Chapter 6 #2
She could still see him out of the corner of her eyes, but when he leaned forward, his lips brushing hotly over her ear, it sent a shiver though her body to tremble a pulse through her abused sex.
“Although I think I may want to change my favorite snack.” He nipped her earlobe and she trembled, his actions stirring up nonsensical desires.
“I’ve recently found that I prefer my desserts covered in honey. ”
He licked his way slowly up her neck and she thought the man would drive her crazy, so she blurted out what he wanted to hear in the hopes that he’d stop torturing her worn out body.
“He’s a night time security guard for some company called Requiem.
And I work at a bank called Leverage Trust, off Eastmore and Johnson. ”
She could feel him grinning into the curve of her shoulder, setting discomforting spasms in her already swollen shut vagina. “And?”
“And I like chocolate mocha coffee with two pumps of caramel, whipped cream and chocolate chips on top. . .” Her voice almost sounded pleading in her own ears. . . For some reason it excited her.
He nuzzled her neck and took a deep breath before nipping the curve and sending shuddering shivers to race through her body. His voice deep with arousal when he prompted, a hint of threatening temptation hiding there as he traced a hand down her spine and pulled her close, “And?”
“And Banana bread or a blueberry muffin. I swear~”
“Wonderful. I’ll be there around one, so let’s get you cleaned up.
” As abruptly as he’d started seducing her, he stopped.
“We need to get you to your brother before he gets off and comes looking for you.” Shifting away from her, he grabbed the hand towel he’d left on her leg, splashed it with some of that chamomile-lavender stuff and turned his attention to her ailing shoulder.
“This is going to need a bandage. I’ll change it when I come to see you later today. ”
She hissed at him and hit him in the arm when he touched her shoulder with the wet cloth. The touch sent pain spearing through her.
“Sorry,” he said, his hands gentler when he started patting her hurting shoulder again.
“Sorry, but I need to clean it. I bit your shoulder at some point while I was inside you. . . I’m sorry about that by the way.
. .” When he felt he had the apparent bite wound and the area around it cleaned well enough, he applied some of the ointment.
“I’m usually pretty well behaved when I do this kind of thing, but I think your magick might have been a bit too much for me to handle. ”
Then he folded the hand towel, splashed it with the fancy soothing fluid, and wiped down her back in long sweeping movements. “I didn’t even notice. . .”
“Well, it’s not like we could make much sense out of what was happening.
. .” he muttered, moving to clean her arm.
“At least, I couldn’t,” he amended. Breathing a laugh, he smiled and cast a glance at her, making her heart and sex flutter.
“Honestly, I couldn’t tell up from down at the end there.
. . much less the difference between what was you and what was me.
. .” He was quiet a moment as he watched what he was doing.
Coaxing her arm up and running the cloth down her side.
His hand was large, wrapping around her side as he wiped the sweat from her body, leaving a pleasant tingling that echoed in her core.
“It was. . .” He breathed a soft laugh, his smile growing as he switched to her other arm.
Starting at the top of her neck and running the cloth slowly down the curve over her shoulder to her elbow, then down over her hand and between her fingers.
“I guess I don’t have a good word for it right now.
. . but mind blowing and awe inspiring are certainly up there. ”
Janice took a deep stuttering breath, closing her eyes as he ran the cloth back up the underside of her arm, lifting it so he could run it over her underarm and down her side.
Her skin felt alive to the caressing stokes of the fabric.
If she wasn’t so sure he was just trying to clean her up from their secret rendezvous, she’d have thought he were trying to seduce her again. But she was certain.
He wet the cloth again and turned his attention to running it down the front of her neck and over the top of her chest, before paying extra attention to her breasts.
Janice sighed delightfully as her head dropped back on a soft sigh.
She heard him breath a laugh before a gentle hand on her stomach eased her onto her back.
“Don’t go doing that again.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Not only do we not have time, but you’re in no shape to be flirting like that.”
Janice blushed at the statement. She knew he was right, but damn if the man didn’t excite her to the point of near insanity. “I’m not doing anything,” she muttered quietly.
He leaned over her, pressing his nose into the soft scent of chamomile and lavender he’d spread over the curve of her neck and took a deep inhale of it.
His voice was a rumbling growl as he allowed some of his weight to press tantalizingly into her.
“Oh, dear woman. . . You do more than you understand. . .” He took another deep dragging breath and she felt her sex tremble with an embarrassed desire.
She knew she really hadn’t done anything, but he made it sound like her just lying there naked at his gentle request was something innately seductive or alluring.
She hadn’t a clue what was going on in his head.
She tried to keep the trembling of the lazy lust that tormented her from her voice.
“You wanted me to lay down. I think you might be a bit delusional after our little nap. . .”
He chuckled, sitting up and wiping her stomach with the still moist cloth. “Perhaps. But that doesn’t change the fact that you drive me wild.” He glanced at the clock before cutting his eyes back to her and she almost swore she saw them flash a little bit in the slight red glow.
She passed it off for a misunderstanding and watched with wrapped attention as he picked up the bottle of solution and splashed it on the cloth.
He lifted one of her legs and began to wipe down the inside, paying particular attention to her feet between her toes.
She couldn’t help the soft moan that sighed from her as she shifted slightly at the way her body tingled in several sensitive areas.
Then he wiped up the front. Her battered sex trembled again at his proximity, practically begging to be touched, but he ignored it and focused on what he was doing.
It was on the back outside of her hip that pain shot through her body and she hissed, jerking away only to shy away from putting weight on her other side when it smarted at her as well.
He frowned. “I’m going to roll you over.” Before she could ask what he meant, he physically rolled her onto her stomach. Almost as though she weighed nothing at all to him.
She blinked several times before understanding what had happened enough to ask. “Dude, what the hell?”