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“You won’t need to thank anyone. They’re just showing their gratitude for what you’ve done for me. But if you feel the need, a few words to Lydia would do it. Right now, I’m going to pour the champagne and bring you a glass. You can climb right in if you want and please, take your time.”
The funny thing was, she could feel his alpha hunger for her like a sensual crawl over her skin. Yet he had enough restraint, despite his ever-present drive, to give her the space she needed.
When he left, she stripped out of her clothes, folding them into a neat pile. She stowed them out of sight near the hamper. Using a couple of large hair clips, also laid out for her, she drew her hair up and pinned it on top of her head.
She stepped into the steaming water then lowered herself in. The sound that came out of her throat was more a wolfish growl than the sigh she’d intended.
Her body grew light, her arms and legs floating easily, her head resting on a bath pillow. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. The aromatic oils in the water soon had a restorative effect and her energy began to rise once more.
She heard the pop of the champagne cork, and a minute later Fergus returned carrying two glasses. Opening her eyes, she saw that he was also naked, which made her smile. Not surprising, her thoughts became much more focused on him, and the difficulties of the night faded away.
The present moment felt like a gift to her in every possible way. Fergus had survived another horrendous attack, this time through a deadly witch powder, and now he was here.
She extended both her hands. “Let me hold them, then please join me.”
His smile broadened. “Was hoping you’d say that.” He handed her the glasses, and she scooted forward so he could climb in behind her. The tub, thank God, was big enough that he easily stretched out his long muscled legs on either side of her. The water swirled as he slid an arm around her waist, drawing her against him.
She groaned for the pleasure of it, for the feel of his body, the water and the soundproof room. She felt some serious future howls forming in her throat. She handed him a champagne flute. When he took it, she leaned back and rested her head against his shoulder.
He brought his glass forward and tapped hers. “For everything, Mary.”
He sipped, and she felt and heard him release a growling sigh. She took a drink as well. She couldn’t believe she was here, lying in a tub full of bubbles, smelling a scented bath oil that reminded her of the ocean, and feeling Fergus’s muscular body all around her.
“You’re back where you belong, Fergus. You must be so relieved.”
“I am.” His rough wolf voice pleased her so much.
She continued sipping for a few minutes and when she was done, she set her champagne glass on the floor. She heard an answering clink of Fergus’s flute on the opposite side of the tub which caused a shiver of anticipation to flow head to toe.
She felt his lips next as he kissed the back of her neck. Every sense she possessed became focused on each intimate pressure against her skin. The feel of his growing arousal forced her to draw air into suddenly achy lungs.
She couldn’t believe she was here with Fergus, in a bathtub, naked and ready to join with him again, to be connected to him as she had been in the dreamglide for the past few weeks. The memories surged and she howled softly. Their weeks of dream-world lovemaking had primed her for an intimate relationship.
She used her hands once more to map the curves of his muscular arms, which were beautiful and perfect.
Slowly, she turned over and floated above him in the water. She kissed his chin and his nose. “You look incredibly relaxed.”
“I am,” he said.
He poised a hand above the clips in her hair. “Do you mind if I take these out?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
He removed them, allowing her hair to fall to her shoulders and into the water.
He held her around the waist and drew her against his chest. He was just tall enough that his feet held him in place. His muscles might have been fairly dense as well since he didn’t seem to be floating like she was.
She felt the full length of his erection against her abdomen. He kissed her, his tongue taking possession of her mouth. She felt the kiss all the way to her toes.
Before she realized she’d done it, and without meditating even a little, she’d summoned her dreamglide and pulled him inside. He laughed as he looked around since they were in the bathtub in both places. Whatever this was between herself and Fergus, her powers had been growing from the time she’d rescued him from the Graveyard. Now she could easily be with him in two places at once.
And she wasn’t unconscious in real-time at all. He wasn’t, either. Instead, like the last time they’d made love, she was fully in both places at once, which enhanced every move, every kiss, every touch exponentially. She drew back just a little, arched her neck and howled. His arms tightened around her waist and his hips rocked. He growled against her throat.
The possessive, erotic sound sent shivers down her chest and over her nipples. She wanted him to bite her.
Hard.
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