken his woman and injured her to the point where Travis couldn’t even take such a simple pleasure without risking her.

He pulled his hand from her hair and clasped her wrist, pulling it away from his body, trying to hide his reaction. “No, sweetheart, not yet.”

She mewled, pouting up at him. Her expressive face was filled with dazed desire, and he found he couldn’t stop himself. He took her mouth again, this time allowing himself to plunder her sweetness.

After all, this was their second kiss.

The door to the office slammed open. “Norns!” Jeff yelled.

Travis stood, his powers seeping out at the threat. He positioned himself between Jamie and the door. “Where?”

“Gah! My eyes!” Jeff slapped his hand over his eyes, protecting them from Travis’s glow. “God damn it, Travis.”

Travis sheepishly harnessed his powers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d lost control like that. “Sorry.”

“Knock next time.” He turned to find Jamie scowling at her twin, her face flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses.

Jeff put his hands on his hips and glared right back at her. “Y’know, I’ve been here four days and already I’m fed up with Casa de Luuuv. You have a bedroom;
use it
.”

Jamie turned as red as her hair. “Dickhead.”

“As I was saying. Since everyone else’s brains seem to have taken up permanent residence in their crotches, I’ve been doing the thinking.”

“Oh, that’s where that burning rubber smell came from.”

Jeff just stared at Jamie until she sniffed and turned away. “If anyone will know the truth of the prophecy, won’t it be the Norns?”

Travis blinked. “Fuck. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Jeff pointed. “Brain. Crotch.” He threw up his hands in a
see?
gesture.

Travis growled.

Jamie rolled her eyes. She so did not need the two of them turning into cavemen right now. “What the hell are Norns?”

“Like the three Fates of Greek mythology, the Norns who sit at the base of Yggdrasil are said to hold sway over the fates of men. Verdandi, Skuld and Urd might be able to tell us what is about to happen, but they’ve been known to exact a terrible price for their knowledge.” Travis stroked his beard while he thought. “Let me talk to the others, see who’s willing to take on the trip.”

“Why not you?”

He looked down at Jamie and smiled. “I have more important things to take on.”

“On that note, I cordially invite you to leave my bedroom and go to your own.” Jeff opened the door and bowed. “Feel free to leave Vincente on the screen while you’re at it.”

Jamie leaned forward and hugged the screen, wincing a little as she did so. “Mine!”

“Nope.” Travis scooped her out of the chair, ignoring her outraged squawk. He carried her out the door, winking at Jeff as he did so. “Mine.”

Jamie stared up at the bearded face above her. “Travis,
what the hell is going on?”
She could hear her voice rising on each word and knew she was this close to shrieking.

He smiled that lopsided smile of his. “What do you mean?”

The smug male look on his face had her growling. “You know exactly what I mean. Calling me sweetheart. Checking up on me when I went into the office. Sucky-face. The caveman routine. But most especially the sucky-face.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that.”

He placed her on the bed, settling her against the pillows. Then he began tugging on her T-shirt. “Well, that was me staking my claim.”

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and hung on for dear life. If she’d had both hands she might even have managed to stop him. As it was the shirt was soon on the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined to keep her bra and her dignity. “How romantic. Where were you planning on planting your flag?”

The hot look he shot her had her gulping. “Where do you think I should plant it?”

She crossed her legs, smiling when he laughed. She placed her hand against his chest when he began tugging on her pants. He stopped instantly when she winced. “Travis?”

“Hmm?” He pulled her other hand away from her chest, pouting when she covered herself again with her free hand.

“Before we get to the naked, don’t you think we should talk?”

He stared at her blankly, his pupils dilating. She could actually see the white mist creeping across the blue.

She smacked him in the side of the head with one of those weird oblong pillows people liked to put on their bed for decoration but never actually used other than to bop other people upside the head.

The white receded. Unfortunately—
fortunately
her traitorous body whispered—that left him free to unsnap the front clasp of her bra.
“Travis.”

“Talk is overrated.” He gave her his best innocent look, snickering when she rolled her eyes. “Okay. I was only planning on getting you into your nightgown. Trust me, you’re not up for what I have in mind.”

“Suuure you were.”

He reached beneath her pillow and pulled out a blue silky nightgown. She didn’t recognize it. “For you.”

She took the nightgown, stunned that he would get her such a gift. Then she saw the tag.

“
Vera Wang?
”

“You like it?”

She looked up into his hopeful face. “It’s sheer.”

“I know.”

She thumped him on the thigh. “
Travis.
”

“Fine.” He got her plain cotton nightgown out of her dresser drawer. “Here.”

He sounded so put-upon she nearly giggled. She’d done entirely too much of that recently. It made her sound like a chipmunk on speed. “Turn around.”

“Do I have to?”

She stifled the urge to shake her head.
The Norse God of Justice is pouting in my bedroom.
“It’s either that or you can leave.”

He pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. “You drive a hard bargain.” He turned his back on her, his hand on his hip.

“No peeking.”

His shoulders shook.

She got out of her clothes as quickly as she could with a broken wrist and a bum leg. She threw on the nightgown, grumbling when she got tangled up in it. Her head popped out of the top to find Travis, his back still turned toward her, but his head turned toward…

“That’s cheating.”

