Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
The soap slid over Davina’s body, leaving a trail of suds that fascinated.
Everything about my professor intrigued.
From the way she never stopped questioning to her bravery in the face of terrible odds to the way she treated me like a man, not a monster or a thing of curiosity.
Desired me. A good thing, since I was enthralled by her.
My relief at her safety led me to worshipping every inch of her body with my hands.
Tongue. Body. I reveled in the silky feel of her skin.
The way she panted and uttered sweet, soft sounds of pleasure.
When she reached that pinnacle of pleasure and crested, bringing me along with her, I experienced a satisfaction like none other.
It only occurred to me as our bodies cooled that the difference in how I felt was because I made love to Davina.
Probably the first time I could say that about the sexual act.
I cared for her, hence why almost losing her just about destroyed me.
This tiny human, whom I’d known for mere days, had somehow managed to become the most important thing in the world.
I’d give up everything for her. Because I loved her.
Truly loved her, an emotion more powerful even than the fake affection Tiamat forced me to feel.
It led to me not only wanting to be intimate with her in the flesh, but also wanting her as part of my life, hence why, when we woke the next day, I said, “Would you like a companion as you seek out the treasures for your novel?”
She laughed. “I don’t know if I should go looking for more. While I did find the Jacobite Gold, the path there ended up being much more dangerous than expected.”
“I’d be there to protect you.”
She cupped my cheek with her hand. “What of your renovation of Kinloch Castle?”
“I could always hire someone.”
“Or you could continue to do it yourself while I figure out something else to write about.”
“I thought this book was your dream?”
“It still is, but I can’t exactly detail where and how I found the gold, not to mention, I am fairly sure I also saw the missing Rodin sculpture in Nessie’s hoard.
I doubt anyone would believe me if I said the treasures were in a palace under Loch Ness, nor would I want to draw more attention to Nessie by telling the truth. ”
“What will you write about instead?”
“I’m thinking I should perhaps shift to fiction. Perhaps a romantic tale about a woman who visits an abandoned castle and is attacked by a Red Cap, only to be saved by a dashing lord.”
“I’m no lord,” I scoffed.
“Shh. Don’t ruin the fantasy,” she chided with a smile. “If it helps, in the book, my dashing hero won’t be a scowling, grumbly loner.”
“Am I truly so miserable?” A dumb thing to ask because I had been a wretched sod when we met.
“Not with me, you aren’t.” She dragged me down for a kiss. “And I do believe that’s the reason why I’m falling in love with you.”
Words that cemented the fact I would never ever let her go.