“Well, he turned his life in this last century to preserving the wolves in the wild. He is a renowned scientist and his foundation is flourishing. I’m not surprised that you would be drawn to his lifelike stuffed animals. Each one is a work of art.”
Gabriel bared his white teeth at her. “I have good instincts.” There was a wealth of innuendo in his voice.
Francesca laughed softly and wrote out a quick inventory of their purchases and a note asking her friend to send the items to her address the following evening. She did a quick automatic check of the store before setting the alarm. “I like being with you, Gabriel. Come on.”
Gabriel tightened his fingers around Francesca’s, making certain there was only acceptance of what had transpired between them in her mind. She had wanted time to adjust to the idea of a lifemate but the chemistry between them seemed to sizzle with the slightest contact. He had intended a slow courtship, to win her gently, not leap on her body every time he looked at her. Her strides were not nearly as long as his, so he consciously shortened the length of each step. It amazed him how right it felt just to walk through the night with her. “If I never have another chance to do this with you again, Francesca, thank you for this walk.” It came out before he could censor the words. He glanced down at her bent head. “I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. But I have never done this. Just walking in the night, no hurry, no plan, just drifting along. And I certainly never had the opportunity to have a beautiful woman at my side. It may seem a simple pleasure to you, but it is unique for me.”
She glanced up at him, so that he had a quick glimpse of the sweep of her long lashes and then the perfection of her profile. “I’m certain you had plenty of opportunities, Gabriel.” He was extraordinarily good-looking in his dark, masculine way, and she knew he would attract women easily. “You can’t make me believe you went centuries without…” She trailed off when he stopped abruptly. He was so good at pleasing her, so good at knowing exactly what she needed.
Gabriel caught her chin in his hand, forcing her head up to look at him. “I am a hunter, Francesca, a Carpathian hunter. I did not feel passion as you think I did. There was no desire for a woman. I wanted there to be desire and I merged at times to see what the feeling was like for those humans I occasionally met. But I never wanted anyone until I awoke from the dead and heard your voice.” A faint smile touched his mouth briefly, then was gone. “The feelings you produce in me are far different from the ones created by humans. Much more intense and urgent.” He dropped his hand away from her. “My words put pressure on you that you do not need at this time and I do not want it to be so. I really wanted to respect the distance you wish to put between us. I had every intention of waiting until you were more at ease with our relationship.”
She laughed softly. “You can hardly take the blame for our lovemaking, Gabriel. That was entirely my doing.”
A small smile flitted across his face. “I do not know if I can honestly say that is so, but I think you have had enough adventure for several risings.”
“You must learn to say days or nights,” she corrected gently. “This is the age of computers. It is dangerous how quickly information can be exchanged. You have been away a long time. I know you assimilate information at a rapid rate but technology is making things much more difficult to hide our presence from the world. You are used to a world where the human threat is nearly nonexistent, but that has changed with the age of computers.” His hand brushed hers and without thinking she entwined her fingers with his as they began to stroll along the sidewalk.
“I must admit I have never considered humans a threat; they are easily managed.”