hair and kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Thank you for not taking me to the hospital.”
He took a deep breath, but didn’t lift his head. “If this doesn’t work, that’s where we’re going.”
She caressed the tense muscles at the nape of his neck. “It worked,” she whispered.
She threw one last look out the window over his shoulder and saw the lewd snow angel they’d left under the tree. His treatment had been unorthodox, but it was something she’d never forget—both for the sexual revelations and for the depth of the caring it had exposed. She’d never dreamed she’d find that in him.
She nuzzled his ear as the elevator door opened. “It worked,” she whispered. “Now, take me back to bed. It’s time I took care of you.”
Chapter Four
Delia slept. She slept for hours in a deep sleep, never once budging from the spot on the bed on which he laid her. It was only the morning sunlight pouring through the window that finally roused her. She woke with a groan. She didn’t feel rested. Her head was still foggy, and her body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Why had she woken?
She squinted as the sun nearly blinded her. It was bright. It filled the corners of the room, reflected off the white sheets—
And stoked the ever-present fire inside her.
Her hand instinctively went to her belly. That was why. Anxiousness threatened to overwhelm her. The low burn was still there, simmering deep in her core. She could feel it. It was controlled for now, but she knew the signs. She knew where they would lead.
She rolled onto her back and restlessly kicked off the sheets. Had that dip in the snow been for nothing?
She’d told him it had worked. And it had—but only for a while.
She couldn’t ignore her fear any longer. This fever had taken her by surprise, and she didn’t have the strength to fight it on her own anymore. Not even with his help. She was ready to go to the doctor.
But not like this.
She squirmed on the bed and tried to ease the throbbing that had started between her legs. It wasn’t simmering any longer. It was as if she’d kicked the embers and fed it the oxygen it needed. The hunger was roaring back to life.
Feebly, she looked across the rumpled bed to her lover. He’d been up with her all night, but sleep had taken him down for the count. His strength needed replenishing, too. He looked as if he wouldn’t wake for hours.
And she needed him.
Her gaze drifted over him longingly. His hair was still tousled, but this time it was of her doing…as were the scratches on his shoulders and the faint hickey on his neck. She watched as his chest rose and fell. A dark shadow of whiskers had appeared along his jaw line, and she pressed her legs together tightly. She could imagine how that prickly hair would feel along the tender skin of her inner thighs.
The quickening set upon her again. Hard.
Her gaze slid down the canvas of muscles until she saw the part of him that could ease her ache. Even after such a never-ending night, a morning erection still rose. Desire made her shiver, and she glanced up at his face again. She hated to wake him.
Yet she had to do something.
Her body tingled when realization set in. There was only one option. She was going to have to handle it herself.
Nerves assailed her. Could she do it? With him lying so nearby?
The fire inside her told her she had to. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Lying back, she took a deep breath. It didn’t have the calming effect she wished for. Excitement and trepidation sizzled through her veins.
She stared blindly at the ceiling, unable to watch what she was doing. Slowly, she slid the hand on her stomach lower. Her muscles quivered, but she didn’t stop. Spreading her legs, she let her fingers explore. Hesitantly, they slid through the tender, wet folds of her pussy.
She winced softly. Their sexual marathon had left her sore, but the tenderness didn’t matter. Her need outweighed it a thousand
He took a deep breath, but didn’t lift his head. “If this doesn’t work, that’s where we’re going.”
She caressed the tense muscles at the nape of his neck. “It worked,” she whispered.
She threw one last look out the window over his shoulder and saw the lewd snow angel they’d left under the tree. His treatment had been unorthodox, but it was something she’d never forget—both for the sexual revelations and for the depth of the caring it had exposed. She’d never dreamed she’d find that in him.
She nuzzled his ear as the elevator door opened. “It worked,” she whispered. “Now, take me back to bed. It’s time I took care of you.”
Chapter Four
Delia slept. She slept for hours in a deep sleep, never once budging from the spot on the bed on which he laid her. It was only the morning sunlight pouring through the window that finally roused her. She woke with a groan. She didn’t feel rested. Her head was still foggy, and her body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Why had she woken?
She squinted as the sun nearly blinded her. It was bright. It filled the corners of the room, reflected off the white sheets—
And stoked the ever-present fire inside her.
Her hand instinctively went to her belly. That was why. Anxiousness threatened to overwhelm her. The low burn was still there, simmering deep in her core. She could feel it. It was controlled for now, but she knew the signs. She knew where they would lead.
She rolled onto her back and restlessly kicked off the sheets. Had that dip in the snow been for nothing?
She’d told him it had worked. And it had—but only for a while.
She couldn’t ignore her fear any longer. This fever had taken her by surprise, and she didn’t have the strength to fight it on her own anymore. Not even with his help. She was ready to go to the doctor.
But not like this.
She squirmed on the bed and tried to ease the throbbing that had started between her legs. It wasn’t simmering any longer. It was as if she’d kicked the embers and fed it the oxygen it needed. The hunger was roaring back to life.
Feebly, she looked across the rumpled bed to her lover. He’d been up with her all night, but sleep had taken him down for the count. His strength needed replenishing, too. He looked as if he wouldn’t wake for hours.
And she needed him.
Her gaze drifted over him longingly. His hair was still tousled, but this time it was of her doing…as were the scratches on his shoulders and the faint hickey on his neck. She watched as his chest rose and fell. A dark shadow of whiskers had appeared along his jaw line, and she pressed her legs together tightly. She could imagine how that prickly hair would feel along the tender skin of her inner thighs.
The quickening set upon her again. Hard.
Her gaze slid down the canvas of muscles until she saw the part of him that could ease her ache. Even after such a never-ending night, a morning erection still rose. Desire made her shiver, and she glanced up at his face again. She hated to wake him.
Yet she had to do something.
Her body tingled when realization set in. There was only one option. She was going to have to handle it herself.
Nerves assailed her. Could she do it? With him lying so nearby?
The fire inside her told her she had to. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Lying back, she took a deep breath. It didn’t have the calming effect she wished for. Excitement and trepidation sizzled through her veins.
She stared blindly at the ceiling, unable to watch what she was doing. Slowly, she slid the hand on her stomach lower. Her muscles quivered, but she didn’t stop. Spreading her legs, she let her fingers explore. Hesitantly, they slid through the tender, wet folds of her pussy.
She winced softly. Their sexual marathon had left her sore, but the tenderness didn’t matter. Her need outweighed it a thousand
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