Chapter 14 #3
“Still. It’s better to call because she’ll make our lives hell if we don’t call to say everything’s okay, and when I say make our lives hell, you know exactly what I mean. I wouldn’t put it past her to show up at the door any minute wanting to kill us.”
He made a pained face. “Knock on wood! I love her, but at certain times I have doubts about whether that pest is really my blood sister or adopted.”
I laughed at his grumbling as I walked into the living room. “Pray she doesn’t feel jealous, because then you really will have serious doubts.”
“Why do you say that?” He came after me.
“Because she’s you in a skirt.” I picked up my purse, which I’d left on the sofa, and put the card inside.
“What does that mean?”
“That she’s possessive and controlling.” He shrugged, making a disdainful face, and picked up his phone. “Only worse than you. She developed some kind of acute possession over the baby. Deborah can tell you that,” I commented, laughing at the last part.
“Do I want to know this story?”
“Maybe.”
I left Heithor on the phone. I grabbed a small bottle of water from the kitchen and returned.
From the faces Thor was making, I imagined Pietra was giving him a murderous lecture for disappearing, especially after the scene that happened before we fled the mansion, and I couldn’t help having fun with it.
I drank practically the whole bottle of water.
I was desperately thirsty and a little overheated.
The weather in LA was warm, but that night in particular seemed hotter than usual.
Not even the air-conditioning was keeping up, or it was broken. Which seemed impossible to me.
I moved to the suite and then to the bathroom.
A shower sounded like heaven.
I stepped under the strong spray, wetting my hair too.
The cold water hit my hot skin, and I sighed in relief at the freshness as I closed my eyes to better appreciate the good sensation.
At some point, I felt the hair at the nape of my neck rise, and a shiver traveled down my spine.
A tingling sensation filled my belly. It was as if I were being watched.
I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, my heart dropping when I saw Thor’s half-naked image watching me with adoration.
I swallowed hard, absorbed by the water hitting the back of my head while I registered his body being freed from his pants and underwear, and then moving toward me, stepping into the shower stall. His eyes never left me.
His deep baritone voice made me shudder.
“I thought you might like some company.”
I was hypnotized, dumb and speechless, before his naked beauty.
Thor had a masculine, sensual, hot beauty that was also delicate, though he exuded an uncommon savagery and sovereignty. A perfect combination to drive any woman with hot blood running through her veins insane.
“I thought you might like some help,” he continued.
Thor gave me a sensual smile. Desire swept through me, fast and strong. I was wet between my thighs, and not just from the water.
“I would love that,” I whispered, entranced, cleared my throat, and spoke again, trying to break my enchantment. “Pietra must have talked your ear off, huh?”
“Too much.”
My breathing became difficult when he moved behind me, maneuvering my body with skill and delicacy out of the spray. The scent of shampoo floated in the air when Thor began lathering my hair from the roots to the ends.
“I love your hair,” he said as he massaged my scalp, making my eyes lazy and my body very relaxed.
“And I love your touch. A lot of practice?”
“I’ve never bathed a woman before.”
“I find that hard to believe. Your touch is perfect.”
“It’s part of my talents, baby.” His whisper blew flatteringly in my ear. “Bathing my woman is one of them… Only her.”
I released a heavy breath while he continued the massage.
Thor placed me under the spray and rinsed my hair, and then it was the conditioner’s turn.
I didn’t have to say anything. He did all the work correctly, leaving me doubtful of his claim that he had never bathed a woman before, but I didn’t let that doubt linger and took advantage of what he was offering me.
“Turn around.”
Facing him, I spread my hands over his chest, feeling the natural heat of his skin, and moved up to his hair.
I pulled his face close to mine, his warm breath on my lips, before he fused his mouth to mine in a delicious kiss.
There was no hesitation. No holding back for either of us.
My tongue slid between his lips, and he answered me with a stroke of his tongue.
I tasted him as if I were chemically dependent on it…
It was wonderful… It made my head spin and the heat in my body rise, as if pure alcohol were flowing through me.
The kiss matched my need for him, which grew more urgent with every second. Thor bit my lower lip lightly, and I sighed.
I was his. Undeniably his.
Thor broke the kiss, and I moaned in frustration.
His expression was intense, his eyes blazing, while his posture and gestures remained calm and controlled, driving me crazy.
“I’m going to wash you now.”