Page 84 of The Lone Wolf Café
Gods, how I wished I could tear the covers off her still-naked body and go for round two. Even after multiple orgasms and a night sleeping naked together, my body still ached for her touch.
I would never get enough of her.
Rowena shifted, her legs uncurling and her hands adjusting the blanket tucked under her chin. As she did so, our arms brushed, and the sensation made her startle. Her dark eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times, rousing herself back to reality.
“Goddess, this still feels like a dream,” Rowena cooed, reaching over and caressing my cheek. “I can’t believe you’re here. In my bed.”
I opened my mouth, ready to respond by telling her how beautiful and sexy and sweet she was, but all that came out was a yawn.
Rowena chuckled. “You haven’t slept well, have you?”
I shook my head. “Nerves. A lot of them.”
Rowena frowned, lifting her head off the pillow and sliding her body closer to mine. She tucked into me, her limbs wound through mine like swirling vines, and nuzzled her nose against my cheek.
But the sensation only made me feel worse. It reminded me of how much I had to lose.
“I’m sorry, Rowena,” I sighed. “As much as I love your beautiful naked body next to mine, I don’t think it’s enough to get rid of my anxiety. I’m scared of what the next few days will bring.”
“So am I,” Rowena replied. “But right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. So let’s just enjoy this time.”
She paused, tapping a purple-tipped finger to her chin. She looked deep in thought.
“Actually…” she continued. “You’ve never really seen the world beyond your island home, have you?”
“Um, no?”
I didn’t know where she was going with this.
“Well, since you can’t sleep, and I’m an early riser anyway…” She pulled away from me, slipping out of bed and standing in front of her dresser. My heart fluttered and my stomach swirled at the sight of her naked body, no longer hidden by the blankets. “…why don’t we take a little trip?”
“A trip?”
“Yes,” Rowena rifled through her dresser, pulling out a pair of black leggings and a plum-colored dress with a layered skirt and long sleeves.
She really does love purple.
“Where are we going?”
Rowena craned her neck over her shoulder, a sly smile on her face. “It’s a surprise.”
“Rowena…”
“What? We’re not going far. We’ll be back shortly after sunrise.”
She pulled the dress over her head, spreading the skirt down to her knees, and my excitement at seeing her naked deflated like a balloon.
My eyes drifted over to her forearm, which was still wrapped in the muslin cloth. “You’re injured.”
Rowena lifted her arm, inspecting the long skein of cloth wrapped around it, and began to unravel the muslin.
I let out a faint yelp, but my panic softened when I noticed how much her arm had already healed. She’d be left with scars – there wasn’t much that witch magic could do for those – but the bite wounds looked like they’d been inflicted several weeks ago, not the night before.
“You really weren’t kidding about your healing abilities,” I noted. Rowena grinned in a smug ‘I-told-you-so’ manner as she re-wrapped the cloth.
“Trust me. I’ve never let a few scratches slow me down.”
“Well… alright,” I replied hesitantly. Calling her injuries “scratches” was a gross understatement, even with how much they’d healed overnight. “As long as we’re back within a few hours. And you don’t overexert yourself.”