“I did not once turn around to look at you.”

“You didn’t tell me you could see me in the mirror.”

“You told me not to peek. You said nothing about watching what I could already see.” He pulled his shirt over his head, the smooth muscles of his back rippling beneath her fascinated gaze. He turned around, giving her a view of mouth-watering chest, and undid his jeans, sliding them to the floor, exposing his blue silk boxers. He picked up his clothes and carried them to the chair in the corner, throwing them over the arm before turning back to the bed. “Comfortable?”

With wet panties? Not really. She crawled under the covers, his near-nudity almost distracting her from the pain of her movements.

He went to the other side of the bed, settling in next to her.

“What are you doing?”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Going to bed.”

She had the feeling that if she tried to kick him out she’d have an argument on her hands. And, really, did she
want
to kick him out? She eyed his powerful shoulders.
Could
she kick him out? The man was
a god
. Was he into the whole divine retribution thing? She said nothing as he pulled the covers up, but she could feel him watching her. He propped the pillows behind his head, sitting up partially. “Okay. Talk.”

Now that he was staring at her, ready to answer her questions, she had no idea where to start.

He smiled. “Yes, I’m really Tyr. Over a millennium ago, Odin declared war on the Vanir. I thought at the time that what he was after were the skills of the Dökk Alfar, but what he was really after was Idunn and her apples. If I’d known then what I know now, Odin and his Aesir would never have laid a single hand on them. I would have burned them to the ground myself.”

“What do the apples do? I mean, why are they so important to him?” She rolled over, resting her head on her arm, watching him.

“The apples make even the gods susceptible to suggestion. Combined with Odin’s own ability to confuse the mind, they made him nearly irresistible. He used them to control the remaining Vanir, the Lios and Dökk Alfar and the Aesir. He had us all convinced that Idunn’s apples were necessary to our immortality. I knew better, deep down, but I couldn’t break the hold Grimm had on me. None of us could.”

“Not until that huge fight the two of you had.”

He nodded. “No way was I selling Guardian Investigations to him.” He frowned, then shook his head. “I’m not even sure why I was resistant to him, but I avoided him after that, even going so far as to ignore his calls. If I hadn’t, odds are good that when I saw Logan and Kir again, I would have tried to kill them both.”

She bit her lip, thinking about everything she’d learned. “Why did you kiss me?”

He leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers. She had the urge to cup his cheek and rub her palm over his whiskers. “If it hadn’t been for my fight with Grimm I would have come after you a lot sooner.”

He was so close she could see the specks of gold in his blue eyes. “Travis, what the hell are you talking about?” She frowned, confused. “Or should I call you Tyr?”

“Travis. At least for now.”

“Oh. Planning on a name change soon?”

“At some point Travis Yardley-Rudiger will die, and I’ll become someone else.”

“You’ll come up with a different name, right? Oh! How about Timothy, um, Inigo Walter, uh,” she counted off on her fingers, trying to remember all the letters “Anson Zebediah?” She grinned up at him.

A slow grin took over Travis’s face. “That’s worse than what I’ve got now.”

“Really, brain surgeon? Who came up with it?”

He crossed his eyes and raspberried her. She laughed. It was weird, but he was still Travis, even after everything he’d told her and shown her. Knowing that he was pretty much the same man she’d always known helped relax some of the tension that had been tightening her shoulders and back.

Even so, it wasn’t her fault if the laughter had a slightly hysterical edge to it, was it?

“Now what are you doing?” She watched in fascination as he reached under the sheet and pulled off his boxers. He managed to do it without flashing her too, something she wasn’t sure she was all that happy about.

“Getting ready to go to sleep.”

She stared at him. “I thought that was what you were doing when you took your clothes off and made yourself comfortable in my bed.”

“I sleep naked.”

Ho, Daddy.
“Not in my bed.” She knew it was panic speaking, but still.

“You’d be more comfortable naked too, you know.”

Her inner slut was nodding,
yes yes yes!
But common sense was shouting,
hell, no!
“I’d be more comfortable with your clothes back on.”

He settled down, lying next to her with a smirk. “I promise to peek if you promise to peek.”

“Shouldn’t that be not peek?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Travis.” She glared at him, wanting him to be serious for just a moment.

He snickered. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You need your rest.” He settled in, pulling the sheet up to mid-chest before reaching for her. She allowed him to pull her close into his body, too stunned to protest. Her fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to send them walkabout on the incredible landscape hidden by one thin piece of cotton. He settled her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her, his hand resting on the curve of her ass. Without thinking she curled her leg, covering his thigh. She shivered at the warmth of his bare skin.

“Comfy?”

His voice sounded strangled. She frowned, adjusting her leg slightly when it pained her. He groaned and tightened his hand on her ass. She looked up into his face.

The heat in his gaze threatened to burn her. He propped himself up, rolling her over in the process, and proceeded to take her mouth in a kiss so fierce their teeth clashed.

She moaned when his hand stroked her side, taking her breast, weighing it in his palm before his thumb stroked over the aching tip. She arched up against him only to pull away, gasping. Pain wracked her body and she gritted her teeth. Every muscle in her abused back had begun to spasm all at once and the agony was blinding.