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He nodded, watching me from underneath hooded eyes.
My fingers started wandering on their own over hard muscles, sharp ridges, and corded sinews. It was less about washing dirt away and more about exploring his body, and the sensations that came with it. He was tall, well over six feet, and muscled, but not massive, like Bruce or Commander Allen. Gracefulness and elegance radiated from his body. Instead, strength glowed from within his stare. Narrow hips gave way to powerful thighs, and a happy trail of soft dark curls disappeared under the waistband of his suit. Then there was the bulge inside said suit, which I promptly ignored. Or tried to.
My mouth grew dry as I watched him, water running down both of us. I’d seen him naked only once, a quick glance. It’d also been dark. I hadn’t had the opportunity to appreciate his strong constitution. But here with the bright lights on and the water plastering the hallowed silk to his body, I didn’t have to use my imagination to understand that he was indeed huge. Not that I had anything to compare him with. My experience with male anatomy was limited to pictures, dirty novels, and Gladys’s wicked accounts of her own performances. But I could tell that…
He hooked a finger under my chin and lifted it, so that I was forced to peel my gaze off his growing shaft. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something witty about me staring at him, but instead he kissed me, his fingers tangling with my wet hair. My long tendrils had come loose and were now cascading to my waist, curling at the tips.
The kiss was gentle, but every inch of my skin ignited with need since my lust had been brewing all night. Something hot and powerful coiled in my belly, and that was before he pressed me against him and thrust his deft tongue inside my mouth. The conquest began.
He held my face in his big hands, biting, kissing, and grazing my lips. Delicious tremors travelled along my spine, and incoherent noises escaped me. His tongue caressed mine while taking possession of my mouth with ruthless determination and domineering strokes. I gasped when the hard length of his erection pressed against my belly. He took advantage of my moment of surprise to run a hand along my body with reverent caresses.
His fingertips followed the curve of my waist, my bottom, and then went up to caress a breast, while his tongue was drawing every ounce of pleasure from me. If I hadn’t experienced firsthand how possessive he could be, that kiss would have proved it. It was a savage claim and a warning all in one. He was telling me how hard it was for him to watch me with someone else; how much he wanted for the world to know that I was his.
The ferocity of his kiss slowed, leaving behind bruised lips and a deep sense of dissatisfaction that surely was going to kill me.
Breathing in hard pants, he broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine. “Hell,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
I sagged against him, feeling as if a tornado had sucked me in and spat me out after a good shake. “Hell.”
A mist lingered when he turned off the water, heavy with our desire.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked, pain echoing in his voice, both physical and emotional. “I’m sore and in pain. Someone blew up the mill, and I should be with Allen. But a kiss from you makes me forget who I am. And my duty. I’ve never felt like this.” His long eyelashes were thickened and spiked by the water. “It’s scary,” he whispered, shooting me a glance that was half accusatory, half desperate. “I can’t control my emotions when you’re close, and even when we aren’t together, my mind drifts back to you. My panther is restless, nervous, unless we’re together. This need…” He licked the water on his lips, sending a shot of lust to my core. “It never ends.”
Admitting that he was afraid must have cost him everything. I ran my hand over his biceps. “I can’t say that I’m scared of us. But I’m scared of losing you, especially after last night.” Unbidden tears warmed my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, mingling with the hot water. Awful choking noises came out of my mouth as I sobbed.
Roy hugged me, whispering that he was there for me. But the more he whispered nice, kind words, the more I cried, balling my fists over his chest. I blamed the darn Eros shot for my mood changes, and the fright of seeing him pale and covered in blood on that bed. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head, once again taking care of me when I should be the one to do that for him.
When a loud knock came from the door, I jolted and Roy held me more tightly.
“Mr Turner?” It was Dr Stone. “I’m sorry to trouble you, but I’d like to visit you, if possible.”
“Hell.” Roy leaned his head against the tiles. “I’m coming out,” he said louder towards the door. He kissed my lips quickly and rubbed his thumb over my cheek before touching my tiger pendant. “Let’s go, before the good doctor barges in.”
