"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 08 - Blue Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

He crawled towards me over the bed, moving in a rolling glide like he had
muscles in places he wasn't supposed to have them. "Am I so unappealing, ma
petite? Or is your concern for Richard so overwhelming?"
"You know exactly how appealing you are to me. And yes, I am worried about
Richard."
He slid off the bed, following at my heels. He glided in a sort of graceful
slow motion while I hurried to and fro, but he paced me, matching each of my
quick steps with his easy ones. It was like being chased by a very slow
predator, one that had all the time in the world but knew in the end it would
catch you.
The second time I almost ran into him, I finally said, "What is your
problem? Quit following me around. You're making me nervous." Truth was, his
body being so close made my skin jump.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed, "I don't want you to go."
That stopped me in my tracks. I turned and stared at him. "Why, for
heaven's sake?"
"For centuries I have dreamed of having enough power to be safe. Enough
power to hold my lands and finally, at long last, have some sense of peace.
Now I fear the very man who could make my ambitions come true."
"What are you talking about?" I came to stand in front of him, arms full of
shirts and hangers.
"Richard; I fear Richard." There was a look in his eyes that I'd seldom
seen. He was unsure of himself. It was a very normal, human expression. It
looked totally at odds with the elegant man in his peekaboo shirt.
"Why would you be afraid of Richard?" I asked.
"If you love Richard more than you love me, I fear you will leave me for
him."
"If you haven't noticed, Richard hates me right now. He talks more to you
than to me."
 "He does not hate you, ma petite. He hates that you are with me. There is a
great difference between the two hatreds." Jean-Claude stared up at me almost
mournfully.
I sighed. "Are you jealous of Richard?"
He looked down at the toes of his expensive boots. "I would be a fool if I
were not."
I transferred the blouses to one arm and touched his face. I turned his
face up to mine. "I'm sleeping with you, not Richard, remember?"
"Yet, here I am, ma petite. I am dressed for your dreams and you do not
even offer me a kiss."
His reaction surprised me. Just when I thought I knew him. "Are you hurt
that I didn't give you a hello kiss?"
"Perhaps," he said very softly.
I shook my head and tossed the blouses in the general direction of the
suitcase. I bumped his knees with my legs until he opened his legs and let me
stand, pressing my body the length of his. I put my hands on his shoulders.
The sheer red cloth was rougher textured than it looked, not soft. "How can
anyone as gorgeous as you are be insecure?"
He wrapped his arms around my waist, snuggling me against him. He squeezed
his legs against me. The leather of the boots was softer than it looked, more
supple. With his arms around me and his legs squeezing against me, I was