Page 103 of Toxic Salvation
I frown. “Hardly. I’m just the tagalong for the time being. Your plus-one.”
“Get used to this, Vesper. This is going to be your world.” He walks right up to me, slipping between my legs, his fingers snaking up my towel toward my thighs. “I know life with me won’t always be easy. Or peaceful. But the least I can do is make sure it’s as memorable as possible between those moments of… unpredictability.”
I cup his face with my palm. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Kovan. But I don’t need all this. All I need is you and Luka and this baby.” I glance at the Swiss chocolates beside us. “And okay, fine, maybe the chocolates. How can I say no to those?”
Kovan is chuckling when the two masseurs walk in.
Before I’d met Kovan, both men would have had my pulse racing. They’re tall, lean, with those classic Scandinavian good looks that belong on the covers of fashion magazines the world over.
Of course, I do have Kovan to compare them to, too. And even their pretty boy good looks pale in comparison to Kovan’s dark and brooding handsomeness.
Still, Kovan doesn’t look too happy as the taller and paler of the two masseurs approaches me with a polite smile.
“You can disrobe, ma’am,” he says in crisp English. “And we can begin.”
“No.”
I turn around. Kovan’s eyes are fixed on my masseur, having ignored his completely. “Thanks, boys, but I think I’ll take it from here.”
The two men look completely confused, but clearly, they’ve been trained not to question a high-profile guest when a request is made. Both of them bow out of the room without another word.
“Kovan!” I say. “Who’s going to massage us now?”
“I will,” he says simply, hooking his finger into the towel tied around my chest and yanking it off with one flick of his wrist.
I’m nearly naked underneath, so my first instinct is to cover myself with my hands. But then I see Kovan’s face as he looks at me, his pupils dilating as he takes in my new curves.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
“You’re seriously going to massage me?”
He nods. “And after I’m done,” he says, “you’ll never let anyone else touch you again.”
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VESPER
He wasn’t lying.
If anyone else ever touches me again, I’ll scream.
Because how could they be as good as him? As this? Large, calloused palms that know exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly where to touch? Every stroke sending electricity through my nerve endings?
Then you go and add his lips to the mix—his tongue, those green eyes that devour me whole. Lathered up with oil and endorphins, I’m fighting an orgasm on the table and he’s still fully clothed.
“Okay, I take back what I said. This massage is so much better than anything those Swiss boys could have given me.”
Kovan pauses. “When did you say that?”
“Uh…” I laugh, breathless and dizzy. “Okay, I may have been thinking it.”
He slaps my ass and I squeal, twisting over. He has to help me upright because I’m so slick with oil that I’m slipping all over the place.
“Your turn.” I grin and start walking him back toward his own massage table.
“My turn, huh?” Kovan’s eyes light up.
“Oh, yeah. I’m nothing if not generous.”
