Page 73 of A Touch of Flame
Chapter Nine
The end of the shower stall, where Maeve waited, was open to the entire bathroom. It wasn’t a big space but it could definitely hold two people, even if one was the size of a small mountain.
As she watched Braden get undressed, and all those muscles appeared, her body started to heat up. She hadn’t understood until this moment just how much she’d needed this time with Braden, the physicality of sex, the pleasure, but mostly the closeness with another person.
When he finally got rid of his clothes, he still hobbled a little. She stepped aside for him. “Get under the spray.”
As he backed up, and dipped his head beneath the spout, she bent down and saw he’d really jammed up his big toe on his right foot. He’d been hurrying to get to her. The least he deserved was a little healing, something she could do even without a special potion in hand. It was one of the best gifts of her witchy life.
She grabbed a nearby towel, dropped it to the shower floor, then eased down on her knees. She placed her hand just above his toe, formed a picture in her head of healing waves flowing from her hand and just like that, the space between warmed up.
“Damn, that feels good.”
“I wish I’d been able to do this for you in the Graveyard but your condition was way past my abilities.”
After a minute, when he wiggled his toes then arched his foot, she knew he was good to go.
She had the oddest thought about this moment, something akin to worship. He was an extraordinary man with more muscles than she’d ever seen in her life, so she stayed where she was.
Using both hands, she caressed the back of his knees then slowly slid her palms in the direction of his feet. Her fingers rippled over all kinds of muscles along his calves and the sides of his legs, tapering to his ankles.
The whole time she massaged, he said nothing. His body and mind seemed quiet, yet intent on what she was doing.
She worked his thighs in the same way. He flexed for her and she looked up at him. His green eyes were lit with pleasure and amusement. “I like what you’re doing.” His voice had dropped an octave.
“I like doing it. You’re amazing.” With the heel of her palm, she pushed along the inside of his thigh. He kept flexing for her and each time he did, she rubbed the full-length of the muscle, up and down.
He was aroused as well. She wasn’t surprised. The shower smelled of Madagascar and his increasing wolf musk. The latter was richer now, a strong, marking scent and she loved it.
Her own sex tingled with need, but she wanted to take her time. Each second felt precious. In a world like Five Bridges, it was.
Slowly, she moved toward his arousal, her jaw working as though ready. Her tongue made an appearance. He groaned.
His hand slid to the nape of her neck and stroked. He didn’t try to push her, but she didn’t require the encouragement.
Her tongue touched his cock first, a gentle stroke from below as she swept up to the tip. She opened her mouth and took him in.
She felt him tremble as she began to suck. She used her tongue as well, swirling and licking. She pulled back, moved forward then set a rhythm.
He breathed heavily, his cock now a solid missile.
After what was a very short time, he stopped her. “Hold up there.”
She released him and rose to her feet. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him. She angled her leg so she could feel his arousal against her sex.
His arms became a vise as he held her tight. He drove his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard. She was so close. They’d barely done anything and she was ready to fly.
When he drew back, his nostrils flared. He shut the water off. She knew the question he was asking without saying a word.
“Yes, Braden. Mark me. I’m ready.”
He collapsed on her as he kissed her again. He turned her swiftly and pressed her up against the shower wall. He kissed her throat, fondled her breasts, squeezed her bottom. She’d missed this so much.
“Braden.”
He drew back. His eyes were rimmed with gold and his jaw quivered. His cheeks had elongated and tufts of fur appeared near his ears. To the part of her that was experiencing her own form of wolfness, the sight was sexy as hell.
What did you want to say to me?
